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Meryl wanted to meet you by the dock.
It's pretty chilly and cold outside, with deep grey rain clouds, but you show up regardless, and try to compose yourself. You're a little disappointed, because she's still not in her swimsuit, but then again, it's something like fifty degrees out and threatening to pour any second. A raincoat and black jeans, with a high-collar shirt. Always conservative clothing with her, no matter the situation. She once showed up to a water park in a full rash guard, which, while it hugged her curves nicely, didn't show any skin. While it's been speculated that she was abused as a child, there's never been any proof of it, and she insists she's just shy.
Shy's not a word you'd use to describe a woman who invited you to stay with her. In a beachside hotel room. For just the two of you. For a week. You have no damn idea how her parents approved it, but this is supposed to be her graduation gift. A Bachelor's in Biology, though based on how she's been acting around you lately, she wants to drop the 'bachelor' and keep the biology. You've kissed, but never gotten past heavy petting. Way too early to buy a ring, for certain- you've known her for maybe 9 months. Despite that, she's definitely a catch: Quick-witted, pretty, and academically excellent. And fit, though you've never seen her work out.
<span class="mu-b">"Pretty awful weather, isn't it?"</span> Meryl brings her hood up over her hair and smiles apologetically. <span class="mu-b">"Maybe I should have asked you to a restaurant, but I wanted... I wanted this to be in private."</span> Clasping her hands together, she stares into your eyes with perfect sincerity. <span class="mu-b">"Alex, I need to go home soon. I have maybe a month. I'd like you to come with me."</span>
Your blood runs cold as you realize her meaning. Is she proposing to you? <span class="mu-g">That's a bit quick, isn't it?</span>
<span class="mu-b">"I have a pretty good read on you,"</span> she giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. <span class="mu-b">"Plus, I'm saving myself for marriage, so if you want me to take this off, you can't say no."</span> Her hand moves to her chest, and she gets a coy, flirtatious gesture going. She's a redhead with a great body, that's for sure. You're not exactly a short guy, clocking in at six foot four, but for a woman, she's extra tall, almost five foot ten, and surprisingly stacked front and back. The whole package, as they say.
<span class="mu-g">Now, that's just not fair.</span> Putting the obvious lure aside... If you say no, what does she expect you to do, rent a hotel on no notice, or sleep in your car? Hopefully she just insists you sleep in the two beds separately.
Meryl looks at you with her aqua eyes, begging for an answer.
>"I can't. That's too much, too fast."
>"You never told me where you lived. Is it nearby?"
>"You're too good to let pass up. Fine."
>"...Can you give me until the end of the month to give you an answer?"
>"No, but only on the grounds that I should be the one proposing marriage."
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It's pretty chilly and cold outside, with deep grey rain clouds, but you show up regardless, and try to compose yourself. You're a little disappointed, because she's still not in her swimsuit, but then again, it's something like fifty degrees out and threatening to pour any second. A raincoat and black jeans, with a high-collar shirt. Always conservative clothing with her, no matter the situation. She once showed up to a water park in a full rash guard, which, while it hugged her curves nicely, didn't show any skin. While it's been speculated that she was abused as a child, there's never been any proof of it, and she insists she's just shy.
Shy's not a word you'd use to describe a woman who invited you to stay with her. In a beachside hotel room. For just the two of you. For a week. You have no damn idea how her parents approved it, but this is supposed to be her graduation gift. A Bachelor's in Biology, though based on how she's been acting around you lately, she wants to drop the 'bachelor' and keep the biology. You've kissed, but never gotten past heavy petting. Way too early to buy a ring, for certain- you've known her for maybe 9 months. Despite that, she's definitely a catch: Quick-witted, pretty, and academically excellent. And fit, though you've never seen her work out.
<span class="mu-b">"Pretty awful weather, isn't it?"</span> Meryl brings her hood up over her hair and smiles apologetically. <span class="mu-b">"Maybe I should have asked you to a restaurant, but I wanted... I wanted this to be in private."</span> Clasping her hands together, she stares into your eyes with perfect sincerity. <span class="mu-b">"Alex, I need to go home soon. I have maybe a month. I'd like you to come with me."</span>
Your blood runs cold as you realize her meaning. Is she proposing to you? <span class="mu-g">That's a bit quick, isn't it?</span>
<span class="mu-b">"I have a pretty good read on you,"</span> she giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. <span class="mu-b">"Plus, I'm saving myself for marriage, so if you want me to take this off, you can't say no."</span> Her hand moves to her chest, and she gets a coy, flirtatious gesture going. She's a redhead with a great body, that's for sure. You're not exactly a short guy, clocking in at six foot four, but for a woman, she's extra tall, almost five foot ten, and surprisingly stacked front and back. The whole package, as they say.
<span class="mu-g">Now, that's just not fair.</span> Putting the obvious lure aside... If you say no, what does she expect you to do, rent a hotel on no notice, or sleep in your car? Hopefully she just insists you sleep in the two beds separately.
Meryl looks at you with her aqua eyes, begging for an answer.
>"I can't. That's too much, too fast."
>"You never told me where you lived. Is it nearby?"
>"You're too good to let pass up. Fine."
>"...Can you give me until the end of the month to give you an answer?"
>"No, but only on the grounds that I should be the one proposing marriage."
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