She tried to be careful notto disturb me but I came to consciousness and caressedher. She turned away from me and curled up. “Are youokay?”...; I asked. “Yeah, I fine,” she quietly answered. Since I already had a few hours of sleep because I cameto bed early I didn’t feel so tired so a caressed herand started slowly stroking her arm. She remained verystill. Slowly I started making my way down her waistand I cupped her ass cheek in my hand. She usuallyreacted to that by. Then I moved up the bed to lie hugging her."Do you have a rubber?" she asked after her breath came back.Did I have a condom? Does Kansas have wheat?"Do you want me to put one on?" I asked. I reached over towards the nightstand. Finally, I got the box out and extracted one packet. I opened it and fumbled the condom on."Be very gentle," she said. "I've never done this before."Neither had I, and her statement scared me for a moment. Would I hurt her? Would she bleed? Would I even be able to find. The driveway up to the house meets the paved road on the other side of the hill. There's nothing about it or the dilapidated mailbox on the rusty pole beside it to distinguish it from any of the other farm driveways on the rural highway. What was the joke the "redneck" comedian told about directions to your home containing the phrase, "when you turn off of the paved road?" But the rickety gate is more sturdy than it looks and is unlocked by a hidden keypad on the bottom of the rusty mailbox.. Cathy and I made love with an intensity and passion that must have come from the knowing that it was all we had of any value. No one could take that away from us. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her and her for me. The only arguments I remember were over the stereo, and what got played on it. We would claim turntable rights depending on who got home first, and the loser would gripe and criticize the selections. Finally, we worked out a system where we would take turns playing album sides,.