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I
enjoy thinking about my love affair and how it began.
It was about six years ago
on a sunny, warm day in February. I heard what I thought were pleas for
help coming from around the corner of the building where I was working.
Working at a grammar school, my job that day was to install new windows
the south side of the classroom, but an urgent calling from somewhere
near the rear of the building distracted me from my work.
I remember following the sounds, strange as they were, around to the
back of the building, near the big laurel trees. That's when I saw her.
She was very still, almost statue like. Blonde, golden hair dripped like
honey on her soft shoulders. She was a vision of pure beauty. Perhaps
she wore a bit too much makeup, a little too much on her rosy cheeks,
but I didn't care. I was immediately attracted and even more so because
she needed help badly.
I called out to her, but she never spoke. Perhaps she was hurt? I was
unable to see what her problem was from the view I had of her. She
seemed reclusive yet wanted me to come closer, almost taunting me. It
was clear she wanted no quick moves. As I approached cautiously, I could
see she was desperate. She wore no shoes, and was somewhat disheveled.
What was I do to? After all, I was a happily married man. What would
my wife think of this? Should I rescue a damsel in distress? I gave it
only a slight bit of thought knowing my wife was an open-minded woman.
Surely, she would understand this situation.
She was just so
lovely and looked so helpless. What was I to do? I simply couldn't walk
away and leave her. She appeared waif-life and lost, and with those dark
eyes looking straight into mine, I melted. Extending my hand to her, she
obliged. That was the beginning of my love affair; one that is so deep
in my heart now that it brings tears to my eyes.
She waited for me in my pickup truck while I cleaned up the job I'd been
doing. I mulled it over and over whether or not to take her somewhere
for safety or forewarn my wife that I was bringing someone home. Getting
my courage up, I finally picked up the phone and called home.
"Hello ?" she answered.
"Hi honey. I'm
bringing a guest home and wanted to let you know."
I could tell by her
tone, she wasn't too thrilled with the news of a surprise guest. "I'll
have to go to the store if that's the case," she said over the
telephone. "I hadn't really planned on having anyone tonight."
"Don't worry dear, just do what you have to. Things will all work out."
That was my stock answer whenever we had any sort of disruptions in our
house. This was to be a bit more than just a disruption, however.
As I drove home, she moved closer and closer. I really began feeling
uneasy as she rested on my shoulder. She didn't say much, if fact she
didn't seem to want to talk at all. I asked her all sorts of questions
on the drive home, but in her state, I found her speech somewhat garbled
and difficult to understand. I continued to talk to her in a gentle way.
She was very distracting and I had to concentrate hard on my driving.
Once in awhile I tried to touch her to give her some comfort, but she
was very jumpy and pulled away immediately. I figured right then and
there that some guy had treated her badly, which was probably why she
was on the run. I thought if I was in her situation that I'd probably
take flight too.
When I got home my wife greeted us. I could see right away she was
surprised at my guest's beauty, Though my wife dyed her hair blonde, she
could see that my passenger's golden hair was naturally blonde with
lighter highlights. She wore it a little puffy on top, and maybe it
needed a bit of a trim in back, but it was none-the-less gorgeous.
I escorted her in the house and she took to it right away. She made
herself comfortable and had a little fresh water. Poor thing was
probably dehydrated. My wife was extremely accommodating to her though
the conversation was strained. No doubt she sensed my attraction to her.
I already had a nickname in mind and began referring to her as Peaches.
With those over-made-up cheeks, it seemed perfect.
Well, it's been many
years now since she came home with me. Every night she snuggles on my
shoulder and gives me little kisses. We don't kiss long, deep kisses,
just little love pecks. That way my wife is still happy and the three of
us can live together in harmony.
I worry sometimes about one thing. Last week Peaches began acting
strange. I described this unusual behavior of hers to an acquaintance
familiar with her sort. What he told me shocked me.
He said she was acting romantic because she wanted to have a baby.
Well, I guess you can't expect less. After all she is a fully mature
cockatiel.
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