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Summer love-5

This series details the beginning and how I met him. The first few installments can be found here:

Spokane, Wa. 1982

Sunlight streamed through branches that had recently bent to the will of a rising wind. Pine cones and needles that were in need of raking littered the driveway and mom’s requests for their speedy removal were met with agitation and a promise to “get to them” after work one day. He held my sweaty hand and pulled me closer sending shivers down my neck and back. Soft whispers in my ear left drops of water on his forehead and cheeks as wet hair was swept aside and lips pressed gently onto mine.

The slider door opened and dad’s presence jolted me into a new reality.  I removed myself from his arms and turned to acknowledge my father who stood on the middle deck peering down. It was nearly 8 a.m. and I was responsible for opening Bingo; bags of ice needed to be carried, containers of popcorn made and condiments filled for the various food items that were offered. I spoke slowly and told him that I would have to leave and he was welcome to sit at Bingo or spend his time at the house in the woods.

I unlocked the door and ushered him inside where he greeted my father with the utmost respect. His self assured demeanor was a welcome change and he seemed to fit perfectly into our family environment. I was assured that everything would be fine as he and dad walked to the car to spend a day running errands and working on projects around the house.  I jumped in the car and made my way to the track where a day of Bingo, a break and then a night of work in the concessions stand would help to support my spending money throughout the year.

A rush that could not be explained clouded logic and urged me to take steps toward surrender. A borrowed car, directions scratched onto a single sheet of paper and his calm and humble character made it hard to hold strong.

Wood house and middle deck

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  1. Beautifully written Lynn.

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    July 6, 2018
  2. ” A rush that could not be explained clouded logic….” How many times have so many others, including myself have had our logic clouded by emotions. Emotions are so powerful!

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    July 6, 2018
  3. He knew how to disguise his motives so well…(K)

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    July 6, 2018
  4. It reads like a beautiful romance, Lynn, and it’s so easy to miss the darkness lurking beneath his loving and respectful exterior. I think that incredible skill in deception is an important part of the story and I’m glad you’re including it. Much love to you. ❤

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    July 6, 2018
  5. Beautifully written Lynn.

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    July 6, 2018
  6. Unbelievable that this is the same person…

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    July 6, 2018
  7. Lynn, very well written. It helps to explain how you went from point A to point Z by later marrying him.

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    July 6, 2018
  8. I can see why you were fell in deep – you were young and naive…very well written!!

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    July 6, 2018
  9. We can only hope people are sincere and not have ulterior motives. Thank you for sharing your story, my sister.

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    July 6, 2018
  10. We never know what the future brings or how a person might change along the way.

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    July 6, 2018
  11. So sad to think that your pure feelings of awakening love were shattered by a person who didn’t deserve you.


    July 7, 2018
  12. So beautifully written


    July 7, 2018
  13. You certainly captured what it was that captured you back then.

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    July 7, 2018
  14. Nice piece!👍😊

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    July 7, 2018
  15. Seeing his interaction with your family adds a new dimension to the story. I’m so glad you’re sharing all of this with us.

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    July 7, 2018
  16. So well written! The man was a wolf in sheeps clothing! xoxoxox

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    July 7, 2018
  17. Beautifully written, Lynn. He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

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    July 7, 2018
  18. You do a skillful job of describing him as fascinating to you, respectful to your father and sinister all the while. Good work, Lynn

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    July 7, 2018
  19. Young love, the innocence of it can leave you breathless. I love your style of writing. Take me to the moment, I can almost like him at this moment of time. Lovely Lynn, well written. XXkat

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    July 9, 2018
  20. The calm before the storm

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    July 12, 2018

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