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Okay so where was I? Yes, at the curb…

I looked at her and with a very grave face I asked, “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“No,” she replied. “But I was hoping you could show me.”

Her face was so demure so afraid of my rejection. It, she, was not only perfectly coy and irresistibly vulnerable, her face and every bit of innocent energy that danced about her was, sexy.

“Okay, Come on then,” I said with a smile. “You lead the way.”

In the few short blocks it took to get to her apartment she told me of her journey, her struggles, to make it to NY from a little town and a less than understanding family in Tennessee. I shared my story of a Jersey girl who finally made it over the bridge. We got to her building and upon entering the elevator, she suddenly got quiet, the realness of this was sinking in I think and I wasn’t sure if she would be okay. I remembered how uncomfortable it was for me, my first time and I knew she must be anxious and a little scared even. We reached her floor and the doors slid open, we stepped out and she rummaged nervously through her bag for the door key.

“Is this okay? We don’t have to go in.” I offered her an out, but she replied without words. Just the successful revelation of the key and a quick turning of the lock, the creeky noise of a Lower East side door hinge and a tiny apartment lit greenly by the digital display of her coffee maker. She turned around and hummed a laugh in my direction grabbing my arms and pulling me through the door…

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