My first look at her house came as something of a shock.My first look at her house came as something of a shock. She owned half of a duplex on the edge of the black section of the north side, on the side of a hill a good six or seven stories above the street. The only access was a cement stairway that rose steeply up from the sidewalk to the front stoop. I took one look, knew I'd never make it and said so. She laughed and said, "Then I guess we'll have to say goodnight from here," and bent her head to kiss me warmly on the lips. I put my arms around her waist to return her kiss with equal fervor, and was immediately surprised at the hardness of her slender body. It was almost like holding a warm statue; there wasn't an ounce of fat or softness around her waist. When I commented on it, she laughed and said, "After all, I have to stay in shape just to climb those steps." We saw each other regularly after that, and each night we would say our goodnights on the sidewalk. |