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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 159: Love Letter from California: The Spring Lake Date


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Rated Rg2: Romance Confidential, Extremely Private

My Love,

Someone’s got to have integrity.

There was an unexpected knock at my door last night. I didn’t bother peering through the peephole nor asking for her name within earshot.

I kept her faceless, nameless. She was uninvited. How’d I know it was a woman? The decibel of the knock–uninquisitive, unurgent, provocative.

I stood there momentarily, silently. I imagine she did, too. I heard no walk-away shoesteps. I could feel, I could interpret her intentions. Even separated by the locked door, her longings were palpable.

I didn’t answer. Didn’t open the door. Just stared at the deadbolt.

Someone’s got to have integrity.

One more wrap on my door and I turned my back to it. Stood there and fought my vulnerability, stood toe-to-toe with my anatomical on-the-verges–heart throbs rapid, pulse quickened, mind racing to the quixotic fantasy standing, waiting, lustfully at my doorstep.

A man is weak, so most women swear by. A bachelor even weaker, no?

“Don’t turn down money; Don’t turn down a woman”–the unwritten but to-the-death ascribed man-code. The Player’s Manifesto? I know each clause, each stipulation, each line like my times tables. Hell, I’m a co-author.

But I stood there. Wordless. Actionless. I imagine she did, too . . . for awhile. I heard no walk-away footsteps. We stood the door down. Perhaps she was daring me to open. Perhaps I was daring her to knuckletap once more.

And she did.

But I didn’t.

Why? Because.

Because, as utterly enticing, as tantalizingly provocative, as daringly, lusciously sweet as the low-hanging fruit waiting outside the door–her fragrance somehow wafting sneakily and entrancingly and batingly through the seams of the jambs; her wantings and longings and take-me-as-you-want-me’s seemingly haunting me through the door’s minute pores–as mesmerizingly tempting as the uninvited guest was outside my entryway . . .

. . . she wasn’t you.

You know where my mind escaped to in that very moment?

The lake.

You and I on the lake to usher in spring. Homemade hand-carved, honey-glazed turkey breast sandwiches; spring-mix, fruit-infused salad; Woodbridge, Calif.-sourced almond champagne; and (your idea) custom-baked red velvet/cream cheese cupcakes.

Yeah, I didn’t answer the door.

I’m going to the lake instead. With you.

On Pamper-Her-Friday.



Romance lives. -Rg2


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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 158: The Pampering Urgency

© Igor Pavloff

© Igor Pavloff


“Don’t wait to show her.” -The Pamperer

Spring Kiss, Calif.–12:36 p.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:

By all means, do it today.

Better yet, do it now.

Tomorrow’s kiss isn’t promised to any of us.

Give her one.

No, two or three. More even.

After all, it’s Pamper-Her-Friday . . . .





A kiss that is never tasted,
is forever and ever wasted. -Billie Holiday



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