When my bra had been exposed he pulled me close to him on my side, and I felt the restraining hooks snap under his pressure and my breasts come free. His touch caressed them again, first one and then the other, sending waves of pleasure to that hidden spot between my legs. He bent and started kissing the rosy nippled breasts. Alternately licking, and kissing with gentle nips. Then his hand caressed my thigh and started gently to travel up inside my skirt. . .

I had to stop him . . . tell him that he was making a terrible mistake, this couldn't happen to me!

"Bill, stop!!!"

"Brenda, don't worry, I wasn't going to do anything to harm you, darling."

"But Bill, there's something..."

"Let me say my piece first. Darling, I love you, so very much, I want you to be my bride! Say you'll marry me, please!!!"

"Bill, I can't!"

"Why not?"

"Bill, if I tell you, I'll probably never see you again, so I want to say something first. I have never loved anyone else, and I love you very much, and I don't think its right, so I have to tell you this:"

I went on and told the entire story from the day I was shot.

When I was done, I was facing him on the grass. Wordlessly he got up and stood above me, he put out his hand and helped me up. Letting my arm drop, he faced me for almost a minute, then reached out with both hands and took my face in his palms, gently. Tears were running down my cheeks as he kissed my eyes softly. "Brenda, I'll say it again, you're the most wonderful GIRL I've ever met, I love you so much, please marry me!"

"Bill, do you mean . . . after I told . . ."

"Yes, silly girl, and because you did! You could have kept this to yourself, and I might have never known. You're all the girl that I would

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