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It was about 1964 or thereabouts. We had been dating a couple of years and were really comfortable with each other. I had no doubt we would marry when we finished our college soon.

Whenever her parents or siblings were at home, we couldn't fool around, and doing it in the car was ok but not great. We found a great spot to park. About 4 miles from her parents home, a new road and bridge were put a country road, leaving the older curvy road abandoned, and it went higher up on a hill. The old road went right by a house that had burned completely. All that was left was the foundation and a couple of stone chimneys. There was a terrific view out over the new road and the bridge and river 60 or 70 feet below the house. We started parking there regularly.

On a typical Sunday, we would go there after going to church with her family, then if they went home, we would go our special parking spot. She would usually take off her dress and lay it in the back seat, so it would not get wrinkled or stained. We would make out and I would undress her.