Dear Garrett..

My life felt like it was back on course now that I had my flying job back. In addition to flying a lot and spending my evenings at Nate’s with my aviation mentors and work colleagues, I managed to find time to enjoy some female companionship too.

As boys grow older they think a lot about what it would be like to be alone and fully intimate with a girl. I was under the impression that at age twenty I was more late than early to experience that great fortune?

In addition to being an owner in Watsonville Aviation Service, Mr. Carroll owned the Pajaro Valley Memorial Park. It was a stunningly beautiful cemetery in the foothills to the Santa Cruz mountains. Not only was the property beautiful but so was a pretty young girl who worked there.

I visited the cemetery occasionally and would see Marie there. One of my flying job responsibilities was to scatter cremains for the cemetery crematorium. I didn’t think much about seeing Marie other than noticing that she was a cute petite girl. Marie seemed to notice me more than I was accustomed to having a girl notice me. She seemed to smile and look at me a lot when I came into the cemetery office. At the time, I didn’t think anything about it other than that I could tell she was a nice girl.

On one trip to the cemetery, Marie stepped aside from her administrative area to speak with me. She asked me if I would like to come over to her place? Marie’s invitation surprised me. I simply answered yes without thinking anything in particular about what Marie might have in mind for our visit?

I arrived at Marie’s place at the appointed time. Marie lived in a nice garage apartment on East Lake Avenue in Watsonville. Marie welcomed me into her home. It was a small, warm and cozy place – clean and neat. I sat on the couch taking in the sites of Marie and her apartment for a few minutes when Marie asked me, “Would you like to see my new swimsuit?”

Gosh, I wasn’t expecting to have a front row seat to a private swimsuit viewing! This was a first ever for me! To make a longer story short, over the next hour, I not only got to see Marie with her bikini on but without her bikini on too!

I was glad that I got to be with Marie that night.  Her introduction into the special place a girl holds within herself for a boy was as wonderful as I had imagined it to be.  I felt a new unique sense of comfort as I left Marie’s apartment to go home following our evening together. I already liked the name, Marie. I liked it even more after that night alone with her.