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talked on the phone
almost every night. This was nice, but I longed for her physical presence. I
missed her smile, the softness of her hands, her perfume … I had to see her
again!
    Against
my better judgment and without informing the powers that be, I jumped in my M3,
put the top down, and headed south — balls to the wall. My small brain
was in the driver’s seat, but my intellect was willing to let him take the
wheel. I had a pressing need to see her and be with her again.
    I
called Candi at the children’s hospital in Chattanooga where she works and
asked her to run away with me. After a long pause, her voice now filling with
excitement, she agreed to meet me later that afternoon. Since I had some time
on my hands, I picked up two bottles of Pinot Noir, along with another bouquet
from Blossoms. The latter, I learned does not hold up very well with the top
down, cruising at 80+ miles an hour down Highway 111. Fortunately, much to my
chagrin, there were a few stout petals left on the stems when I slid into the
patient pick-up zone at the hospital. Found a quaint B&B near Cloudland
Canyon State Park; just an hour’s drive southwest. According to the information
I looked up on the iPhone, it looked like a historically significant antebellum
mansion, overlooking the canyon. I called and booked the only suite, which Kay,
the owner, assured me was the best room her home had to offer.
    Candi
was nervously pacing outside when I arrived. She was dressed professionally in
a red and black linen suit that complimented an ivory silk blouse, which was
unbuttoned just enough to tease.
    “Awesome,
baby!” I exclaimed using the term she’d used for me before, anticipating
another milestone in our budding relationship. I jumped out of the car with the
nearly petal-less bouquet in hand and presented her with what only could be
described as a flowerless bundle of blossoms.
    Without
a pause, Candi’s lips met mine. After a long and lingering kiss, she whispered
in my ear, “It’s the thought that counts, baby.”
    As I put her things into the car, she asked, “Just where
are we going?”
    “Into
the sunset, darling … I’m just certain. Close your eyes and dream of all the
unfinished business we have left. We’ll be there before you know it.”
    It’s
absolutely amazing, just how many parts of a passenger’s body you can reach,
touch and caress in an M3.
    “I
love the feel of the wind in my hair,” plied Candi, all the while reciprocating
each caress.
    “If
only …” I uttered under my breath, but evidently loud enough for Candi to hear.
    “If
only what?”
    “If
only you were commando, baby,” I sighed.
    She
looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and an evil grin on her face. I’d
unleashed the dragon buried in Pandora’s box! Suddenly her Victoria’s Secret
thong was secret no more. With a flip of her hand, it was off and tossed to the
wind. Thankfully, my M3 has a built-in windscreen meant to reduce wind noise
and buffering … and as of today, it also catches flying thongs.
    Emboldened
along the winding two-lane road that offered little to no traffic, my hand
moved to the inside of her thighs, deep beneath her skirt. Candi melted into
the leather seat, while keeping her skirt modestly covering her most intimate
parts. Seeing the excitement in her beautiful brown eyes, I could barely focus
on the road. I longed to pull over at the next semi-secluded wide place and be
sixteen again.
    Okay,
this has to stop or we’re going to crash and die! I murmured. Caught up
in the moment, I couldn’t even remember where we were going. My sudden memory
loss might have something to do with the unmanageable constriction in my jeans,
coupled with my ever-present desire to take her now . Thankfully, I had
programmed my GPS earlier, whereby it displayed our destination, we were
minutes to arrival. Only 15 minutes … surely I could make it that long.
    After
what seemed like the longest fifteen minutes of my life, we arrived at