She Blamed It on My PTSD Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

She Blamed It on My PTSD Pt. 02

... did. When full I looked at her and said, "This is so fucking good," shaking my head in delight.

She said, "It sure as fuck is, you betcha, " with a twinkle in her eye walking away with a little sway in her giddyap.

There are maybe two million people of Scandinavian descent in and around Seattle.

"Ya sure, you betcha" is their anthem cry. Close to thirty years since I last heard it. I was part Norwegian and Finnish.

She came with my order balanced on her left arm. It was so steaming hot. I cut a piece of the oyster omelet and put it on a piece of the toast. When I put it in my mouth, I slowly chewed it and closed my eyes It was unbelievably good. For a second I sat there with my eyes closed.

"Are you ok?

I looked at her, my eyes opened and said, "This might be the best food in the world."

She said, "Honey, get to eating before it cools off."

I did. I finished the Omelet first. Then the calamari which had parsley and olive oil over the top of them.

She came by with coffee and I asked if they had peanut butter and marmalade.

She took off and was back with a cup full of peanut butter and some peach marmalade. I had most of the toast left and I spread it with the peanut butter with the marmalade on top. I savored the toast. No peanut butter in England. I was almost done and she sat down.

"Good?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "I've been away far too long. Best oysters in the world, squid. Sweet Jesus, I missed this. I flew from London, two ...

... days ago, didn't eat much the day before."

"Where'd you go to school?"

"Queen Anne High on the hilltop! Home of the Grizzlies."

She smiled and said, "I went to Blanchette, grew up in Ballard. My name is Carri-Anne, " stared into my soul with deep green eyes.

"I'm Teddy Benedict. "Umm, are there any good restaurants in Ballard, " my heart was pounding and I stared back into this so very real beautiful woman's eyes.

"My boys and I like Oaxaca Mexican food. Tom, Mark and Phillip are their names. Pick us up at six, " she handed me a slip of paper with her name and number.

"I'm a widow, cancer. Tom was his name, a good man, we still miss him, but it's been

over four years. Are you married?"

I shook my head no vigorously, "Caught her cheating, in my bed. Long term affair while I was out to sea in the Navy. I got close to one other person, but I was her pre-marital fling, except I didn't know. Made me feel dirty. One more question Carrie-Anne, okay?"

She nodded yes.

"You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman alive, what are you doing to me?"

"Do you like baseball," she took the conversation over taking me by surprise.

"I played four years college baseball at Long Beach State."

"Tom's a catcher, but he's struggling with hitting curveballs."

"That's easily fixable. Take me about ten minutes to teach and then some soft toss reps. I could come over at five, do you have a screen, or a nearby park?"

"Screen and five is fine. Wear jeans ...