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                                  The Past of Mine
                                        Part 3

                            It Was 1980.....Somethin


A long year had passed sence I moved to Veridan City, I knew my way around and even had a few friends. I worked down at a local dance studio teaching musical thearter to kids.
    I was getting off the sub way, coming back from work. I was exausted, all i wanted to do was sleep. I hailed a taxi and took it back to my some-what new apartment. In the taxi i dozed a little just resting my eyes. Then the Mexican cabby drivers high voice knocked me out my trance. "Okay lady we here. That will be 7.50." I handed him the money and stepped out. I walked down the cobble stone path toward the entrance. The cool breeze felt good on my hot face. The weather was nice and balmy it was the middle of the merry merry month of may and the weather was perfect. As i got to the door a srong breeze hit my face makeing my long red hair dance with it. After unlocking it i stepped in side and shut the door. I sighed, i lived on the third floor, and was dreading the climb up the stairs.
    As soon as i got in the phone was ringing,of course, so i set my bag down and rushed to get it. "Delia! Dia duit! Ciamar a tha sibh?" "Im fine mom and you don't have to speak in Gaelic." "Sorry bunny, anyway like i said, how are are you?" "Im fine, im in a show this weekend." "Really? What one?" "Anything Goes." "Oh yes i remerber, you were in that in high school right?" "Yeah, but i got a bigger part this time, im the lead Reno Sweeny." Oh bunny that's marvelous!" "Do you want me and da to come see you? Maybe even Rob can come." "I don't care, you can if you want, you seen it before though." "Well we'll see, slan Delia call me later okay?" "Sure mom, slan." (bye) I put the phone back in its cradle, and flopped down on the chair next to me. Sometimes mom would just star speaking gaelic out of no were, i coulden't blame here though....i missed it too.
    I had dozed off again when a knock came at my door. I opened my eyes that felt like weights had been tied too them, and slugged over to the door. I was awake the instant i saw the man at the door. He was tall, maybe only a head taller than myself, he had slick balck hair that went every were but not in an ugly way. His skin was a creame colored tan and shinny. His eyes were a dark amber color. He wore a t-shirt with palm trees on it and light tan shorts. I melted.
" Pardon me ma`am, but i think this is yours." He had a miled southern acent that made him even more handsome. I looked down at his hand, in it was my green alligator skin wallet. " I think you might have dropped it on your way in, don't worry none though, i didn't look in it." He handed it back to me. "Oh thank you, i had no idea i dropped it thanks very much!" "No problem ma`am." He healed out his hand. "Ricky Ketchum, but please call me Rick." I shook his hand, it was warm and soft. "im Delia O'Connell, do you live in the building?" "Sure do, i live on the first floor." He stared at me my cheeks went all fuzzy. "If  you don't mind my asken so miss, are you from a round here? Im just asken cause ya don't sound like ya are, like your  from another country or somethin." I smiled. "No, not really, im from Ireland ive been here for seven years now." "Hotdog, ive never known anyone from Ireland before, thats pretty neat."
    In no time at all i invite him in and we have a glass of lemonade together. I learn alot about Rick through our talk. He was born and raised in North Carolina and moved to Verdian three years ago, he has an older brother and sister. He came to Veridan just to get a place of his own, he was single and had no girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. I also discover that he's not much older than me, he's only 24. I like wise told him about my self, he kept his eyes on me the whole time in wonder, he seemed to love the fact that i was from Ireland, he also like my accent. He was astounded when i told him what my job was in Verdian, he said he played the guitar and had seen some Musicals, but not many.
    Soon we were good friends, we went to lunch together and to see some movies too. We always had our nightly talks, he would come over or i would go over his place and we would just sit and talk for hours on end. We had alot in commen and i liked that. And sooner, Rick and i were going out on dates as well. Although we had never slept together, we had our makeout moments, but we both seemed to know that were wern't ready for sex.
    One day Rick stopped by the dance studio to pick me up for lunch. " Howdy babe." he said. "Hi guy." i replied as i jumped in to his car, a black pick up truck. "Hey y'know, my friend just came back home from being in the army, and his familys haveing a big party and invited us,what do ya say? Wanna go?" "You bet! When is it?" "This Saturday." "Okay that ill be fun!" Rick smiled, and leaned over to give me a quick peck on the cheek.
     Finally Saturday night had come, and i was in my room putting a necklace on when Rick knocked at the door. "Hey babe, you look good." He said as he leaned to kiss me. "Thank you, you do too." I said as i kissed him back, he wore a long sleeved shirt with a tie and jeans and i wore a light green top with a green skirt. Green was always my color.
    We arrived at the party just when the games were starting, Rick introduced me to all kinds of people, including the center of the party, Dean, Ricks friend who came home from the army. Risk did alot of the games, like dartball, fooseball, pool, and even twister. It was halarious to watch my 200 pound boyfriend play that one. Then the drinks were served, of coures i coulden't pass up these, im Irish dammit and i really knew how to drink. Rick knew how to as well, and in no time we were going bonkers with the rest of the guests. We tayed untill the party was over at midnight, we said our goodbyes and Rick drove me back home sence i wasn't in much shape to drive, but Rick wasn't as drunk as i was.
    When we got home i asked Rick to stay and have another drink with me, he of course accepted. One bottle of wine turned into two, two then turned into three, eventually we stopped counting......or we lost count. I was topsy turney and so was Rick.....when we went to bed. Rick was laying atop kissing me hard on the lips and letting his hands explore my body. I was doing the same to him. We still had our clothes on though. But that didn't last long, when Rick slipped his hands under my shirt and undid my bra, his hands remained under there even when my bra was gone. I think for a few seconds i was no longer drunk, but i wanted what Rick was about to do, i wanted him forever and ever. And when that little episode was done, i ran my hand down his leg and undid his belt.