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All my stories are based on real people (not necessarily real actions though). I was having a little writers block when I wrote this, so the female the story was based on helped me with some of the middle.
I never did write part 2, but I do have some ideas and it may be continued.
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Still a bit apprehensive, you climb into the van and give me the big kiss we've both been waiting on. Breaking it off entirely too soon, I say that we better get going if we're going to be there on time. Now extremely puzzled, you drop back in the seat and buckle up. The thoughts are swirling in your head.....what's wrong? Why did he end the kiss so soon? Why did I need to dress up? Where are we going? Why did I need an overnight bag? If we're finally running away together, wouldn't I need more stuff? Where can we be going for dinner if we are leaving at 2:30 in the afternoon?
As we head north on Route 4, you finally ask where we're headed. I remind you that I've got everything planned and you just need to sit back and relax......it doesn't work, how can you relax when you have no idea what's going on. Time passes slowly. We enter Kentucky, you are now getting concerned.......is this guy really some psycho-killer that's taken me for a one-way ride or is this a guy that really loves me and has been dying to finally have some time alone together?
Finally, three and a half hours later we get off the interstate. The scenery was gorgeous, but 3 hours without a potty break was taking its toll. Again you beg for any information on what is really going on. Once again I remain silent.
We finally pull into a parking lot. You have no clue where you are or what's going on, but a bathroom and a good meal overwhelms you. As I come around and force you to accept my gentlemanly offer of opening your door, you realize that we are finally somewhere where we can relax together and enjoy our love for each other without worry of being seen.
Once inside you are taken in by the gorgeous old mill. Squeezing my hand you pull closer and rest your head on my shoulder content in the knowledge that this is someone that loves me very much. Once the potty break has been taken care of (with the obligatory disagreement over whether we should try for a quickie in the bathroom or not), we are seating in a nice quiet, romantic corner. Menus are brought and the waiter reminds you that the check has been taken care of and you should order whatever you desire.
After a fabulously romantic dinner of good food and wonderful conversation, including us reminding each other of the love we do share, we head out. Back in the van, you're now excited as to what I have planned next.
Pulling into a driveway under a large sycamore tree you look around wondering what relative of his is this? We get out, taking our bags with us we enter the house and are greeted by an older couple.

*quot;Good evening Mr.