When I first met Karen I was in awe.

She was a five-foot-seven, 26-year-old, 115-pound beauty with a great body. She was dating someone else at the time, but that did not deter her from jumping into my lap at every opportunity to tease her boyfriend and turn me on like a nuclear reactor. I always needed a cold shower after being around her, and decided the less I saw of Karen, the better off I’d be.

About a year later, Karen called to tell me she’d just broken up with her boyfriend. I was happy to hear from her, but it took another year of sporadic phone calls and dates before she felt comfortable around me again. Apparently, that level of ease arrived this past weekend. We drove to Miami to spend the day. We shopped for a while, then decided to take a one-hour cruise around the inlet.

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