First time readers, kindly read the first entry for October 27, 2012, when this story began . . .
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"Do you WANT me?"
Forty days and forty nights was nothing . . . look up "dried up old prune" in the dictionary and you'll see my smiling face. Consult the thesaurus for "had sex in my life, once, and I have a lovely daughter to prove it," and you'll see the same photo.
Blasphemous references aside . . . the first guy who "rang the bell" told me the last time he saw me, I was wearing a swimsuit that was next to nothing and my wet hair was plastered to my back. Time marches on.
I retrieved the abacus from my desk drawer and calculated the time that had elapsed since that glorious encounter. Whew! It wasn't 40 years . . . just 39 and a half.