What I Wasn't Supposed To See (R)
(Idea borrowed from Three Beer by European coffee addict)
None of it was my fault. I need to state that for the record. It wasn't my idea to go out on the double date and I'm not the one who turned the lights on. I just happened to be in the car at the wrong time at the wrong place with the wrong jerk of a guy.
All I was doing was a favor for my sister who begged me to go out on a double date with her and her poor excuse of a boyfriend, Munson, a guy I loathed, a wiseass egotistical smug jock. I had no idea why my sister dated him. Tina's smart, witty, attractive, popular, and well liked with plenty going for her yet for some bizarre and unexplained reason she fell for the tough guy football linebacker, lunch room terror, and intimidating hall presence who liked to harass unsuspecting saps passing by. I wanted nothing to do with the immature asshole but I gave up trying to convince Tina just how much of a bad fit he was for her a long time ago.
Tina's friend Marilyn was a nice enough girl. I'd known her for a long time both around school and because she was around my house a lot. Marilyn's pretty with long black hair and she's smart too and I always liked her (as my sister's friend of course). Marilyn dated Phil Smithson but he recently dumped her and Tina wanted to cheer her friend up and make her feel better which is why she talked me into going to the movies with them.
"It's not a date," Tina insisted. "She just needs to get out of the house."
So that's how I ended up in the backseat of Munson's car with Marilyn at the Night Owl Drive In Theatre in Mt. Griffin watching a couple of movies with my sister and Munson in the front seat. It was definitely awkward waiting to see if Munson and Tina started making out or something but I actually had a good time with Marilyn. We laughed at the same jokes and during intermission we discussed the movie's plot and what worked and didn't. We kept talking when we walked to the concession stand together and even though it wasn't officially a date it felt like one and that made me feel special because I didn't go on a whole lot of them. My only claim to fame around school was that I could grow a beard by tenth grade!
So even though we didn't hold hands or kiss or snuggle or any of that stuff, I enjoyed Marilyn's company and she treated me like I was somebody besides just her friend's brother. Thankfully, Munson didn't put the moves on Tina either, although their banter, innuendo and inside jokes were kind of nauseating!
And then Munson had to be the asshole he is and that's when the night went incredibly bad. It all started with about two minutes left in the second movie when Munson started the car and began driving out of the drive-in.
"What are you doing?" I protested. "The movie isn't even over yet."
"Come on, we all know the blond ends up with the geek," Munson replied. "This way we beat the traffic out of here."
"But I was going to use the bathroom before we left," Marilyn said. "I don't think I can hold it all the way back to Hillsboro."
"Try," Munson mumbled as he sped out of the drive-in.
I noticed that Tina didn't say anything but I could tell that she was pissed so I spoke up on her behalf.
"Why are you such an asshole?" I complained. "Leaving a movie early is like leaving a baseball game before the last out. I don't leave until the credits are over."
"Yeah, well you're a geek too only you'll never get the blonde," Munson replied.
"I really have to go!" Marilyn practically sobbed.
We had only gone a few miles down the road and Munson was taking one the back roads (also to "avoid traffic") which only made the trip home longer.
"Marilyn got one of those jumbo sodas at intermission," I explained.
"I drank too much of it," Marilyn muttered.
"You can make it," Munson predicted from the front seat.
"No I can't!" Marilyn wailed. "Is there a gas station or something on this road?"
"Nope," Munson replied with cruel amusement while looking at her in the rear view mirror. "Guess you're screwed!"
"I need to pee and I can't hold it any longer," Marilyn sobbed. "Pull over!"
"What if I don't want to?" Munson asked with an evil laugh tossed in.
"Come on, Barry, let her go." Tina spoke for the first time since leaving the drive in.
"Oh, for Christ sakes," Munson complained with annoyance. "Stopping defeats the reason for leaving early in the first place."
"Stop the car!" Marilyn screamed.
Munson cursed under his breath but he slowed the car and pulled off onto a dirt road that abruptly ended twenty yards into the woods. "Okay, so go," he grumbled.
Marilyn tentatively looked out the window into the dark forest. "But what if there's a bear or something?"
"There's no bear," Munson moaned.
"What about a skunk or coyote or something?" Marilyn worried.
"Do you have to piss or don't you?" Munson demanded.
"Tina, come with me," Marilyn pleaded.
"What, so the bear can attack her too?" I don't know why I decided to be a jerk too at that moment but I guess I thought some humor might lighten up the situation and keep me on Munson's good side.
"There's no bear!" Munson yelled. "Go piss, Damn it!"
Marilyn climbed out of the car and Tina slipped out from the front passenger's seat.
"Turn off the lights," Tina instructed Munson. "She can go in the clearing ahead."
"Out in the open?" Marilyn asked.
"You want to go into those black woods?" Tina wanted to know. "It's dark. Nobody will see you."
The two girls disappeared into the dark and I sat in the backseat squinting to see if I could still see them. I couldn't but then I heard Munson laugh.
"Watch this!" He said and all of a sudden he turned on the car lights and that's when I saw something I was supposed to see.
Marilyn was squatting with her jeans down around her ankles facing us directly in the beams of the car headlights and I could see her golden pee sparkle as it came out of her. Tina was standing off to the side and she glared at the car giving us a death stare. Marilyn screamed in horror and even though the entire incident only lasted for a second or two before Munson killed the lights, I saw everything. Her pubic hair, her open vagina, even her clit and the worse part about it was I couldn't bring myself to look away. The sight of Marilyn squatting with her legs wide open taking a leak was one of the most surreal things I'd seen in my life.
"Oops," Munson said as he killed the lights but it was too late.
"You son of a bitch!" I heard Marilyn yell in the dark. "You sick bastards!"
I felt embarrassment and shame for the violation but it was really on Munson not me. I had nothing to do with what happened except that I was an unfortunate witness to the humiliation. I couldn't deny I had seen her peeing and that I had viewed her exposed privates. I should have looked away but I didn't. Really, it was guilt by association because I happened to be in the car. I didn't tell Munson to turn the lights on.
Marilyn was yelling and wailing as she approached the car and it looked like something from a horror movie when her face appeared in the side window of Munson's door.
"I'm going to kill you, you god damn fucking asshole!"
Marilyn looked deranged as she threw open the door and started smacking Munson in the head. Tina tried to stop her but it was too late because Munson lost his temper and he jumped out of the car, pushing Marilyn onto her ass as she crumbled to the ground.
"Stop punching me!" He warned. "That hurt, you psycho!"
"How could you do that to her?" Tina asked angrily. "That was so perverted, disgusting and sick."
"I didn't think I'd catch her in the act," Munson admitted. "I was hoping for a butt shot at best. But just get over it, alright?"
"Fuck you!" Marilyn screamed. "You vulgar sick fuck. You rat bastard asshole cocksucker. You maggot."
She tried kicking him in the balls with her feet from her prone position on the ground but Munson moved away to avoid the blows. I never heard Marilyn use such vile words before and I had never seen her looking so angry and horrified either.
"Just shut the fuck up and get in the car," Munson screamed, obviously having had enough of the hysterics.
"Fuck you!" Marilyn screamed. "I'm walking home. I never want to see either of you bastards again."
"I didn't do anything!" I protested defensively. "What are you blaming me for?"
"You're not walking home you crazy bitch," Munson called out. He turned to Tina. "Go get her," he said.
"Maybe I'll walk home with her," Tina said with disgust as she chased after Marilyn.
"Fine," Munson yelled before getting into the car, starting the engine, turning on the lights, and doing a fish tail as he swerved the car around and sped past the two girls as they walked down the dirt road toward the main road.
"We can't leave them out here," I said from the back seat. "Something could happen to them."
"I don't give a shit," Munson replied. "That chick is wacked."
We reached the main road and Munson laid down some rubber as he sped the car onto the pavement.
"What about Tina?" I asked. "You can't leave her out here."
"To hell with her too," Munson said angrily.
"She's my sister, Munson," I said. "You'd better dump me out too if you're really leaving them out here."
"God damn it!" He yelled before stomping his feet on the brakes and skidding the car to a stop as it did a 180 in the road. "You're all fucking nuts."
"You're the asshole who turned the lights on," I reminded him.
"Fuck you if you can't take a joke," he muttered as he drove the car back toward the dirt road.
Tina and Marilyn had just emerged from the dirt road. Tina was holding Marilyn who was sobbing.
"What is wrong with that broad?" Munson complained. "So we saw her pussy? So what?"
"I would have been pretty embarrassed if they saw me taking a piss," I reasoned.
"Then you're a wimp too," Munson replied as he turned the car around so the passenger side of the vehicle was facing the girls. "Just get in the car and we can all go home," he told them through the opened window.
Tina whispered something to Marilyn who nodded. Tina opened the back door on my side and I moved across the seat to allow Marilyn all the room she needed. She looked terrible as she climbed into the car, refusing to look at me as she sat with her arms folded across her chest and stared out the other side of the car.
Tina silently got in the front and nobody said a word as Munson drove us home. I wanted to apologize for what happened but I figured it was better not to say anything. I could see the tears shining on Marilyn's cheek and she was literally shaking as she sat in the seat as far away from me as possible. I felt like I was accused of murder or something.
Munson dropped Marilyn off first in front of her house. She didn't say a word as she climbed out of the car, but she slammed the door as hard as she could and then she started kicking the car with her foot until Munson sped off.
"Crazy bitch," he grumbled but Tina didn't say anything in response.
I knew Marilyn wasn't in the least bit crazy and I didn't blame her for being pissed off. I just wish she didn't wasn't mad at me for something Munson did. Tina and I lived practically around the corner from Marilyn so we were home a moment later. I started to get out of the car figuring Tina and Munson would have their private good night but Tina was out of the car before I was.
"Hey!" Munson protested. "Aren't we going to talk?"
"No," Tina said, seething as she stared through the window. "I can't believe what an immature creep you really are."
"Oh come on Tina," Munson grumbled. "It was an accident."
"It was totally intentional and completely inexcusable," Tina rebutted. "And I'll never forgive you for it."
She started walking up the front walk and I subtly followed but then Munson jumped out of the car.
"Wait a minute!" He yelled. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying it's over, you asshole," Tina said, turning and giving him the finger. "I never want to see you again."
"Oh, come on, Tina," Munson complained. "Don't you think you're overacting just a little?"
"That could have been me you saw!" She complained.
"Yeah? So what if it was?" Munson was dumb enough to reply.
She shook her head. "You're so pathetic. It's over, you dickhead."
"Fine! Good!" Munson climbed back into the car and sped off with burning rubber left behind.
I suppose the one good result of the unfortunate night was that Munson was now history. I always thought he was an asshole and I was happy that Tina had finally come to her senses and dumped the loser.
"I'm sorry for Marilyn," I told Tina as we entered the house.
"Let's not talk about it, Gerry," Tina replied with a sigh.
I had a hard time sleeping that night as images of Marilyn peeing kept flashing through my mind. I had never seen any girl so intimately or vulnerable before and as embarrassed and ashamed as I felt for violating her boundaries and privacy, I couldn't deny that I was strangely feeling sexually aroused about Marilyn for the first time ever.
I didn't see much of Marilyn after that bizarre night. She avoided me for obvious reasons around school and she didn't come over to the house anymore either. Tina didn't want to talk about it whenever I tried to bring the incident up, as if it was some sort of taboo unspeakable event that we should never mention again. I was hoping Tina would apologize to Marilyn for me but she refused to let me address the subject.
I felt even more shame, regret, guilt and sorrow about what happened to Marilyn as time went on but there really wasn't anything I could about it. What was done was done. I had seen her pissing and I had seen her privates and I suppose Munson had been right in his own dumb way: we all just had to get over it.
I finally bumped into Marilyn totally by chance several weeks later. My shift at Fontaine's Family Grocery Store was cancelled unexpectedly due to a scheduling snafu so when I walked through the front door at home there sat Marilyn on the living room couch doing some home work while waiting for Tina who was late getting home from school.
Marilyn looked horrified when she glanced up and saw me standing in the doorway. I couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked but I could tell that she was still humiliated and upset about what happened.
"I thought you were working," she mumbled unhappily, keeping her eyes down.
"I'm supposed to be," I acknowledged. "Sorry."
She glanced away, refusing to look at me.
"I'm sorry about what happened," I offered with sincerity.
"Please don't talk about it," Marilyn replied, still not looking at me.
"All I want to say is….." I began but she cut me off by holding her hand up and clearing her throat.
"Please, Gerry, don't," she pleaded.
"Okay." I sighed with disappointed defeat and I went up to my room to leave her in peace.
I was surprised when Marilyn sheepishly appeared in my doorway a few minutes later. She was looking beyond me and out the bedroom window.
"I'm sorry that asshole Munson did that to you," I said with sorrow in my voice. "I'm sorry I…" My voice trailed off and I felt humiliated for her and for myself too.
"There's nothing to say." Her voice broke.
"Just please know that I'm really really sorry," I said.
"Okay." Her voice was hurt, sad, and beaten.
"Munson was a bastard."
"Don't you think I know that!?"
"I didn't know he was going to do that." I looked at her with sincerity.
"Neither did I," she sighed, her voice shaking.
"There's no excuse for what he did."
Marilyn stared at me. "I guess I'll have to forgive you."
"I didn't do anything," I protested.
"You were there." Her voice was bitter.
"I had a nice time with you at the drive-in," I offered hopefully.
"I wish I had never gone," she sighed heavily.
"I understand, Marilyn," I said, trying not to sound hurt. "But please know that this is killing me."
"How do you think I feel?" She said impatiently.
Her eyes began tearing up. She looked as if she was dying inside and she couldn't hide her pain. Munson's violation had been unbearable and I was a reminder of that humiliation.
I took a few steps toward her. "Marilyn?"
She quickly wiped her tears away. "Just never mind," she insisted.
"Marilyn?" I was surprised by the sudden urge I felt to kiss her. "I hope you won't hate me forever."
"I don't hate you," she sighed. "I hate Munson."
I stepped closer, so close that our noses were almost touching. "I really enjoyed being with you that night," I told her.
"It wasn't a date, Gerry," she reminded me.
"I know." I paused for a moment. Then, I couldn't help but whisper: "But I wish it was."
Marilyn gave me a long look and I leaned forward but she put her other hand on my chest to stop me.
"I can't like you," she informed me.
"Why not?" I asked desperately.
We stood frozen in the room staring at each other before Marilyn finally sighed. "Because of what happened," she revealed. "You weren't supposed to see what you saw."
I didn't know how to reply to that so we continued to stand there dumbly until she finally turned to leave but then she hesitated, turned back to face me and in a single motion she wrapped her arms around my neck, staring deep into my eyes with such a look of vulnerability that I wanted to hug her for dear life so that's exactly what I did. I wrapped my warms around her waist and squeezed her close and I held onto her for the longest time, running my hands through her long dark silky hair while listening to her quietly whimper against my chest.
When we finally drew apart, I was surprised to see that Marilyn had a slight smile on her lips.
"I didn't think I'd ever be able to face you again," she confessed.
I nodded with understanding but I didn't say anything as I stared into the sorrowful look in her eyes.
"I didn't want to deal with it," she said. "I wish it never happened. And if I could erase you from my existence, all the better."
"I'm sorry for what happened but unless you're going to dump Tina too and change schools, I'm going to be around," I said.
"I know." She choked a little on her emotions. "And I know I have to accept that and deal with the reality of what you saw."
Once again, silence descended upon us with an uncomfortable awkwardness so I cupped her cheek and leaned in to kiss her forehead. Just then, the front door opened – Tina was finally home.
"I'll see you," Marilyn whispered before bolting from my room.
Marilyn and I didn't become an item but we did remain friends although that night was never mentioned again. We talked at school and hung out (mostly as a trio) when Marilyn was at our house with Tina. Once, we went to a Serguci League Game at Beano Field together to watch her brother play for the Browns. Another time I met her for lunch at Johnny C's.
Then we graduated from high school and went off to different colleges and I didn't see a whole lot of Marilyn except when she and Tina were home visiting from school and sometimes in the summer, although she went abroad for one summer and I stayed at college and worked another summer.
It wasn't until Tina's wedding happened about six years later that Marilyn and I had a chance to really connect again. We were both involved in the wedding, of course – she as the Maid of Honor and me as one of groom's sidekicks. Marilyn and I spent a lot of time together helping Tina with the final arrangements for the wedding and reception, running errands, taking on some responsibilities, practicing for the wedding, and participating in the rehearsal dinner.
Weddings are full of love, happiness and joy and Marilyn was almost as excited as Tina who was marrying the Anti-Munson perfect guy she met in college, smart and talented good looking, funny, goal orientated go-getter who was madly in love with my sister.
The wedding was a total tearjerker and I was happy to see Tina so very happy. Marilyn and I sat next to each other at the wedding party table at the reception held in the backyard of my parent's house. Marilyn made a wonderful speech about her best friend the bride and when the dancing began it seemed Marilyn and I were on the floor under the big tent for every dance.
Marilyn looked sexy as hell in her long purple silk Maid of Honor dress. She had cut her hair to her shoulders but it was still dark and thick. She had fabulous legs and a noticeable rump and her breasts were teased beautifully in the low cut top of the dress. A huge ear to ear smile on her face had yet to disappear from the moment I first saw her that morning.
We had a blast dancing together and I couldn't help but watch as Marilyn's body swayed seductively to the beat of the music, but it was the smile that she kept giving me that made me melt. Gone were the horror, pain, hurt, humiliation and vacant look from the night when Munson exposed her. Now Marilyn looked like she didn't have a care in the world and that she was the happiest person at the reception not counting my sister. I was pretty sure Marilyn was the prettiest girl there not counting the bride!
We continued dancing to almost every number and I watched Marilyn with appreciation and fondness. After all these years, here we were having a wonderful time without a care in the world, celebrating my sister's marriage with a mutual happiness of our own. I was thrilled to be spending so much meaningful quality time with Marilyn given our rocky history thanks to Munson's stupidity.
When the DJ switched to a slow love song, I started to leave the dance floor but Marilyn grabbed my hand and indicated that she wanted me to stay. She put her head on my chest and we swayed slowly to the music.
"This has been the best day of my life," I told her as I kissed her hair
"Me too," she said happily.
The newlyweds finally decided to head off to start their honeymoon and we waved them off with hugs and kisses. Marilyn and I hung around until the end of the reception, visiting with various friends and family. When the event had finally dwindled down to the last few, I gave Marilyn a ride home to her apartment in Greenville since she had come to the reception in the bride's limo. We were buzzed but not drunk although we were definitely on an emotional high of happiness after such a lovely and important day.
"Would you like to come in?" Marilyn asked when we arrived at her apartment building.
"I'll walk you in," I said diplomatically so I could stay neutral with no expectations.
We arrived at the door to her apartment and I watched her unlock it.
"Why don't you come in?" She said warmly when she opened the door.
"Okay," I agreed, not wanting the wonderful day to end.
I stepped into the apartment and as soon as Marilyn closed the door behind me she pulled me into her arms and laid the most fantastic kiss on my lips I could recall ever getting. She pulled herself tight against my body and she continued to kiss me with passion. We played battling tongues and I wasn't quite sure if any of this was real as we made out like we were long time lovers instead of uncomfortable friends ever since that night after the drive-in movies.
We finally broke the kiss and then we stared into each other's eyes just like we did that long ago day in my bedroom.
"I really need to get out of this dress," she said as she kicked her shoes across the room.
I assumed she was going to go into the bedroom and change but instead she turned and asked me to unzip the back for her. I did and she let the dress fall down her hips to reveal her tan lacy bra and panties.
She turned and faced me again. "The thing that upset me the most was that you would always think of me squatting like that," she said, as if we were continuing a conversation from six seconds ago instead of six years ago. "You weren't supposed to see what you saw."
"I know," I assured her, although I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the image had stayed with me because it wasn't something a guy saw every day, especially as a seventeen year old novice.
She reached up and removed her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "I'd much rather you think of me like this," she said softly.
"You mean sexy and desirable? I smiled. "Beautiful and lovely?"
She pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them and all of a sudden she was nude before me. "Can you think of me like this now instead of like before?"
"Wow," was all I could think to say.
Here was the most fabulous looking Maid of Honor I had ever known standing naked in front of me. She smiled and moved in close for another kiss. I cupped her ass and pulled her close. We made out for a while until she broke the kiss and took my hand, leading me into her bedroom without saying a word. I quickly undressed while Marilyn lay down on the bed but she was looking at me with a funny look on her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, picking up on her uncomfortable reaction.
"I'm afraid to spread my legs," she admitted and I noticed her eyes watering up.
"Has this been an issue for you before?" I asked with concern.
She nodded her head yes as a tear fell from her eye. "I had to go to therapy over it," she admitted.
"Because of that night," I realized.
She nodded again as she wiped some tears from her eyes.
"Oh, Marilyn, I'm so sorry," I sighed as I knelt on the bed by her feet and stared into her eyes. "But look, now you see me."
"You're not pissing," she mumbled.
"Do you want me to?" I joked and she rolled her eyes.
"This is serious stuff, Gerry," she groaned. "I couldn't get naked in front of a guy for a long time. I wouldn't let anybody perform oral sex on me. Even today I still have issues using a public bathroom."
"I'm really sorry about all of that, Marilyn," I said with sincerity. "You didn't deserve the grief and humiliation and all the problems that came from that awful night."
"I still want to kill that asshole Munson sometimes," she confessed.
"I don't blame you," I replied. "I wanted to kill him that night too."
"But not now?" she asked. I noticed she had crossed her legs at the ankles but I could still see her pubic hair.
"It doesn't matter anymore, Marilyn," I said gently. "We're here together now, like this, and its okay. We had a wonderful day together and you must have gotten naked now for a reason, right?"
She nodded affirmatively. "I want you to think I'm sexy and womanly and not some dog pissing in the woods."
"I never thought that," I said, rubbing her ankles.
We stared at each other for the longest time and slowly I lifted her ankle off the other one and I gently and carefully spread her legs apart. She didn't resist so I knelt between her legs and started to slowly and lightly tickle her inner thighs, slowly making my way up until I reached the apex of her thighs. She watched me nervously as if she was a patient in the dental chair unsure of what to expect next. I gently leaned over and started to lick her puffy pink lips and she dropped her head back on the pillow.
"It's okay," I told her.
Marilyn started squirming and moaning which I took as a good (therapeutic) sign and I found her clit with my tongue and began to caress it softly. Her moans became louder and I was able to bring her to climax with my tongue and I was happy to see her finally enjoying herself.
"Let go, Marilyn," I advised. "Be in the moment. Let it feel good."
She finally yelped when her orgasm overtook her and I could feel her legs shake as she almost kneed me in the side of the head as she thrashed about on the bed.
"Oh My God!" She marveled when she was done with her reaction. "That's never happened to me before!"
"Really?" I said with surprise.
She burst into tears and sat up, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Oh Gerry, only you could make it happen. Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome," I replied, not knowing what else to say but if I had helped Marilyn overcome her trauma and be able to finally succeed with oral sex, the night was already a success.
"Would you make love to me?" She whispered into my ear.
"Yes," I said as she lay back on the bed.
I moved between her legs and entered her, amazed at how soaking wet she already was. We started a slow easy rhythm that felt right and natural and comfortable and after a couple of minutes she rolled us over and she was on top. The huge smile on her face let me know that everything was okay. I reached up and caressed both of her firm full breasts as she picked up the pace and soon she was cumming again which sort of surprised me given what she had told me.
"Oh My God, I don't believe this!" She said through her sobs. "I've never reacted to sex like this before. It's a whole new experience! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
My hands found their way to her buns which I squeezed gently as I began a hard fast thrusting into her. Marilyn was moaning again and thrusting in perfect time with me. I was getting close to my orgasm and I asked her if it was okay to do it inside of her.
"I'm on the pill for my acne and menstrual cycles," she informed me. "I don't have sex a lot thanks to that asshole Munson."
After a few more thrusts I exploded inside of her and she screamed out with delight.
"Gerry, I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrr rrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeddddddd dd!" She laughed.
She collapsed on top of me and I kissed her forehead and rubbed her back and rear and after a while she fell off of me and lay next to me with her head on my chest. I toyed with a lock of her hair as I tried to comprehend the enormity of the situation
"Sex has sucked for so long for me," Marilyn revealed. "But tonight…"
I took her hand and lifted it to my lips, kissing it.
"I never thought I'd have mind blowing sex like this ever," she said with amazement. "I've been frigid and cold and uninterested and afraid all this time."
We were quiet for a few moments as our breathing returned to normal. I continued playing with her hair while she nestled against me.
"How long before you're ready for more," she asked with a grin.
"I'll always be ready for you," I assured her.
There was silence for a long time and I thought Marilyn had fallen asleep but then she lifted her head up and looked me in the eyes. "It was a great day, wasn't it?" She smiled.