WHY I WENT TO LAW SCHOOL - THE REAL STORY

She was absolutely: the "Loved Woman, and in the most powerful position in the world." (1) But I wasn't the only one who loved and desired her. There were others, many others, but she held them at bay.

I  used to tell myself that the reason they were held at bay was because, after all, she fancied me the most, and was therefore mine. (I was at the time a much younger and better looking fellow.) 

And I was going to keep her as mine, and do anything I had to, in order to satisfy and please her and make her happy, or so I thought.

She was like a wild, migrating bird that flew into the yard en route to some better destination, looking around with semi-disdain, but still with a mild interest. A thrilling, colorful creature. A beautiful creature with her own, unassailable Genius.

As Oscar Wilde once wrote:  "Beauty is a form of genius--is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon."

And, like I said, she had Beauty alright. She had enough, and more to spare, and there were so many things about her that aroused in me a deep, male thrill, and made me powerless. The curve of her back for instance, and the way every movement of her limbs would sweep and fall and follow it, with  perfect symmetry. The long, wild, and curly tresses of unearthly blonde hair; the hair that smelled like baby shampoo; the hair that I would sweep eagerly aside; the hair that would sometimes make the back of her graceful neck sweaty, and feel hot, and salty on my lips and tongue.

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I recall very well our conversation one Early Sunday morning. We had started the day with a long and exhausting love-making session before breakfast, and were quite relaxed, and both dressing in front of a very large, gilded-framed mirror that we had found in an Antiques store upstate the year before. 

I was trying to adjust the length of my tie, and after several attempts, I thought  finally had it right, but she turned to me and started adjusting it herself. 

"Don't forget the Dimple" she said. "I just love a man with a dimple."

Something about the way she said that intrigued me. She was always phrasing things like that, in an easy and playful way, that always drew me in.

Trying to tease back, I said: "You know, a tie with a dimple is a pet peeve of mine, because...."

But she had heard me say that before, and she didn't let me finish. 

"But you'll do it for me right my sweet?" And she looked up at me, with a settled smile, blinking her large blue eyes a couple of times. 

I moved to kiss her, but she pulled away and turned back to the mirror. But I continued with my attempts to tease.

"How many times did you come this morning?" I asked.  "I counted three at least."

When she heard that she turned quickly and delivered a short and deft slap to the left side of my face. It wasn't a hard slap, but it wasn't light either, and it startled me. 

Seeing my perplexity, she laughed, and said: "You mustn't talk about such things you know. You're embarrassing me!"

I was still a little stunned, but I laughed a little anyway.

"Besides" she said. "We're supposed to be getting ready for Church. Remember? Your favorite Reverend Pie?"

She was referring to the same spellbinding reverend that we had gone to see the week before, when 

he had delivered a very entertaining and insightful sermon about Family Unity and Charity, and Harmony thereof, and about how his son wanted to become one of the Thessolonain people. This weeks sermon, if it was like the last one, was going to prove to be even better.

"I just Love the Reverend Pie! " I said enthusiastically. "I was driving by the Church yesterday and there was a big sign out front announcing the subject for his new Sermon."

"Oh?" she asked with lukewarm interest.

"Yes" I said. "It's called: The Chairman of the Board Has Retired Form Life, with Sin as his Equity, and Damnation as His Just Recompense. I can't wait to hear it! Especially the part about how he soiled his wedding bed."

"What!" she said, and turned to me. "Are you serious? Where do you get such nonsense from?"

"No" I said. "It was right there on the sign. He soiled his wedding bed and all kinds of other stuff about Adultery being a most grievous sin unto the Lord and all that kind of stuff. You know, a lot of thees and thous and the devil. It's scary and it's Great!"

She just shook her head and started putting on her bright red lipstick, which stood out, and contrasted so well against her alabaster complexion. 

"You and that Reverend" she scolded. "You're too much."

To be continued.


*Note: I just did a quick Google and it turns out there is a Reverend Pie as well--some kind of internet troller or something. Pure coincidence. This one is no relation. So I'll have to come up with another name. Maybe Paul. Little things like a name can sometimes be the most difficult, or very simple if it is just a random name.