Tomorrow she would go to prison - there was only a short time left to give herself to the man she loved.
When the police picked her up she was wearing blue jeans, a shirt and moccasins. She was lovely in a little lost child way. And that was the first time I saw her.
The second time was in my apartment. She was sitting in here he dark when I got home.
When she spoke her small voice had the dignity of a fine woman. "I have come here to be with you, Pat. I have never been with a man before and now I have no more time to wait for love. It must be tonight and it must be you."
God help me, I did what she asked. Time stopped in that dark room and neither one of us would ever be the same again.
