CHARLIE'S PROMISE - 3
He looked at me. "You mean nobody's ever touched your
"Well, um, no, not really," I admitted.
"I thought you lived in an apartment?"
"I did," I said.
"Jees," he said, "I thought you were experienced."
"Well, you were wrong." I said.
"Becky," he was excited, "I can help you with this problem!"
"What do you mean, problem?"
"Becky, youre 18 and nobody has touched your breasts."
"Well, I never met anyone I liked that much," I stammered.
"Becky, theyre just breasts."
"Oh, is that so. I guess you've touched a lot of girl's
breasts?" I asked.
"A couple," he shrugged. .
"And how long did it take until they let you touch
them," I asked.
"The first date," he said matter of factly.
"The first date?" I asked. "You don't even know if you
like someone after the first date."
"You knew you liked me after the first date, Becky,"
he said. He was looking pleased with himself.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Now, Becky," he began, "I know you well enough..."
"You don't know me at all," I interrupted.
He ignored me, "I know you well enough to know that
if you didn't like me you wouldn't have let me spend the
first night with you." He was looking very pleased with himself.
"I was just worried about you," I said.
"That's exactly my point," he returned.
"This was too much. How had he turned the tables on me?
"I'm supposed to be breaking up with him," I thought.
I started to walk away.
He took my hand.
"No, Paul," I said pulling my hand away. "You think I
have a problem."
"I was kidding," he said.
"Becky, I was kidding."
It took a minute to sink in. "So you don't really think I
have a problem?" I asked.
He laughed, "No, Becky, actually I think it's kind of sweet.
And it means I'll get to be the first one."
Oh, he was impossible. "Maybe youll get to be the first
one," I said pointedly.
He ignored me. "It's a big responsibility," he paused,
"but I think I'm up to the challenge."
"Up to the challenge, indeed," I muttered.
He kissed me. "That's not fair." I said, "I was about to
let you have it."
"I know," he smiled, "Why do you think I kissed you?
It was a good kiss, wasn't it, Becky?" he asked.
"Yes, Paul," I said. I was beaten. "It was a good kiss."
"Becky, we're perfect for each other," he said.
"We are?" I asked.
He nodded. "You saw through all that military stuff
the very first night. And I saw through your sarcasm
meant to keep people away."
"You did?" I asked. "Boy, some people never see
through that. Paul, dont you ever worry that you're going to
get hurt?" I asked. "You're so open about everything."
He shook his head, no. "I'm a nice person, Becky.
I've had a good life - nothing bad has happened to me.
I don't worry about being hurt."
I just looked at him.
"See," he said again, "We're perfect for each other.
I'll introduce you to the world and you can protect me from it."
"Are you coming tomorrow?" I asked.
He nodded, "yes."
"Good," I said.
TO BE CONTINUED...