How I Met Marianne
And her irresistible smile
I met my wife Marianne ten years ago through a friend. He was a door man at a pub I frequented. She was a platonic friend he'd known since grade school. He knew that I was in a motorcycle club, and that she loved Harley Davidsons.
She was an attractive strawberry blond with a nice build and a very pretty face. There was something special about the way she smiled.
The night he introduced us I asked her if she'd like to ride with me sometime and she agreed to a ride the very next weekend.
We met on the following Saturday morning and rode into the beautiful Rocky Mountains. The weather was perfect. We had lunch at a rustic café with a patio next to a swiftly running creek. I couldn't have scripted a more romantic setting. We talked and laughed and joked until we finished lunch. Then we rode through a quaint little town and finally home. It seemed like a perfect first date.
When I dropped her off late that afternoon, she asked if I'd accompany her to her ten year high school reunion the following weekend. I agreed.
The reunion was held at a nice restaurant with a large lounge area. I was expecting a nice time, although I anticipated it might be a bit boring since I didn't know anyone there but Marianne. I had graduated from a school in a different part of the state. I really wanted to get to know her better and I hoped being her date would improve the chances of this developing into something more.. She encountered many of her old classmates there and introduced me as her date.
I was impressed at how everyone said what a great friend she was and how she spearheaded several service projects helping the less fortunate in our town. I felt that I was lucky to be with such a warm caring woman.
After a pleasant dinner, I wanted another drink and asked if I could bring her another. She said, "Yes," so I went over to the bar to get them.
There were a couple of guys standing at the bar who seemed to have had one too many. They were loud and their language was less than appropriate for this event.
As I was giving the bartender our order the bigger guy walked over to me and said, "I see you're here with Rosie Rotten Crotch. How do you like that stinky pussy?"
I replied, "What the fuck is wrong with you? I don't even know you and you think you can talk to me like that?"
He and his buddy laughed. Then he said, "I was just asking how you liked her smelly pussy. She was a great fuck, but I couldn't get that stink off my cock for a week. Are you eating that stinky snatch I used to fuck? I'll bet you like to eat it!"
I stared at him and said, "Just keep your yap shut creep."
He was a big dude, probably 6'3" and not skinny. I'm 5'11" and 200lbs.
He then said, "Oh a tough cunt licker," then he pushed his right hand into my chest and shoved me.
I came back with a left to his right eye, and my best right uppercut to his chin. He hit the floor like a sack of potatoes, then I looked at his buddy and said, "Do you want some too?" I was just making sure that his buddy wasn't planning to grab me from behind.
"No man, I think Marianne is a very nice girl."
"Good answer!" I said."
Then I told the loudmouth, "Get up bad boy or get the fuck away from me!"
He and his friend left.
Naturally quite a crowd had gathered to see what had happened. Marianne was crying. I paid for our drinks and said, "Let's blow this pop stand before the cops get here, leaving the drinks on the bar. That clown started it, but I think he has more friends here than I do."
We got into my Silverado and drove away. Marianne was sobbing and said, "I'm sorry Joe, I had no idea that jerk would be there. Why did he pick a fight with you?"
