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It was a dark and stormy night.
No, really it was. It was dark and pouring down rain in my first December in Portland in 1999. I'd not experienced the entire northwest weather cycle, but already I wanted the rain to stop.
I was upstairs in my office/lab and I heard a knock at the door. I was trying to get some circuits soldered together, and they were damn tricky, so I tried to ignore it. The knocking, though, did not cease.
At least it wasn't on my chamber door.
Frustrated at the interruption, I went downstairs to answer it. Upon opening the door I was immediately un-frustrated because there stood Amanda, my across the street neighbor.
She was wet from head to toe. Her normally brown hair was darker from the rain, and her crisp white button up shirt, which container her incredible H-cup breasts, was socked through and showed her wearing a red lacy bra. I stopped in my inspection to ponder this for a few hours when Amanda drew my attention back to her.
"I'm sorry, what?" I said.
She had a smirk on her cheerful face. "I said, I gotta request of ya."
"A towel?" I offered.
"No, but we may need one," she said, still smirking. She went into the front room and sat down on the couch that faced out of the window. I followed but she told me to stand when I went to sit down.
"You're gonna need to stand for my request," she said.
Intrigued, I said nothing and stood where indicated, directly in front of Amanda.
"Now," she said, "I don't have a lot of time cause I have to get up early, so here is what we're gonna do. We're gonna play my version a' seven minutes in heaven."
"Sadly, I wasn't popular enough to play that," I told her. "So you may need to explain things."
"Aww, darlin', now that is a shame," she said, stroking the front of my pants with the back of her finger, "what all those girls missed out on.