Friends at work where I only saw her a few times a month repairing and servicing all their office equipment of Fax and phones, intercoms, monitors, data network, couple of 2 way radios, back when two frequencies, meant two radios and a remote reporting heavy scales telemetry. They were a noisy bunch of about ten. I bought her a book of enema orgy short stories, after a few years. To me it was a gouge or poke at the continual party atmosphere of arguments and cooperation that became them to me. I had some larger offices and smaller offices, but theirs was raucous. This one liked brushing against me and looking at me, or even pinching on me, when I was in a hurry.
Then came the day, she wanted me to take her into town for lunch. I told her I could only follow her, could not carry her. Most of the time I skipped lunch. She wanted to report on the gift I had dropped into her hand. She said, she secreted it out of there, and it had become her spice. I thought it might give them something else to ponder besides their office squabbles. But no, she peeked at it and sunk into it at home. I was not being nice when I gave it to her, but sort of rhetorical to her pinching irritation. Un known to me, she punched out when we left. I followed her to a quaint sister's sandwich shop 20 minutes away. I think she was ready to explore in an afternoon's delight, but I had other places waiting for tech services. She said, all she could think about were the stories in that booklet. I could only eat and run, but gave her my phone number. This was back when all of those were stand alone instruments with a dial in the middle. It was daring for a girl to call a guy. We were both quite backward and not daring. I was being a bit ornery, but she took it in as sweetness. I thought their place was almost a circus. Next time I was over there, I told her to just call me. She stuck her finger in the dial at zero and spun it around, letting it drag her finger back to zero, again and again. I looked at her and she was shaking her head, No and gave me the book back. Her number was inside and wanted an invite. She wanted me to enema her, thinking I was knowledgeable. I had showed a lot of skill around them, and she believed I could address the craving that was torturing her. I told her I could not do that in a cheap way and asked if she would like to see about a permanent relationship. "We are still married!" She wanted an enema orgy for our honeymoon. So I had to get busy and ready to fulfill her dreams. Doctor Knox had written, "When the Jonquils Bloom" The book I had given her was nasty of me. She turned it to love and so, Knox' WW-Two time story helped me meet her demand and ful-fill memorably.
After the ceremony with family and friends. They had decorated our little German Bug and put a cinder block under the rear trans-axel. I loaded her up and spun my wheels. Her dad gave us his car and spoiled the boys fun on us. We had an hours drive to the room we had rented in a resort area of shops and restaurants. We were excited to the uttermost!
I am sorry, i want to give particulars, but to be honest, it would be a betrayal to this honest person, i have have won.