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you
please. The lake awaits us, baby doll, and dinner, too! We’re running out of
daylight, so hurry.”
    Heading
back down the stairs, I was dumbstruck by the fact that I had just turned down
making love to a beautiful woman who was quite ready, willing, and able … while
totally sprawled out on my bed. Nevertheless, the truth is, if we suddenly get
tongue tied and twisted up in the sheets, we may never make it to the lake and
all my preparation for discovery might get lost in this fog-shrouded urgency of
lust. Ordinarily, I would not fight this in this slightest, but I wanted to
stick to my agenda and really get to know this young lady, choosing to be by my
side today. It’s a matter of the utmost importance. It sure as heck ain’t easy,
though.
    In
just a few short minutes, Candi was down the stairs, dressed in a blue and
white striped nautical top over a pair of white Capri pants. Her cute pair of
Birkenstocks carried her to me. I could see adorning her ears, were diamond
stud solitaires, at least one carat in size. On her ankle was a solid-gold
bracelet with charms, while her arm sported a solid gold Cartier watch,
graciously completing her breathtaking ensemble.
    “How
do I look, D?”
    “You
look like you’re ready to board a luxurious forty-foot yacht in the Caribbean
somewhere. Stunning, is what I’m trying to say. My simple twenty-four foot
Boston Whaler will be flattered! But we’re in the mountains of Tennessee, baby,
so tonight we must forego the yacht club scene. We’ll just have to pretend, because
we’re roughing it up here.”
    She
gave a little roundhouse spin with a courtesy. I swear she sparkled right there
in my foyer. For a moment I was transfixed on her and nothing more.
    “What’s
the matter, cutie?” she chuckled. “Cat got your tongue.”
    “Whew,”
I muttered. “Yep, in a manner of speaking.” She took my naughty reply with a
grain of salt and cocked her head toward the door. “Let’s ride, baby.”
    The
10-minute drive to Willow Cove Marina was extraordinarily quiet. With few
words, we made our way down the serpentine road to the boat slip at the dock. I
don’t know if I insulted her by my over-the-top compliments of her clothes, or
maybe Candi thought I was just another sexually deprived male throwing her a
line of BS. Either way, she was lost, far away in thought … and further still,
from me. It was a slight change from her forward demeanor at the house, but I
let her conduct herself as she wished. No sense in this male trying to sort out
female feelings, wrapped up in the moment. Most men are helpless in that
department. We’re better off staying silent, waiting for opportunity to
respond, rather than pry where we’re not wanted.
    We
eased into a parking space, and I exited the cab of the truck. As Candi was
gathering her things, I reached for her door to open it. Just as I did, she
pushed the door open, looking me squarely in the eyes. “I’m sorry, but it’s
been a long time since someone was so complimentary to me — you know
— doing so many nice things. I just worry about ulterior motives sometimes.”
    “Look,
baby,” I confessed. “I know I’m over-the-top. I know I might even be a bit
overwhelming. Honestly, I feel like a kid in a candy store with no chaperone. I
have handfuls of candy and don’t know what to do next.” I paused and let her
catch up. “Candi,” I finally exclaimed. “I’m trying very hard not to screw this
up. I want everything to be just right, and I might be over-doing and
over-saying everything. Please know I’m genuine in my attempts to woo you into
my life.” I hoped my humble countenance told my story from the heart.
    A
broad smile appeared. “That’s all I wanted to know, D. All I care is that you
mean what you say — naughty or nice — however your silly words come
out.”
    I
felt relieved in the moment. “Maybe I’ll just stick with naughty terms.”
    She
had a playful joust retort; “Let’s make them naughty-cal