It's really something how sometimes someone enters your life and surprises you to no end. Take Maggie, for instance. I met her at a friend's dinner party one evening and immediately struck a friendship with her. It happened this way: We were across the livingroom from each other and I couldn't notice how attractive and sexy she was. As a matter of fact, I couldn't take my eyes off her; and I noticed that she caught me looking at her several times. I felt a little bit embarrased, so I walked over to her and said,
"I'm sorry for staring at you, but I couldn't help it. You are stunningly beautiful."
"Why thank you. That's very sweet of you. My name is Maggie Johnson."
"Nice to meet you, Maggie. I'm Leslie Purdie. Do you live near hear, or are you just visiting?"
"Yes, I live in the area on Nighthawk Street, the last house on the cul-de-sac. How about you?"
"No, I don't live near here. I'm in Kanata. I assume you are friends of Ron and Marcia."
"Yes, I am. As a matter of fact, they were good friends of my late husband's, but they include me in a lot of their activities. How do you know them, Leslie?"
"I used to curl with Ron, but he sure didn't mention you, or I would have searched for you a long time ago."
"Hey, you silver-tongued devil. I wish you had because you have a warm, inviting personality."
"Thanks Maggie. I already feel like I've known you for a long time. We'll have to get together sometime to compare notes. You are fantastic: you're pretty, you're hot, you've got a nice body, you're a great conversationalist. So, what's wrong with you? You're too pefect."
I wanted to continue with her, but people came near us and several conversations broke out at one time. When Ron called everyone to come to the dinner table, I casually took Maggie's hand and led her to the table which was only about ten steps away. When we got to the table, she didn't let go of my hand until she sat down, then patted the chair beside her inviting me to sit beside her.
Both of us were involved in conversations with the person beside each other, but that didn't stop me from putting my right hand down so I could reach for hers which was in her lap. She willingly intertwined her fingers in mine, and we rested our hands on the seat of her chair. I knew everything was okay when I could feel her thumb rubbing up and down my hand.
One or two times during dinner, we let our knees touch and stole a glance at each other. The frequency with which we were touching each other increased, and pretty soon, our bodies were touching each other as much as they could.
"Am I bothering you, Maggie?" I asked.
"No, not at all. I'm enjoying this more than you are, I bet." she said and with that, she reached over and squeezed my thigh but quickly withdrew her hand.
After dinner, we all went back into the livingroom with after-dinner drinks. I didn't follow Maggie because I didn't want people to know or think that something was going on between us. But, about fifteen minutes after that, she came over to me with a friend of hers.
"Leslie, this is Helen Parker. Helen, Leslie. I just met him earlier this evening, and we've had some wonderful conversation."
"Nice to meet you, Helen. And what do you do when you're not out partying?" I asked.
"I'm a nurse, and as my luck would have it, I'm working the midnight shift. I have to go home and change, but I wish I could stay and chat some more. Look after Maggie for me, Leslie. She's my best friend." Then she left us; said some good-byes to people and left.
"Leslie, I had to find a reason to come over and talk with you, so I brought Helen over to meet you. Hope you don't mind."
"Mind? What do you mean, mind? I was wracking my brain out to find a reason to go over and hang out with you again. Hey, listen, Mag. It's ten-thirty and people are starting to mellow out and/or talk shop. Interested in going to Starbuck's for a cup of coffee?"
"Sure. I'd love to. Why don't I take my car back to my place and leave it there and we can go in yours. If you want, you can follow me down to my house or come on your own." she suggested.
"I'd better follow you down, Maggie. I'm tired of coming on my own." I said while I laughed at my own joke along with her.
"You're a dirty old man, Les. Finally I met one. If you want, you can give me a head-start and I'll wait for you. I'm at Number 24."
I let Maggie leave Ron and Marci's house first, then waited for about four minutes and left. I could see her taillights in her driveway, so she was easy to find.
"Do you mind if I change my clothes before we go, Les? These aren't exactly Starbuck's attire, you know."