Twenty Years Ago +- I Met My Husband To Be In Class

I was in a summer program for credit and I took my lunch and went to the park across the street to eat my lunch on a bench. That day across from me was a man. An older man, white hair with a white beard, totally unkept. His clothes were filthy, not washed in however long. I thought to myself he was a homeless man. He moved his coat away from his waist and started to masturbate in front of me.

I watched, watched him intently, not missing anything. When he got to the point he had to come, his shoulders pulled back and he stretched his legs and three squirts of come came out.

I finished my lunch, never breaking eye contact with him. I took my paper bag and my purse and walked back to class. In class I talked to this guy that I was sitting beside and told him in whispers what I had seen. He got angry demanding I tell him exactly where that was, he left the building looking for that man. But the man was gone.

For the rest of the summer semester I had to take my lunch with him. He walked me back to my dorm, he walked me to class. Wherever I needed to go he took me, whether it was to get some groceries, or the CVS, or to have my 'lady exam'. After moving off campus, he agreed on the apartment, I waited patiently for him to knock on my door, before I left my apartment. I couldn't really date, so he took me to entertainment events, the movies, the football games, later the basketball games. I sat beside him everywhere I went. Beside him means beside him, my body against his.

When the day came that he decided to act I let him undress me like unwrapping a present, piece by piece. I gave him my full attention, did what he asked. When it was over I asked him if he was satisfied with me and if I was a keeper, or was he going to throw me back. When it was time for me to collect all my personal belongings, pack and move, he loaded the car and drove me to my parents house two states away. He had a discussion with my father, a negotiation, while my mother, sister and me waited at the kitchen table. My father nodded his head and everyone smiled. He was taking me with him. That's all that mattered.