Chapter 9: …planning to take me to a doctor to confirm my virginity.”
“Well, I’d say my mother is planning to take me to a doctor to confirm my virginity.” As serious as I tried to sound when I responded to his question, there was an edge of humor that made us laugh over the possibility of the scenario being true.
A commotion in the driveway signaled that the snowplows were clearing the highway. The sun was shining and the outdoors looked like a winter wonderland. Snow drifts were piled up against the buildings like heaps of marshmallow. Icicles hung from the eaves, sparkling like crystals as they caught the sun’s rays. It was a beautiful morning!
Lazily we drank the coffee remaining in the thermos and took one last quick shower together. It had been a wonderful weekend. “Too bad it stopped snowing…” I thought.
Bob went out to start the car and warm the engine. He was hoping there was enough anti-freeze in the radiator to keep it from freezing during the night.
While he took care of the car, I looked around the room and snapped the two remaining films in the camera. I’d have prints made for Bob so that he would never forget our honeymoon hotel.
I checked around the room to be sure we left nothing behind. In the drawer of the night table were two unopened packages of condoms. Condoms, of all things! That was the only drawer left unchecked when we arrived….I stood frozen for a second, staring at my discovery. Ideally, Bob came equipped with those issued by the army. After all, I was a virgin, not the kind of girl to come equipped with a custom-made diaphragm like Penny Parker. Anyway, it was too late to bring up the subject, and discussing it could spoil our wonderful weekend….so, I quietly closed the drawer, turned around and slowly walked out, locking the door behind me.
The journey down the mountain was slow and tedious as we followed the snowplow. Luckily, Bob had clamped on two tire chains, , which kept us from sliding or spinning around on the slick highway. After a long two hours, we stopped at a ski lodge for coffee.
Despite the stressful driving and weather conditions, we were relaxed and starved. Bob ordered the house special breakfast, but I wanted a hamburger with grilled onions. Instead of the waitress serving us, the chef brought the order to our table because he just had to meet the person who would eat a hamburger with onions for breakfast. He introduced himself, shook our hands and asked if we were newlyweds.
Bob gave him his best smile and replied, “That’s a good guess.”
More tomorrow: …love you and wish we could be married.
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