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I hate arguments. I really do. Just about the only

thing I hate more than an argument, is the simple fact that

they are part of relationships. Without any arguments, I’ve

heard people say, relationships cannot grow and prosper. I

do not know about that. I prefer a quiet, happy existance.

But in life, we do not always get what we want.

Unfortunately, my fiancee and I recently got into an

argument. Her name is Lisa, and the two of us plan to get

married in November of 1998. Instead of going into the

details of the argument, I’ll simply say that Lisa started

it, and she was wrong in doing so. This is not the stubborn

side of me talking – now that it is over, Lisa agrees with

me that she was the instigator of our little squabble. The

important thing is that everything is back to normal.

During the argument, Lisa had me so upset that I decided

to leave the apartment – to get away from her for awhile. I

thought I could spend a few hours away by myself, instead of

staying home and bantering back and forth with her about who

was right and who was wrong. My hope was that when I

returned to the apartment, later that evening, Lisa would be

in a calmer mood. Then, we could discuss things.

Each time I feel like “getting away”, the usual place I

go is my parents’ boat, in the downtown marina. They rarely

use it for themseleves anymore – it is almost as if the boat

belongs to me. I have free reign to use it as I please. It

is actually a houseboat, a good-sized one, with a kitchen

and sleeping quarters inside the cabin. A person could live

in it, if neccessary.

This particular boat has provided me with a safe haven

over the years whenever there is trouble or worries in my

life. I always feel confidant that I can go to the boat,

and rest and relax there.

After my recent argument with Lisa, I decided to take a

trip to the marina. I stopped for an afternoon snack on the

way, then brought the (fast) food along with me to the boat.

I took a seat on the deck and caught some rays, while eating

my extra value meal. Once finished, I let all the worries

slip from my mind – and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later, a familiar voice brought me out of my

slumber. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times, focusing

on the sight before me. Ahh, Lisa. There stood my future

bride, on the dock, just outside the boat. A stunning, tall

blonde, Lisa is the most beautiful woman I have ever known.

She has the face of an angel and the legs of a showgirl,

along with a magnificant body and an enchanting smile.

On this day, at the marina, Lisa stood before me in her

thin, red summer dress. This particular dress happens to be

one of my favorite outfits for her to wear. It is rather

simple, but also very sexy at the same time. Plus, she wore

red high-heels and red sunglasses, with dark lenses.

“Hello, Lisa,” I stated, about 10 seconds after waking

up. I hoped that she did not want to continue the argument,

especially here at the boat – my personal “safe haven”.

Instead, I saw her mouth twitch in a remorseful way,

then she slipped her sunglasses off and looked at me with

sorrowful eyes. “Hi Jeremy,” came her tentative words.

I looked at her for a few seconds more, then glanced

down and noticed a water bottle alongside my chair. I took

a swig of it, then turned my attention back to Lisa.

“I figured you’d come here,” she offered, taking a slow

step toward the gate. “You’ve always loved this boat.”

“It’s a nice place to relax,” I returned, feeling weary.

Lisa is not a confrontational person – she does not like to

argue anymore than I do. However, I was still fearful that

she may explode at me at anytime. “Very peaceful, too.”

“Care if I come aboard?” she asked quickly.

My eyebrows raised at her sudden request, and I returned

in a calm tone, “No, not at all.” I now got the idea that

she was not in an argumentive type of mood.

“Thank you,” Lisa replied, stepping through the gate. I

watched as she gathered a fold-up chair from the cabin, then

bring it out to the deck and open it beside me. She took a

seat there, and looked deep into my eyes.

“Jeremy, I’m sorry for the argument,” Lisa offered. “It

was my fault, and I shouldn’t have taken my frustrations out

on you. I’m really, really sorry. Can you forgive me?”

I was frozen for a second or two, but then gave her a

smile and little laugh. “Of course I forgive you, Lisa.”

Likewise, a smile came to her lovely face. She reached

out and grasped my hand, saying, “Thank you. I’ve had some

time to think and came to the -”

“No,” I interjected, squeezing her hand. “Please. Let

us forget the argument ever happened. I don’t want to talk

about it anymore.” I grinned at her. “You know how much I

truly hate squabbling with you.”

After a moment, Lisa nodded her head and smiled warmly.

“Yes, you hate to argue. Deal. We won’t talk about it any

longer.” She paused, then changed the subject. “How long

have you been out here?”

I glanced at my wristwatch and replied, “Ehh, a couple

of hours.” Twilight was just starting to fall. “Do you

want to go back home?” I was thinking of giving her a hot

oil massage – one of my specialties.

“Doesn’t matter,” she told me. “I’ll stay out here on

the boat for awhile if you want to. I like it here.”

I smiled. “If that is what you want.” I could give her

a hot oil massage anytime. “Hey… would you like something

to drink? I’ve got some diet soda in the refrigerator, down

in the cabin. Interested?”

“Sure,” came her reply.

I got up from the chair, stretched my muscles, then went

down into the cabin – specifically, the kitchen area. I had

brought a 6-pack of diet soda with me in addition to the

fast-food meal, not knowing how many hours I would spend at

the boat on this particular day.

As I was standing at the counter and pouring the soda

into a plastic cup with ice, I heard the cabin door close

behind me. I glanced around, and noticed Lisa coming toward

me. With my back still turned to her, she closed the

distance and hugged me from behind – placing the side of her

face right between my shoulder blades.

“I love you, Jeremy,” Lisa mumbled. I could tell that

she was still feeling bad about the argument – although her

earlier words suggested otherwise.

Thus, I turned around and lightly wrapped my arms around

her neck and shoulders. I stared deeply into her eyes for

several seconds, then brought my right hand up and traced

the outline of her mouth with a fingertip. “I love you too,

Lisa.” She caught my fingertip between her lips, and gently

sucked on it. “I don’t want you to feel guilty. I told

you, let’s forget the argument. It is ancient history, as

far as I’m concerned.”

She looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes and sucked on my

fingertip a few more seconds before saying, “Are you sure?

I mean, can you just forget the argument, all at once?”

“Yes, I can,” was my reply, as I prodded my fingertip

against her soft lips. “I want you to forget it, too. I’m

not one to dwell on negative things – you know that.”

Lisa looked up at me with the same expression for a few

more seconds, then smiled and kissed me on the lips. I

pulled my finger away and kissed her in return, my tongue

slipping into her soft, velvety mouth. We embraced each

other a bit tighter, our tongues dueling with one another.

I caught several strands of her long blonde hair in my

right hand and played with it, gently pulling and yanking

away. Lisa giggled and dug her long fingernails into my

shoulders, lightly caressing and massaging them. My right

hand soon found its way to one of her breasts. The thin

red dress did little to hide the firm, full shape of her

breast, as I cupped and squeezed it with my hand.