Katie and I had gotten together more times than I can remember since she responded to my craigslist ad some four months earlier. I hosted her in my home once, returning the favor she had done for me in hers. She wrote a fine little poem about wanting to be a mouse in my backyard, drinking water from my rain barrels and so on. She sent me another poem about seeing me — actually someone who resembled me — in a renowned local restaurant as she dined with her husband and their two sons: “I Thought I Saw You at xxxx”. It was not her best work but meant something to me and contained the line, “I want you, and all I can say is I want you.” I wanted her too and we were having plenty of each other. She was insatiable and I was only a little behind her.
We met a time or two in my office, once inside a big Dodge Ram van on the rooftop of the parking garage as the sun set over the hills, and a few times in a hotel. The sex was grand.