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    The Story of Gordon: How He Found Love.

    She said it was a nice kiss, but I knew it was terrible (my first
    kiss). I don't believe she spent minutes biting on my lips; my lips
    were large and I think that was the big problem; and then it seemed
    like a second how long our tongues intertwined. How I wish I had a
    large tongue also!
    But we are Christians (at least we think we are), so we went back to
    keeping our lower arms at rest just above each other's buttocks. It
    was a warm embrace. Our public display of affection( Lord knows we did
    it under the dark of the broken street lights, thank God for black
    invisibility!) We held each other even so our shadows looked brighter
    as we took our steps.

    Boy! How lively our spirits were when we came out of the dark, you
    won't believe. But we put on some childish innocence and thought we
    were fooling the world, that we're brother and sister in the Lord.
    Seventy five years is a short time to spend together​, to live
    together. Fuck that pretence! We reach home and settle our lusts over
    a comfortable bed.
    Hitting from the back while she was yelling out "deeper". Riding on
    my d... while I was humming 'yeah' (a musician was a novice in
    comparison). Owh, that's​ nice!

    .....Why am I writing about sex when I'm supposed to write about romance?.....
    That was how I woke up from my dreams. I played 'feel it still' by
    Portugal. The Man just so I could still feel it still and ignore all
    the girls that will 'probably' come to me.
    It was a lecture room(small enough to be called a classroom) when she
    sat beside me. And the feeling was wireless, I felt her warmth and
    perceptive comfort from what felt like a mile away. I could not
    imagine me ever sitting this close to someone this good looking, so I
    felt the feelings and made them distant. And boy, for the rest of the
    lecture (after I felt this wireless connection), I'll be honest, the
    lecturer's sonic vibrations never seemed to beat against my eardrums.
    It was only the wireless connection that got to me and began to
    overheat my system. I started sweating (like an ant's ocean could have
    been collected from what run down my skin). But she was comfortable
    enough to start giggling and, like some wild goat being captured, I
    believe I heard her squeeze out some "berher, mberher" around some
    high pitched giggles.

    Finally, I squeezed out(in my sweetest husky tone) a 'Hi, hello, good
    afternoon, have a nice day, thanchew, you're welcome'. I believe all
    she heard was the sound of me 'clearing my throat' cause all she did,
    in response, was roll her eyes. Lord knows the lecturer felt that
    there was a (wireless) connection somewhere. Like he felt it! I mean
    it hit him the same way that tsunami hit Japan (I don't mean this as
    an insult, I'm only using it as a comparison).
    He went silent, long enough for me to realise what effect my 'clearing
    my throat' had on him and the rest of the class.
    I started my prayers; ladies first, ladies first, Lord all this while
    she was giggling and just this one time I "cleared my throat" and he
    has heard it. Lord ladies first, let him ask her why all the noise.

    All the while I was praying, I heard her silence for the first time.
    And honestly, I don't know how much she prayed, but after all that she
    did, she opened her eyes and looked the lecturer​ in the eye. She held
    on to that eye contact, then the entire class felt her innocence. It
    felt like God was touched. We felt it. Then that 'evil' lecturer
    turned and asked me(meeeeee! Above all people, me), "What is this
    topic about?".
    I thought God had answered my prayers also when he gave me this, your
    topic is about programing. There it was, I was able to coin something;
    Sir, this topic is about what programing is and why recent languages
    take up a lot of memory and how modern languages have managed to tone
    down the pressure on the processing unit.
    "Great, Gordon, you know your computers well. Good, good. Well, you
    should not find it difficult to tell me what I was lecturing about
    before I called you?"
    God did me a favour by helping me maintain a long discomforting
    silence that only meant I wasn't paying attention.

    Then he said in a know-it-all tone, "I knew it, you're just after this
    my little girl." He calmed his emotions and pushed the question to the
    girl sitting beside me, saying "My little daughter, my sweet child,
    prove to this idiot that you know what you're about and to us that you
    were paying attention."
    And thank God, not a single word popped out of her mouth. Her silence
    was a bit too long and a bit too disturbing. But as the lecturer was
    about to break that very silence, I said to myself with a smile and
    all the pride I had, I said ' I'm not alone in this, she is also
    hooked on our wireless connection and the network speed at her end
    forced all those giggles out of her system, all that while. I am
    happy(smiling, letting out a few laughs) you're mine, at least forever
    and seventy five years is a short time to spend with you.

    Meek Mill's 1942 Flowers played in my head and I danced in my head to
    the groove of his words. Trump is feeling us, the cops ain't killing
    Dreams came true. The lecturer sealed it by asking us to leave, that
    his lecture is not fit for couples. When we've filled our desires and
    can pay attention we should return. We left and are trying to decide
    on returning.

    That dream I wrote down about us kissing and embracing each other in
    the dark. Oh yes! That one. Yeah, I said I like her and I want her,
    then I asked if she wants me. I was like fuck it! Seventy five years
    is enough to fall in and out love and enough to do it over again. Then
    she said yes just to make me happy.
    Okay, I'll just end that dream now that I'm living it. We go site
    seeing together and I love doing what she does. She does what I like
    doing also. Sex isn't a part of our romance, seventy five years will
    give us more than enough if each other.

    Written by N.A. Wilfred......
    Email: wilfred@gmail.com

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