I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t crazy for Margaret. We’d been friends and neighbors for most of our lives, and adulthood only made my intense feelings for her grow stronger.

Finally, fate smiled upon me. In fact, it was Margaret who made the first move. She invited me over for dinner and dessert, failing to mention she would be the final course.

I was thrilled by the turn of events, of course. When Margaret made her intentions clear, I scooped her up and laid her down right there on the kitchen counter. When you’ve waited your whole life to love a woman, there’s no time to bother taking things to the bedroom. No, that night there would be a feast, one way or the other.

Margaret was wearing this sexy ’50s-style dress with an apron slung around her hips. She looked... Read More