If it sounds as if I'm trying too hard to make it sound fantastic, it is only because I know no way to adequately describe what it was like for me then, or what it continues to be like for me to this very day.If it sounds as if I'm trying too hard to make it sound fantastic, it is only because I know no way to adequately describe what it was like for me then, or what it continues to be like for me to this very day. Luckily, the dinner party to which Max and I had been invited was on a Friday night, and I was able to spend the rest of the weekend with her. I suppose I should have felt badly about not spending more time with Jim and Marge, but I didn't. They were pleased that Max and I had hit it off so nicely and understood completely why we wanted to be alone so much the remainder of the weekend. I learned a great deal more about my delightful new friend as the weekend progressed, and everything I learned substantiated Marge's opinion that Max was indeed exactly what I was looking for. We spent the first night talking and making love, sharing with complete honesty everything that we found exciting to do and even to fantasize about. Conversation came easy, and no subject seemed taboo. It was obvious that neither of us felt threatened or afraid to divulge the most intimate details of our past, or our most private fantasies, and the more we shared the more comfortable we became in digging deeply into our deepest desires and needs. Sometime during the night; in the middle of a sentence, I think, I fell asleep. |