And then there was Andrea. From the first time we met, I knew there was something mysteriously different about her. She had the same curves as every other woman I had ever met, but for some reason, hers seemed better. They were more alluring under those lightweight blouses and knee-length skirts. She seemed almost to have extra curves.

And her skin. It glistened in the light. It shimmered softly, inviting my touch. when I was at last allowed to touch her, I never wanted to stop. My hand slid around every curve, each smoother than the last.

Her shoulder-length brown hair hung differently, swayed softer, and smelled better. Her large, brown eyes beckoned. They called out to me to save her, they glistened with laughter, and they softened with meaning when she looked at me.

Her voice was one of the first mysteries. I have no idea still how she made “Gary” sound sexy, but she managed to purr it in such a way that I had to fight everything not throw her on a fat surface, or up against the nearest wall.