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Reluctant Rescue

... that good at sports. Still, there are some of them you see hanging out with the athletes. They used to invite me to their parties. Somehow, getting high and being used by a big sweaty man never did it for me. They quit asking after a while.” He laughed. “No, I don’t imagine that would appeal to you. You’re beautiful enough to fit the type, but you’re sort of nerdy too. I know you’d appeal to them, but I can’t imagine that they’d appeal to you.” “Only one,” she dimpled up at him. “Anyway, I dated some, especially some of the girls in the Philosophy Department, but I never found one that really made me want to go out with them a second time. When I was fighting, it was even worse. You don’t meet a lot of classy women as a fighter. You meet actresses and news people, but not usually the kind you’d want to take home to meet mom. After I retired, I met more normal girls. I dated one for two years, but in the end, I was too radical for her. She wasn’t interested in anything much that I was and when she ran for the state senate, I had enough. She knew nothing about government and didn’t care to find anything out. She spouted lines her handlers fed her and I was just a celebrity boyfriend she used to appeal to the type of voter that likes sports figures.” “How long ago was that?” Andrea asked. “Three years ago. My sisters try to fix me up with their friends and I’ve been out with them a few times. I was pretty much comfortable with that. Just the occasional casual date. I wasn’t ...

... looking for anything serious when I met you. What about you? I know you must have been quite a target. Anyone that looks like you and has the package you have must have been constantly hit on.” “I had a steady boyfriend in high school,” she told him. “It was more like it was expected, than that I was in love with him. He was handy to have around to take me to social things. We broke up my senior year after prom. I wouldn’t sleep with him, and he wanted more than he was ever going to get from me.” “What about college?” he asked. “There must be guys swarming around you.” “They did at first,” she said. “When I was a freshman, I was constantly asked out and invited to parties. I always said no, and they quit asking after a while. I don’t spend a lot of time on campus outside class. I went out with an English diplomat for a while but it didn’t work out. I was waiting for a huge redhead to sweep me off my feet.” He laughed. “Well, I’m glad it was me. I was missing something special. Let’s clean up and sit in the hot tub a while.” “I’ve got the cleanup,” she said. “You cooked. You just go get in the tub and I’ll join you in a minute.” He was sitting in the tub when she came out, carrying two glasses of wine and wearing a robe. She handed him one and set hers down on the deck. She slipped out of the robe and she was deliciously bare underneath. They drank the wine and relaxed for a minute. He pulled her over against him and held her with his arm over her shoulders. She looked up at him ...