Love on the lamb
I think we all remember the first time we made love to that special person. Anxiety mixed with excitement…and anticipation of what you hoped would be a wonderful experience for both of you. I was telling one of my friends just the other day that I remembered my first experience like it was yesterday. He asked me if I would tell him about it and I told him sure. So here it is.
The hills outside the town we lived in overlooked a small lake. My date had expressed an interest one evening in climbing one of the hills and meandering through the tall grass. The sky was perfectly clear, the stars were out and the moon was almost full. Her shadow cast upon the ground posed a perfect image of her body. You could tell it was going to be one of those special nights.
The tall grass made a perfect bed. The warm air of the evening passed over our bodies and added to the moment. I knew this was not her first time.. but it was mine. I only hoped she wouldn’t notice my novice approach. It didn’t last long but it was sweet. We sat there for a while looking into each others eyes after it was over and then I heard a noise coming from behind me. It was her father…walking slowly up the hill with that look in his eyes that told me he saw everything.
My friends eyes were wide open along with his mouth…”What happened…did he say anything?” I looked at my friend with a shameful look on my face and said..”Yes..he walked right up to me and said…..BAAAAA.”
My friend had this incredulous look on his face..and then I said…….”Gotcha!” He started to laugh, “Man, you had me going there for a second.” I looked at him and then replied. “It’s funny to see the expression on peoples faces…like yours. I can imagine people visualizing the event. But that would never happen to me in my life time…and besides, wool makes me itch.”
Just one black sheep
The Chief thinks for a moment. “OK!” says the Chief, “You say nothing, I say nothing.”