Randy managed to avoid Spot for about a week. She wouldn't tell anyone
about what had happened that night, except for David. He advised her to
talk about it with Spot, but that was something she just really did not
want to do. She knew she couldn't avoid him forever, but for the time
being, that was her plan.
As she was strolling down the street one day, carrying her papes in one hand and letting the other swing freely at her side, she was yanked into an alley way and pushed not at all painfully against the brick wall. Just as she was about to retaliate on this surprisingly gentle attacker, she looked and saw that it was Spot.
"Spot. . . .what are you doing? she asked, even though she knew very well why he was here.
"Randy, you can't just run away from me. You need to tell me what I did!" he said firmly, still holding her against the wall.
"Look, Spot," she started softly, "I -I don't have sex, and I'm not going to. No one can change my mind. I'm not going to have sex until I'm married. So, I think we should stop seeing each other." she lowered her head and looked down at their shoes. "You're better off wit dose udder goils dat can really please you. I'm not like dem, so, you know, we just wouldn't be right together." she finished softly, not like her at all.
Spot took her chin very gently in his hand and softly lifted up her head till it was level with his. "Randy, you've given me something none of dose udder goils ever could . . . love. I'll wait for yous till da end of time If Ise have to." He slipped his hand behind the gentle slope of her neck and touched his lips to hers gently. Then he added more power and she wrapped her arms around him and they kissed passionately, their tongues and mouths saying words that could not be said aloud.
Then, they pulled apart about a centimeter, and just stayed in each other's arms for a long time. "Do you want me to keep this whole you-not-having-sex thing a secret?" Spot asked quietly.
"No." she replied. "I'm not at all ashamed of the way I am. I have morals, and I am proud that I am strong enough to stick by them. But if you're embarrassed because people will think that "The Great Spot Conlon" can't get a goil, then I won't say anything. Although, David's probably already opened his big mouth and told every one, so."
"Its ok." said Spot, chuckling. "I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable around people if they knew." he said, playing with a lock of her hair.
She looked into his mesmerizing blue-gray eyes. "I love you, Spot Conlon." she said, very softly.
Spot was surprised; he couldn't believe what she had just said to him. "I love you to, Randy Peterson."
"When did you find out my last name?" asked Randy, a little shocked.
"I, uh, well, I found out by asking around, yous know." Spot said a little sheepishly. "In fact, yous can ask the fellas, I searched around for quite awhile."
"Oh, and did you find anything else out." Randy teased.
"Well, no, except dat your favorite color is meadow light."
Randy laughed lightly, and then suddenly she pulled away and scooped up her papers. "Spot!" she yelped, "I haven't finished selling! I have to go, but . . . . . I mean, if you weren't too busy you could stop by after dinner on the porch." she said awkwardly.
"I don't know Randy. I got a lot of stuff tos do, and Ise can't be making trips to Manhattan willy nilly."
"I understand." she said quickly. "I'll see yous..later than." and with that she darted away.
"Don't I get a kiss good-bye?!?!" he called after her, laughing, and then trudged off towards Brooklyn.
As she was strolling down the street one day, carrying her papes in one hand and letting the other swing freely at her side, she was yanked into an alley way and pushed not at all painfully against the brick wall. Just as she was about to retaliate on this surprisingly gentle attacker, she looked and saw that it was Spot.
"Spot. . . .what are you doing? she asked, even though she knew very well why he was here.
"Randy, you can't just run away from me. You need to tell me what I did!" he said firmly, still holding her against the wall.
"Look, Spot," she started softly, "I -I don't have sex, and I'm not going to. No one can change my mind. I'm not going to have sex until I'm married. So, I think we should stop seeing each other." she lowered her head and looked down at their shoes. "You're better off wit dose udder goils dat can really please you. I'm not like dem, so, you know, we just wouldn't be right together." she finished softly, not like her at all.
Spot took her chin very gently in his hand and softly lifted up her head till it was level with his. "Randy, you've given me something none of dose udder goils ever could . . . love. I'll wait for yous till da end of time If Ise have to." He slipped his hand behind the gentle slope of her neck and touched his lips to hers gently. Then he added more power and she wrapped her arms around him and they kissed passionately, their tongues and mouths saying words that could not be said aloud.
Then, they pulled apart about a centimeter, and just stayed in each other's arms for a long time. "Do you want me to keep this whole you-not-having-sex thing a secret?" Spot asked quietly.
"No." she replied. "I'm not at all ashamed of the way I am. I have morals, and I am proud that I am strong enough to stick by them. But if you're embarrassed because people will think that "The Great Spot Conlon" can't get a goil, then I won't say anything. Although, David's probably already opened his big mouth and told every one, so."
"Its ok." said Spot, chuckling. "I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable around people if they knew." he said, playing with a lock of her hair.
She looked into his mesmerizing blue-gray eyes. "I love you, Spot Conlon." she said, very softly.
Spot was surprised; he couldn't believe what she had just said to him. "I love you to, Randy Peterson."
"When did you find out my last name?" asked Randy, a little shocked.
"I, uh, well, I found out by asking around, yous know." Spot said a little sheepishly. "In fact, yous can ask the fellas, I searched around for quite awhile."
"Oh, and did you find anything else out." Randy teased.
"Well, no, except dat your favorite color is meadow light."
Randy laughed lightly, and then suddenly she pulled away and scooped up her papers. "Spot!" she yelped, "I haven't finished selling! I have to go, but . . . . . I mean, if you weren't too busy you could stop by after dinner on the porch." she said awkwardly.
"I don't know Randy. I got a lot of stuff tos do, and Ise can't be making trips to Manhattan willy nilly."
"I understand." she said quickly. "I'll see yous..later than." and with that she darted away.
"Don't I get a kiss good-bye?!?!" he called after her, laughing, and then trudged off towards Brooklyn.