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this; I don’t think anyone has ever taken him to the
mat like you just did. You know, you kind of earned my respect, the
way you took care of yourself back there.”
      I told him not to be impressed. I was
in no way brave. There were oh, so many things that frightened
me.
      “Such as…?”
      “Well, I would never fly. I don’t use
elevators; always take the stairs. Don’t go in water unless it’s a
pool. I don't like speed. Tornadoes terrify me. Being away from
home and my parents very long makes me sick, just plain
homesick…”
      “Gee whiz, is there anything else? How
do you exist, woman? And by the way, what is your name?”
      I finally told him as we reached my
car.
      “You know, we have a lake,” he said as
he helped me out of his car. “We water ski every Sunday using wet
suits…Oh wait, don’t tell me, you’re afraid of boats and skiing
too!”
      I gave him a dark look.
      “Well, you should just come and
sunbathe and hang out.”
      “Funny you brought it up,” I said.
“Susie already asked me to go there. She likes you,” I added. “So
don't go hurting her.”
      ***

    Saturday night Shay called me and said they
weren’t taking the boat out on Sunday after all.
      “Okay, thank you,” I said and hung
up.
      He called right back. “What’s your
problem? You know what, smart mouth, would you like to go to a
movie Sunday night?
      I was quiet for a second. “Maybe.
Which one?”
      “Well it will have to be a late one. I
usually can’t get to town until 9 p.m. or later…”
      I told him I’d find a late movie.
Address exchange, etc.
      Sunday evening, 9 p.m. came and went.
At 10 p.m. the phone rang.
      “I was wondering, since I just got in
and have to shower yet, did you still want to go out?”
      Long silence.
      “I am dressed and ready to go,” I
said. “If you don’t come tonight, never ever call this number
again.”
      Short silence.
      “I’ll be in as soon as I can.”
      As I hung up the phone my mom came in
from the kitchen. “Weren’t you a little hard on him?”
      “You don’t know this guy, Mom. He’s so
into himself. And you can bet all he wants is sex, and is he in for
a shock. I am never doing that again. I didn’t even like it.
In fact, I think I hated it!”
      All I’d gotten from dear old Dane was
Wham Bam, without the Thank You Ma’am. No gentleness, no foreplay,
no letting me get to a point where I felt like I might want to go a
little further on my own.
      Shay picked me up at 11 p.m. “It’s too
late for a movie,” I said as we drove toward downtown. “Now
what?”
      “Well, we can go to the club and have
a drink.”
      “Last time I’m telling you, I don’t
drink. Now that just must ruin your big plans, because, once again,
if you’re taking me out for sex, take me home. It’s just not
happening for you.”
      Shay pulled the car over to the curb
real fast and hit the breaks. I thought he was going to tell me to
get out and walk, but instead he just sat there. Then he turned to
me and said:
      “Do you think you’re just a sex
object?”
      I stared at him.
      “Because if I wanted to get laid
tonight—and what guy doesn’t—believe me, there are any number of
sure things I could have called. I don’t think you’re loosey goosey
just because you have a child, and even though I think I like you,
and you do sort of fascinate me, you don’t turn me on that much.
But I do like your company, so can we just find some stable ground
to meet on?”
      I blinked.
      “And another thing. I don't like guys
like Dane Dalton, so please don’t ever mention his name to me. I
will not call you Kathrine Dalton. I’ll call you Kathrine Mitchell.
Even though you seem more like a Callie to me.”
      Long pause.
      “Did you do your homework on me or
what? How do you know all this?”
      “I talked to Susie. Now there you have
it. Shall we go to the club? They do serve pop and tea ya
know.”