At that instant Jim reached over to Sandy and placed his arms
around her shoulders. Sandy was totally unprepared for this.
“No, we can’t allow this to happen,” she said, with some alarm.
“Don’t say ‘we’, you may not want this to happen, but I do.”
With that he pulled her to him. The gear shift was decidedly in
the way, but he slid past it. Desperately he sought her lips.
“Sandy, I am going to kiss you and you cannot stop me. I have
longed to kiss you, but I have not wanted violence. But if I
must force you I will.”
Sandy had slid down in the seat trying to get away, but it only
allowed Jim to use his weight to hold her. His arms were now
firmly around her, pinning her upper arms to her side. As his
face came near to her, she turned her face away from him. “No!
Don’t, Jim.”
“Sandy! Look at me!” She stopped and turned her head. She
looked up at Jim with fear and anguish in her eyes, “I can’t let
you do it. I can’t live with it. Suppose someone comes by?”
“Sandy, I love you. Those things matter to me, but I do love
you, dearly. I have tried to express my love for you with
things, with notes, with spoken words. You acknowledge the fact
like it is a notice on the 6 o’clock news. ‘Interesting, but it
has nothing to do with me.’ Well, it does!”
With that he bent down and kissed her. She struggled to break
free, but he held her in a vise grip. Violently twisting her
face away she practically screamed, “This isn’t fair! Let me
go.” “No, Sandy, I have wanted to hold you close to me and kiss
you for longer than you could imagine. I shall not let this
moment pass.”
He reached up and held her face, twisting it around so he could
look deeply into her lusciously fierce blue eyes. “Sandy, I love
you, so very much I love you.” And he kissed her again.