Saturday Night. Jennifer had a pit in her stomach. This was the first date that she had been on since her husband was killed in a car accident. She didn’t know what to expect. Her friend Rita had set her up with a guy that she knew from her office. Rita told her he was the type of guy that all women lusted after, but, was very sweet, and was looking to please a woman. Something Rita thought Jennifer needed.
It had been over a year since her husband died. Jennifer never imagined herself ever dating again, for that matter going to bed with anyone else.
Jennifer had married her husband Frank when she was 18, fresh out of high school. Frank was the dark handsome rogue that all the girls lusted after. Captain of the football team and a damn good lay. Jennifer started thinking about the first time she met Frank. She was on the cheerleading squad. The team had just won the first game of the season. Frank was on the sidelines, went over to her and whispered that he wanted to talk to her after the game. Jennifer smiled and nodded to his request.
From that evening on, they were always together. After they got married. They were both so happy. Sex every night. There was no stopping the passion they felt for each other. They knew each other’s bodies so well. It amazed Jennifer how close they became.
Jennifer’s face began to flush with all the thoughts of love making with Frank. Something she knew she may never have again. She took a deep sigh and began to concentrate on what she would wear for her blind date.
Jennifer decided to wear a little black dress that she saved for special occasions. Rita’s friend, Tom, said they were going someplace special. He had told her on the phone that he wanted her to look nice.
She looked at herself in the mirror, looked at the face staring back at her. Her long brown hair hung down her back with small curls at the end, her face freshly painted made her blue eyes stand out. She put on a dab of red lipstick to help accentuate her eyes even more. “You’re ready kid.”
Jennifer was surprised when the doorbell rang to her apartment. When she opened the door, she was staring at a muscular, blonde haired blue-eyed version of her husband Frank. She shook her head and took another look.
Did he have a twin he didn’t tell me about?
She thought to herself.
Tom handed Jennifer a bunch of white roses. “Are you all right?”