Through the whole summer, we had exchanged letters. We often
met on weekends and had frequent retreats to motels. Sometimes
motels could wait, sometimes hotel rooms were paid for in haste with
no real sleeping involved, and sometimes we bummed around Indianapolis
first to highten the anticipation for what was to come. After each
liason, our letters would often jump into the subject of sex–literally.
One subject never connected to another. These discussions would
often lead to fantasies that we would both someday like to bring
to reality. Unknown to myself, one of those fantasies we discussed
would soon be reality.
I was soon surprised. Our favorite cuisine for that
summer was Korean and Chinese food. As we were sitting in a Chinese
restaurant, Kathy casually dropped her plans right in my lap.
