His humor eased the tension instantly. Within seconds, I found myself relaxing in his presence.
I felt at ease within the first few minutes of meeting Jim. Then it happened: my mind went blank, and all rational thought went out the window. Jim hadn’t been in my presence for five minutes when I suddenly wanted him to rip my clothes off and take me to bed. {Does that seem like the good
Christian woman I mentioned?) I couldn’t believe the unexpected rush of passion I had for someone I’d just met. As I battled to regain control of my
thoughts and emotions, Mike and Jim spoke as if they were long-time friends.
Jim, while holding my hands as if we were long-lost friends, led me to the couch and sat right next to me. As we sat, his fingers would touch the back of my hand or touch my arm. He commented on how soft my skin was and on my hair, eyes, and, of course, my size. He said he had never been with such a petite woman before. “Ok, take me already, I’m yours!” I screamed in my head.
He began massaging my knee, then my bare thighs, which somehow never felt inappropriate. He always stopped just under the hem of my pink sundress. The way he looked at me with a mixture of fascination and longing made it clear that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.