I coudn't say she was beauti- ful--at least I didn't think so at first.I coudn't say she was beauti- ful--at least I didn't think so at first. Her features, framed in long, wavy, blonde hair that tumbled in charming disarray over incredibly broad shoulders, were regular, almost Nordic in quali- ty, with a small, almost severe mouth and an oddly freckled complexion--but she radiated such a breathtaking combination of power and sensual femininity that my stomach started churning all over again. I must have looked like an idiot standing there on the front porch gaping up at her, but she smiled, stepped down onto the porch, where I found I could barely see over her shoulder, took my arm and immediately put me at ease by saying that, from what Ron had told her about me, she had really looked forward to meeting me. Since Ron's house was only a couple of blocks from the main business district, we walked to the only theater in town to catch an early movie--even sitting next to her in the theater I noted that her eyes were several inches above my own--and then went across the street to the high school recreation center. It wasn't crowded that night, but there were a few guys there to whom I introduced Lois as Ron's cousin visiting for the summer. None of them showed much interest in pursuing a girl who was so much bigger than they except a couple of the school jocks, and when she made it clear that she had no interest in "macho" types, they moved on. We bowled several games in the small bowling alley in the basement, and, since I wasn't a particularly good bowler, she beat me handily. |