Finding Amy Read Free

you.  Yes, I would like to marry you.”  She grabbed my hand and squeezed ever so tightly as she continued.  “Yes, come home with me.  Maybe with you by my side I can face up to them, be strong and do what I want.  What we want.”
    I smiled and gathered her into my arms.  Ours kisses quickly progressed from light feathery touches to the feel of her tongue responding to mine as it darted furtively along my lips and into my mouth.  I swam into the emotions cursing through my body and didn’t realize how far I was trying to go until I felt her pushing against me.  My brain began to register the sound of her voice.
    “Danny, please.  We need to slow down.”
    My brain refused to register her plea as I caressed her full, warm breast.  Her hand covered mine and attempted to tug my fingers from the warmth of her body.
    “Danny.  Please.”
    I eased away, leaned back against the car seat and sighed.  She moved so that our bodies were no longer touching and turned her gaze back to the heavens.  The ache in my loins began to subside.  I was beginning to think again.  I wanted her, but realized I was being a jerk in coming on so strong.  I didn’t want to scare her off.
    “Amy?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    She turned and nodded, then smiled with an expression that seemed to hold a promise.  “We had better go home now.”
    I started the car and eased back onto the road before throwing my arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.  I dropped her off at the Allen’s with a promise to be back first thing in the morning with my bags packed and ready to go home with her.  We didn’t touch and she hurried into the house before I had a chance to kiss her goodnight.  She was probably afraid it would develop into what had gone on in the car out on the mesa.  I loved her even more for her innocence and that I would be her first lover.  It was a heady feeling. But in reflection, it wasn’t the head above my shoulders that I was thinking with.
    By the time I got home, the house was dark.  I went to Mom and Dad’s bedroom door and knocked lightly.  I had a feeling she would be awake.  She said she could never sleep soundly until Tom and I were home and safe, no matter how old we were.  To my surprise, she opened the door.  She and Dad were up and awake.
    “Yes, dear.  What is it?”  Her brow was furrowed with worry.
    “I need to talk to you.”
    “Good.  Because we want to talk to you too.”  Dad waved me into their bedroom suite.  “Sit down Danny.”
    “No this will only take a minute.  I want to … “
    “I said sit.”  He interrupted.  “I want to talk to you.”
    I looked over at Mom who nodded agreement with my father.  I had no choice.  I sat down on the divan.  Mom sat in a lounge chair across from me.  Dad stood in front of the fireplace and for the first time, I noticed he was sipping a brandy.  They were in their robes, but I could tell they hadn’t been sleeping.  A book on the table next to the divan was open and I now noticed a book lying on the lounge chair where Mom was seated.  They had been waiting for me.  I looked up at Dad.
    “What?  Has something bad happened?  To Phil, Pat, the kids …”
    “No, nothing like that.”  Mom assured me.
    Then Dad spoke.  “No, son.  It’s just that we've missed your help lately out on the ranch.”
    “I know.”  I smiled broadly.  “I’ve been busy.”
    “So we’ve noticed.”  Dad was not smiling.
    “Dad,” I looked over at my mother, “Mom, listen.  I’ve got a good reason.  I met a girl.  No, not a girl, the girl.”
    Mom nodded.  “Tom said it had something to do with a girl you met at the dance.  He said she was from back east and was here visiting with Barbara Allen.”
    “Yes.  Her name is Amy Harrington.  She’s beautiful.” 
    “So Tom said.  We were hoping you might bring her by so we could meet her.”  Dad spoke slowly as he took a sip of his brandy.
    “Yeah, I should