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\ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\intbl\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0 {\f36\fs20\insrsid14171993 \'93When we kissed goodbye and parted I knew we\rquote d never meet again. Love is like a dying ember and only memories remain. And through the ages I
\rquote ll remember blue eyes crying in the rain. Someday when we meet up yonder we\rquote ll stroll hand and hand again. In the land that knows no parting, blue eyes crying in the rain.\'94\line \line * * *\line \line 
I worked at a factory for part of the summer. But then I got another job offer. Related to my chosen field, journalism. The pay was not as good but I just had to take it. For the experience. Little did I know what kind of experience I was in for.\line 
\line The offer came from a print-on-demand company in my hometown that publishes books for authors who couldn\rquote t or wouldn\rquote 
t publish through traditional methods for one reason or another. This company offers numerous services: electronic books, rocket e-books, hard cover and paperback, editing, distribution, promotion, websites, and much more.\line \line 
My function was to work with the author and the editor assigned to the book to convert the manuscript to the proper format required by our publishing software
. Some manuscripts were submitted via paper, some disc, and some electronically. Basically I had to get the manuscript in Microsoft Word and clean it up, incorporate the editor\rquote s recommended revisions, and obtain the author\rquote 
s feedback, and ultimately approval. This often took a lot of back and forth communication between the author and I.\line \line 
With respect to the first four books I worked on there was no problem communicating with the author. I had phone numbers and whatever. Two of the authors resided nearby a
nd we met in person several times. But the fifth book presented a dilemma. It was a romance novel about a young woman\rquote s first time. Entitled }{\i\f36\fs20\insrsid14171993 Take Me to Heaven}{\f36\fs20\insrsid14171993 .\line \line The author of }{
\i\f36\fs20\insrsid14171993 Take Me to Heaven}{\f36\fs20\insrsid14171993 , Emily David, seemed quite unusual. At least very different than the other four authors I had worked with. The book was hot! Although it didn\rquote 
t contain any explicit sex. As I read the book for the first time I thought about my best friend, Jenny, and her propensity for \'93hooking up.\'94 No romance. No commitment. Just sex. I didn\rquote 
t want it to be like that. At least not the first time. I wanted it to be like }{\i\f36\fs20\insrsid14171993 Take Me to Heaven}{\f36\fs20\insrsid14171993 .\line \line Emily David and I exchanged numerous emails concerning the book. But Emily wouldn
\rquote t talk to me on the phone. When our communications eventually turned a little personal, Emily asked for a picture of me. Quite unusual I thought but I complied. I sent her one where I wore a pink miniskirt and matching vest. \line \line 
In her next email Emily wrote, \'93Sarah, you are extraordinarily beautiful. I love your long red hair. I can see you have very, very blue eyes. Wow! That miniskirt! And I can see your nipples through the vest. You must not be wearing a bra.\'94
 Now, does that sound like a woman? I don\rquote t think so. Not unless she\rquote s a girl who prefers girls. The book sure didn\rquote t sound like that to me.\line \line I wrote back, \'93Okay, Emily, I know you\rquote re a guy. It doesn\rquote 
t matter. Authors use pseudonyms for various reasons. Some use one to disguise proclivity. Others to hide moonlighting. And on and on. No big deal. You don\rquote t have to tell me if you don\rquote 
t want to. But if you want to, please call me. I promise confidentiality.\'94 I repeated my office phone number and also listed my cell phone number.\line \line Two days later I got a call on my cell phone. A definitely male voice on the other end that
 I did not recognize. \'93Hello, Sarah.\'94\line \line \'93Hello. Who is this? I don\rquote t recognize your voice.\'94\line \line \'93It\rquote s me.\'94\line \line \'93Who?\'94\line \line \'93It\rquote s me--Emily.\'94 \line \line \'93I knew it!\'94
\line \line \'93Yes, that you did, Sarah. What gave me away?\'94\line \line I couldn\rquote t help but laugh. \'93Wanting a picture and then what you said. About the miniskirt and stuff.\'94\line \line Now he laughed. I liked the sound of it. \'93
Well, I couldn\rquote t help it, Sarah. You\'85uh\'85made an impression on me.\'94\line \line \'93Just what is your name, sir?\'94\line \line \'93David. But not Emily David. No, it\rquote s David Peterson.\'94\line \line \'93Well, David Pete
rson, why did you pretend to be Emily David?\'94\line \line \'93You had to ask, Little Miss Intuition. My book, }{\i\f36\fs20\insrsid14171993 Take Me to Heaven}{\f36\fs20\insrsid14171993 , is written in the first person from a young woman\rquote 
s perspective. About her first time. How would that play if the author was a man?\'94\line \line \'93Yes, I see your point, Emily, \rquote er I mean David.\'94 I giggled. \'93Makes sense to me.\'94\line \line \'93Besides,\'94 he added, \'93I feel a little
\'85I don\rquote t know\'85what with being a guy and\'85uh\'85writing a romance novel\'85I\'85uh\'85feel weird.\'94\line \line \'93Don\rquote t you dare feel that way, David! I think your book is beautiful! Wonderful. Incredible. So\'85uh\'85so\'85
memorable. I just hope it\rquote s\'85uh\'85like that\'85uh\'85oh, never mind.\'94\line \line \'93What, Sarah?\'94\line \line \'93Nothing.\'94\line \line \'93Tell me!\'94\line \line \'93Take me to heaven,\'94 I whispered.\line \line \'93What? I can
\rquote t hear you, Sarah.\'94\line \line \'93David, I can\rquote t talk right now. Pressing business. My boss. Can I call you back later?\'94\line \line \'93Sure. I\rquote ll talk to you again soon, Sarah.\'94\line \line 
Oh yeah, I had to go. To the bathroom. Not for number one or number two. No, for number three. With my new vibrator.\line \line * * *\line \line David and I talked on the phone inces
santly over the next week. Each conversation seemed more personal. We really got to know one another quite well in a short period of time. And then we decided to meet. He lived about a hundred miles away and we agreed on an old amusement park on a small l
ake about half-way between us.\line \line 
The moment I saw him I knew it. He would be my first. Sooner or later. Hopefully sooner. I had been spending a great deal of time doing number three lately. He brought me roses. Just like in his book. So handsome. Very, very blue eyes. Like mine.\line 
\line On the Ferris wheel David put his arm around me. I melted. The first kiss was soft and shy, just like in his book. The second kiss was so passionate it made me shiver. \'93Are you cold, Sarah?\'94 he asked with concern as he noticed my goose bumps.
\line \line \'93No, not really. Must be the ride.\'94 Actually, I was hot. Very hot. And I could feel the damp spot. I wanted a ride all right. On you know what. My hand accidentally fell in David\rquote s lap. He didn\rquote 
t react. Other than he had an erection. I didn\rquote t move my hand until the Ferris wheel stopped. \line \line \'93David, it\rquote s a good thing you\rquote re wearing a long baggy shirt that covers the front of your pants,\'94 I remarked coyly.\line 
\line \'93Yes, isn\rquote t it, Sarah,\'94 he agreed, laughing. \'93It\rquote s all your fault you know.\'94\line \line \'93Well, I certainly hope so!\'94 I really, really liked this guy. \'93Would you like me to do something about it, David?\'94\line 
\line \'93Uh\'85uh\'85\'94\line \line \'93Let\rquote s go for a boat ride, David,\'94 I suggested. \'93Cruise the lagoons.\'94 There was a place on the far side of the park that rented canoes and row boats.\line \line * * *\line \line 
We rented the biggest row boat they had.\line \line David did the rowing. After an hour of insignificant chatter I mustered up the courage to ask, \'93David, do you believe in love at first sight?\'94\line \line \'93Yes. I wrote about it in my book, didn
\rquote t I?\'94\line \line \'93You did, indeed. But that was a fantasy, wasn\rquote t it?\'94\line \line \'93A fantasy, yes. But the way I imagine that true love could be.\'94\line \line \'93
Me too! David, your story is so romantic. The best romance novel I\rquote ve ever read. And I\rquote ve read more than a few. Awesome, dude!\'94 I felt real juicy.\line \line \'93Thank you, Sarah. You are so sweet. I mean that sincerely. And so lovely.
\'94\line \line \'93I know we just met, David, but I like you a lot. A whole lot.\'94\line \line \'93I like you a whole lot, too, Sarah.\'94\line \line \'93Pull the boat over into that secluded area to your right, David.\'94\line \line He d
id. We began to kiss again. I unfastened several buttons on the vest under which there was nothing but me. I didn\rquote t want to take it all the way off in case another boat got close. But he could see my nipples. \'93You can touch them, David.\'94
 He did. \'93You can kiss and lick them, David.\'94 He did.\line \line My hand fell in his lap again. Not by accident this time. It was hard. I unzipped his pants, reached inside, and played with him. Then I pulled him out. David had a pretty penis. That
\rquote s the only way I can describe it. The prettiest one I had ever seen and the only one I had ever touched. It felt good. I stroked him gently, fascinated.\line \line \'93David?\'94\line \line \'93Uh\'85
yes, Sarah? That feels so good. You have such soft, delicate hands.\'94\line \line \'93David, I have a confession.\'94\line \line \'93Yes, Sarah?\'94\line \line \'93I\rquote m a virgin. Your penis is the first I\'85uh\'85
ever actually had in my hand, or anywhere else. I don\rquote t know how far I can go. Please be patient with me. But I would like to please you with my hand. Right now.\'94\line \line He cupped my face with both of his hands. \'93Whatever you wish, Sarah.
\'94\line \line We sat in the bottom of the boat facing one another, legs crossed. \'93David, show me how you like it. Put your hand over mine.\'94\line \line \'93You\rquote re doing just fine, Sarah, but okay.\'94 He covered my hand with his. \'93
Just that this.\'94 He guided me with one hand and tweaked my nipples with the other. \'93Talk dirty to me, Sarah.\'94\line \line \'93Uh\'85I\rquote ll try. Do you like this, David? Do you like my hand on your cock?\'94 I purred. \'93
Rubbing up and down like this. Do you like my breasts? Do you like my nipples? You seem rather amused by them, honey.\'94\line \line \'93Yes, Sarah,\'94 he moaned.\line \line \'93You can lick and suck my nipples if you want to, David.\'94
 He did. All the while I stroked his cock lovingly with his hand over mine. \'93Would you like me to suck your cock, David?\'94\line \line \'93Yes, Sarah,\'94 he moaned again.\line \line \'93One day, David. One day soon, I\rquote 
ll put you in my mouth. Would you like that, David?\'94\line \line \'93Yes, Sarah,\'94 he moaned once more.\line \line \'93You can shoot all over my breasts and face. Would you like that, David?\'94\line \line \'93Yes, Sarah. I would. Very much.\'94\line 
\line \'93You\rquote ll be the first, David. The first cum I taste. My girlfriend, Jenny, sucks cock. I watched her. I think I know how.\'94\line \line \'93You watched her?\'94\line \line \'93
Yes, I watched her blow three frat brothers at the same time at the last big bash of the school year. I watched her do a convict at the factory where we worked earlier this summer. Jenny likes it. She likes cock. She likes cum.\'94\line \line \'93
I hope you will, too, Jenny.\'94\line \line \'93I know I will. Especially if it\rquote s yours, David.\'94\line \line This discussion seemed to make him even harder, if that were possible. He seemed ready to explode.\line \line \'93
David, are you going to cum now?\'94 I stroked him harder.\line \line \'93Yes, Sarah. Oh man! Oh girl! This feels good! Ahh, Sarah, rub harder,\'94 he begged. \'93That\rquote s it. Good girl. Stroke it, girl! Now\'85ahh\'85I\rquote m close\'85I\rquote 
m ahh\'85\'94\line \line And then it happened. H
e froze my hand with his just over the head of his penis as it spurted and gushed gloriously. It shot all over the place. A big gob landed on my leg. After I squeezed out every last drop I kissed him sweetly. \'93Did you like that, David?\'94\line \line 
\'93Very much, Sarah.\'94\line \line \'93I fetched Kleenex out of my little bag and cleaned up. \'93Next time I\rquote ll lick and eat it all up.\'94\line \line \'93Promise?\'94\line \line \'93I promise.\'94\line \line \'93Sarah?\'94\line \line \'93
Yes, David?\'94\line \line \'93Do you masturbate?\'94\line \line \'93Uh\'85\'94\line \line \'93Tell me.\'94\line \line \'93I can\rquote t help it. More than ever lately. Usually I go in the bathroom. I call it doing number three.\'94 I tittered.\line 
\line David laughed and asked, \'93Would you like to masturbate now, Sarah?\'94 I nodded. \'93Well, go ahead. I\rquote d like to watch you.\'94\line \line \'93You would?\'94\line \line \'93Yes. Please?\'94\line \line \'93
Your wish is my command. This all has made me\'85uh\'85you know.\'94
 I lifted up the front of my pink miniskirt and slipped my panties down a bit. I began to do it the way I like. I pressed two fingers over my clit and rubbed back and forth vigorously. After a few minutes I spread my lips wide apart with my left and 
with the index finger of my right hand straight like a pencil I flicked the side of it rapidly across my clit repeatedly.\line \line \'93Sarah?\'94\line \line \'93Uh\'85yes\'85uh\'85, David?\'94\line \line \'93Can I do that for you?\'94\line \line \'93
If you\'85uh\'85want to, David. Come sit next to me. It will be easier Hurry up.\'94 He did. I helped his fingers do to me what my fingers had been doing. \'93That\rquote s good, David. Real good.\'94 I began to moan deliciously and deliriously.\line 
\line Then suddenly David stopped. He smelled, licked and sucked his fingers that were just inside me, and sigh
ed as if he were in heaven. I knew then that I would be going to heaven this very day. And hopefully, I would take him with me. Then he knelt in front of me, put his tongue on my clit, and did with his tongue what he had been doing with his fingers, and m
ore. Oh, my God! With his tongue pointed and stiff, he gently flicked here and there, but always came back to my clit. And then he gave my clit quick little sucks. He sucked harder. And softer. And harder. Then softer. \line \line 
Torture. Heaven. Torture. Heaven.\line \line I lost it. Never mind what I said. Bad, bad words. Except that one I don\rquote t say. But he didn\rquote 
t stop. As I came down from the first orgasm, David pressed his tongue along the underside of my clit, leaving his lips covering the top. He moved his tongue in and out of my pussy. \line \line David stopped momentarily to comment, \'93
Your hair down here matches that on your head rather perfectly. Pretty pussy.\'94 \line \line \'93You like it? I trim occasionally. Why, I don\rquote t know. It\rquote s not like anybody ever takes a good look at it. Other than 
the gynecologist, of course. My mother made me start going a couple years ago.\'94\line \line \'93Pretty pussy. Like it? I love it. And I bet you gave the doctor a hard-on.\'94 He went back to muff diving.\line \line \'93
Oh God, David! That feels so good. Ahh. I\rquote m going to\'85ahh\'85I\rquote m\'85ahh\'85oh\'85oh shit! Oh, damn\'85I\rquote m\'85ahh\'85oh my dear God in heaven. \'94
 I did cum, wonderfully, again. And as quietly as I possibly could, no matter how many obscenities I wanted to shout. He held my clit between his lips until my quivering and spasms subsided.\line \line I laid my head on David\rquote 
s shoulder as we both wound down. He told me about his dreams and aspirations and I told him about mine. Then we began to play with each other again. Down there. Didn\rquote t take him long to recuperate. Or me.\line \line \'93David?\'94\line \line \'93
Yes, Sarah?\'94\line \line \'93Why don\rquote t we do it in the boat?\'94\line \line \'93That sounds like a song, Sarah.\'94\line \line \'93It is. I\rquote ll write it. Why don\rquote t we do it in the boat. I like the unknown melody already.\'94\line 
\line \'93But in my book her first time is in the woods.\'94\line \line \'93Yes, I know. Well, we could get out of the boat and go into the woods. But we don\rquote t have a blanket. And besides, I don\rquote 
t feel like being eaten alive by mosquitoes. Ouch! But I wouldn\rquote t mind being eaten alive again by you.\'94 I giggled. Oh, the smile on his face! \line \line \'93Okay, let\rquote s do it in the boat, Sarah.\'94\line \line \'93That\rquote 
s what I said, David. Do you have condoms?\'94\line \line \'93No. I\'85uh\'85didn\rquote t think\'85uh\'85that\'85I\'85we\'85uh\'85\'94\line \line \'93Well, you thought wrong, buster! But please don\rquote t cum inside me. Pull out when you think it
\rquote s necessary. I think I\rquote m rather safe this time of month, but I don\rquote t have a great deal of experience in these matters. None, actually.\'94\line \line \'93So you said, Sarah. Are you sure this is what you want?\'94\line \line \'93
Yes! This is what I want. Bad! I want you, David. Inside me. Now! Take me to heaven, David.\'94\line \line \'93We\rquote ll start side by side. \lquote Now and Zen.\rquote  Just relax, Sarah, and let me get you in the proper position.\'94\line \line 
He entered me slowly and carefully. \'93Ouch!\'94 I screamed. \'93That hurt just a bit, David.\'94 I could see a trickle of blood run from my vagina onto his leg. \'93I think you just busted my cherry, David. You know, ruptured my hymen.\'94\line \line 
\'93Oh my, I\rquote m so sorry, Sarah.\'94\line \line \'93No worries, David. Just one objective that had to be accomplished. Before you take me to heaven. I\rquote m ready now my angel.\'94\line \line \'93Whatever you say, }{\i\f36\fs20\insrsid14171993 my
}{\f36\fs20\insrsid14171993  angel.\'94\line \line This was great. I could kiss him and he could play with my nipples. But after a half hour I knew heaven wasn\rquote t going to happen this way, either for me or him, and he could also tell.\line \line 
\'93Okay, Sarah, time to take a trip to heaven. We\rquote ll get you off real quick. Get on top.\'94 I did. He adjusted my body a little. \'93Sarah, now lean forward, arch your back, and keep your pussy close to the base of my cock.\'94 I did. \'93
Rock, Sarah, rock.\'94 I did. His pubic bone pressed up against my clit. \line \line The pleasure intensified each time I rocked back and forth. \'93Oh my God, David, this feels so good. So good. Ahh\'85so very good. I love your cock inside me. Ahh\'85ahh
\'85.ohh\'85\'94 \line \line Heaven. He took me to heaven. Although I did most of the work. But then, it was his cock that made my pussy smile. This heaven was better than David\rquote s 
book. Although he never described the sex. This heaven was better than I had ever hoped. \line \line I pulled up off him a few moments after I got off. He hadn\rquote 
t cum yet. I covered him with my lips. I took him deep down my throat. I sucked. He went to heaven. When h
e got to heaven I swallowed as much as I could. And then I pulled him out. With the head of his cock on my tongue, I let him shoot into my mouth as I jerked every last drop out of him with my hand. Then I put him back in my mouth until he got soft.\line 
\line David wiped the cum that was all over my face and dribbling from my chin with his shirt.\line \line \'93I love you, David,\'94 I whispered softly.\line \line \'93I love you, Sarah.\'94\line \line 
We cuddled and kissed for what seemed like an eternity.\line \line \line \line * * *\line \line After we returned the boat we decided to r
ent bicycles next. We headed for the back roads near the park. I pulled off and stopped to rest a bit after we had just gone over a steep hill. \line \line \'93David, let\rquote s get a room for the night,\'94 I suggested. \'93
And you can take me to heaven again. And again.\'94\line \line \'93Can you do that, Sarah? What about your parents?\'94\line \line \'93I told them I was going to visit a girlfriend today who lives nearby. I\rquote ll just call and say I\rquote 
m staying overnight. Nothing unusual. They won\rquote t even ask for her number. They\rquote ll call on my cell phone if they want to reach me.\'94 I giggled. \'93But I\rquote ll power it off while I\rquote m on my way to heaven. You know, take a message.
\'94 It had begun to drizzle. The sun had just set. What you could see of it. \'93We had better head back, David.\'94\line \line \'93Yes, I think so, Sarah. You lead and I\rquote ll follow. I\rquote 
m not sure I remember exactly how to get back Do you know the way?\'94\line \line \'93No problem. I\rquote ve been on these roads before. Follow the leader! After all, you showed me the way.\'94 I laughed gaily. \'93The way to heaven.\'94\line \line 
When a car approached from behind I could see the lights. Several passed us on this rather deserted dirt road. \line \line I heard the screech and then the terrible sound of metal hitting metal.\line \line When I stopped and turned around I saw David
\rquote s mangled bike and him lying in the middle of the road in a pool of blood. The car\rquote s headlights shone on his body and the driver, an older woman, got out. I ran up.\line \line \'93I never saw him,\'94 she blurted. \'93He\rquote 
s wearing dark clothes.\'94 But there was a light and reflectors on the bike. She looked very old. And scared.\line \line Immediately I called 911 on my cell phone. I bent down and cradled David\rquote s head. The blood. The blood.\line \line \'93
I love you, Sarah,\'94 he could barely whisper.\line \line \'93I love you, David.\'94 My blue eyes were crying in the rain. So were his. I wiped them away. But more came.\line \line \'93Take me to heaven, Sarah.\'94\line \line 
I kissed his lips. He sighed. I held him tightly. Then he closed his eyes and died.\line \line * * *\line \line \'93When we kissed goodbye and parted I knew we\rquote 
d never meet again. Love is like a dying ember and only memories remain. And through the ages I\rquote ll remember blue eyes crying in the rain. Someday when we meet up yonder we\rquote 
ll stroll hand and hand again. In the land that knows no parting, blue eyes crying in the rain.\'94 The raindrops beat against my window long after the lightning and thunder drove me inside. I turned on the television. Shania Twain sang Willie Nelson
\rquote s, \'93Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain\'94 at his birthday party. I taped it and listened to the song over and over. I couldn\rquote t even cry myself to sleep that night. I still listen to it to this day. The tears don\rquote t stop. }{
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