(Edited by 'larryinseattle' who continues to make my attempts at writing so much better)
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Sitting on the porch, I couldn't imagine a better ending of a day. The sun had set in a brilliance of yellows, oranges and reds about a half an hour earlier. There was a new moon so only the lights of the stars twinkled in the sky. A gentle fog had developed under the forest of pine trees that surrounded my cabin giving it a mystical feeling. The smell of pine and smoke floating from the fire pit on the evening breeze was slowly relaxing me. In the distance, I could hear the "Whooping" sound of Nighthawks as they swooped through the trees capturing their meal. A sudden movement caught my attention as a deer moved silently in the shadows of the trees. I was so mesmerized by what was going on, I didn't even hear Jessie until she sat down beside me on the swing.
"What ya' doin'?" she whispered as she handed me a cup of hot tea.
"Relaxing. Watching."
"It is a beautiful night."
"Yep," I replied, for some reason drawn back to a night far in the past. "A little like the night I met you."
"Which time?" she laughed, lightly, at a long-standing joke.
"The first, the last, all of them," I answered.
Placing her head on my shoulder, she whispered, "Any regrets?"
It was if I had been transported back almost 25 years as I thought about how to answer her question. The first time I met Jessie was at a beach party. The beach was the hangout for the area kids and was not-so-jokingly known as Pregnancy Point.
I was 16 years old and only there visiting for the Summer. I wasn't actually part of the party. Instead, I was there swimming just like I did almost every evening after I finished helping my grandparents doing jobs and projects around their cabin.
I had already swam across the lake and was almost finished with my return trip when I suddenly swam right into someone. A resounding
SLAP
was instantly followed by a scream. Standing up, I found myself facing a very beautiful girl, Jessica Ann Whittman. She was 18 years old and towered over me, an angry look on her face.
Standing just 5-foot, 9-inches tall, my eyes were automatically drawn to her breasts, as she rubbed the left globe where a large red hand print was developing. I stammered, "I ... ahhhh ... I didn't mean ... I'm ..."
"I'm up here," she snarled.
My head snapped upwards as my cheeks turned a deep red from embarrassment. "I ... ahhhh .... I'm sorry." Our eyes met and everything around me seemed to disappear as I was drawn into them.
On some unknown level we connected as she began to laugh at the embarrassed and horrified look on my face. "It's OK. I should have gotten out of your way when I saw you getting closer." A smile brightened her face as her eyes twinkled in the sunset.
I was so wrapped up in the idea that I was talking to her that I had no idea what was about to happen until it was too late.
A voice suddenly boomed from next to me, "What ya think you're doing punk? That's my girl," followed by a searing pain and then gray oblivion.
I have no idea how long I was out but when my vision cleared, I was laying on the beach and I saw a message written in the sand.
STAY AWAY FROM HER OR NEXT TIME WILL BE WORSE.
Somehow, I staggered back to my grandparents' cabin and when asked what happened, I lied and said I had run into a log while swimming.
After the clear warning I had been given, I tried to avoid Jessica but in such a small town, it wasn't possible. Two weeks after my 'accident' I was swimming when I noticed someone moving towards me in the evening light. I stopped and was treading water when Jessica slid up next to me.
"Hi," she said cheerfully.
"Hi," I replied, looking around for anyone else.
"Don't worry, Jack isn't around."
"Jack?"
"Yeah, the idiot who hit you."
"I thought he was your boyfriend," I replied, shocked by her comment while remembering what he'd said about Jessica being his.
"HE thinks he is and I guess in a way it's true since he's the only guy my father will let me go out with."
"Ahhhhhh." I knew all about Jessica's father, everyone did. His family was one of the original families who'd settled and built the town. Now he owned the local grocery store, the car dealership, the boat dealership, 3 different sporting goods shops and, it was rumored, more land than anyone in the area. "So what are you doing out here?"
"Trying to get away."
Her answer puzzled me. "Getting away from what?"
"Not what. Who. Jack, my dad, the life they have planned for me."
Unsure of what to say, I just nodded my head and mumbled, "That sucks."
"It sure does," she said before continuing. "Do you swim like this every night?"
"Almost. I used to swim earlier but well ... you know."
"Yeah, sorry about that, again."
"No big deal."