Miami Beach in the early 1960's

So many things happened when I worked in Florida. It was always a wild and crazy state, let alone all the cities. And at that time Miami Beach was the thing. Oh, Miami was too, but it was more of a retirement area. And I had worked the beach many times, and something was always happening to me. hahahhaha

It was Christmas, and I was working on the beach. Most of the clubs had their own house mixing girls, so the features didn't have to do this. But if they wanted to, some clubs would let them. I preferred not too. Usually because if you were the star of the show, you had to stay in the dressing rooms. They didn't want anyone to see you before you went on.... but I'd get bored, and dress in one of my exquisite cocktail dresses and sashay out to the bar anyway. Maybe sit there and have a lil snifter of holiday cheer, like a Gran Marnier. And watch the ladies on stage, or chat with a customer. Interesting, but a ho hum life waiting to go on...

One night, I walked into my dressing room, and there sitting on my makeup table was a dozen red roses... very beautiful long stem roses, gorgeous.... with a lil card attached to it which said. "I enjoyed every performance. Will you have champaign with me after your show?" signed only with a capital "T". I thought hmmmm how weird, doesn't even sign his name in full. Probably some real old fart like in his 50's (me being in my 20's) fat pudgy, cigar smokin', balding "wealthy ol man"! I shivered... and after my show I decided not to have champaign with him, so I went to the bar and ordered a martini.

I was sitting there sipping away, when I noticed how quiet the place was. I looked around and saw that most of the full house was now empty. I hated working the holidays. "Oh boy! Is this going to be a lonely Christmas..." I was thinking, when I noticed a very handsome young man sitting at the bar. And I mean "young" very baby smooth faced, and extremely good looking. A very nice build, all proportioned, about 6 foot, perfect brown hair and eyes. I thought for a flash, what's a young man like him doing in here... looking as good as that, he surely has no problems getting a woman?

I lost the thought, and went back to my dressing room. The next night I get to the club, go to my dressing room and there is a huge box of truffles, and a bottle of Dom Perignon champaign (which the club didn't even carry) with a card from my mysterious "T" man asking me to dinner... I mean these things were nice, but I wasn't really interested.

Night number three... same thing: get to my dressing room, and there on my table was a Christmas tree!!!! One of those fabulous ones that only a florist could make! About 24 inches tall, with the most unusual ornaments I'd ever seen! Very expensive and very beautiful! I felt all teary eyed, as I noticed a little box underneath it, and a card. I opened the card, and it just said "Merry Christmas" and was signed "T". I reached for the box, shook it, it rattled, and I opened it.

Inside was a black velvet jewelry box, the size for rings or earrings... ah my heart skips a lil beat... Angel loves her jewels. I opened it & staring back at me were a pair of sapphire earrings. I thought wowwww my birthstone too! Very

My hands open his shirt so that I can slowly slide my hands up his chest, on the way to take his face into my hands for another wonderful exciting heart throbbing kiss, but if I added up every "shocking" moment in my life, it wouldn't even come close, to the feeling I had when my hands discovered--

tiny and dainty, I took them out and put them on. My goodness these are beautiful. Now what should I do? Return everything? Meet this man? hmmmmmm???? I wrote a note instead... telling the gentlemen to meet me at the bar after the first show, for a cocktail and conversation "only".

And so I'm sitting there chatting with one of the girls, when that young good looking man comes up to me, smiling with that young boyish grin of his. I've seen him here every night, always in a tux, or a sharp sharkskin looking suit, always by himself, and I think what's his story? Then it dawns on me, oh chyt! I meeting that old fart any minute... gee why can't he look like this young man... sigh

The young man says hello, and asks me how I am, the normal words pass between us, as I wait for my one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel to show up, am thinking whyyyyyy me? Then the young man introduces himself, "Hello Angel, my name is Teri, but my friends call me T". Well, if I could have fell off the bar stool I would have! I was floored! Surprised! Happy! Here was no old fart! Just this beautiful young man staring deep into my eyes.

I want to tell you ladies and gentlemen, the butterflies where flying high in my tummy that night! Now this is a very long story, but I will make it short just for you!

Now you know I continued to see "Teri" candlelight dinners, horse racing, casino boat rides, shopping and golfing. Everyday we did something, and every night. We'd sometimes drive down to Lil Havana for exotic Cuban food, and disco dancing to the wee hours of the morning. We did so much together, and I was very happy. Play all day, work all night, play till the crack of dawn. Money is flying everywhere. Nothing was too good for his baby!

Except one thing - oh! you knew this was coming hahahhahaha

I hadn't slept with him! I was having the time of my life, why spoil it? He didn't push it, and neither did I. But one beautiful night, as we were having dinner at the top of the world restaurant (which was a bazillion stories up on top of the roof, that rotated, so you could see the whole world) he asked me to spend the night with him. Inside I was saying "oh hell yea" but outside, I was a lil nervous... Would this ruin our relationship? I shook my head, what to do? oh what do i do... I drank more wine.

We danced the night away up there among the stars. Everything was so right, I was the luckiest girl in the world. I was also getting pretty drunk too! But then Teri was too, hell everyone was... We cha cha'd our way to the elevator, got off & walked to the two front doors of his suite. He opened the doors and carried me over the threshold (silly man!) as we both laughed.

Music was playing, room service had brought us caviar and champaign, everything was beautiful! We danced some more, and this time we kissed, and kissed and kissed... until it's off to the bedroom. My god! The bedroom was so beautiful, top drawer.

Now I'm an exotic dancer, and when I took my clothes off for this man, you know I did it as sexy as I could! Chiffon cocktail dress (Elizabeth Taylor style), all matching panties and garter belt, low cup bra, silk nylons (no pantyhose then, thank heavens) and there I was, standing in the candle light nude. He was still laying on top of the bedspread, just watching me. From the front of the bed, I moved to the side and gently bent down and kissed him. The softness of his lips, my heart was racing as I turn and went into the bathroom. In a few minutes I return. He is standing there on the balcony, looking out at the sleeping city. I crawled into bed, he comes over and kisses me "long and hard" almost like it was our last kiss, and he was going off to war...

Now he goes into the bathroom. Lights off, candles going, soft music... the door opens and Teri appears, standing in the doorway. Wearing only his shirt, he walks towards the bed. He sits on the side of the bed, where I'm half sitting half laying, and takes me into his arms again for another beautiful kiss. I'm ready...

My hands open his shirt so that I can slowly slide my hands up his chest, on the way to take his face into my hands for another wonderful exciting heart throbbing kiss -- but --

If I added up every "shocking" moment in my life, it wouldn't even come close, to the feeling I had when my hands discovered a pair of breasts in them!

Very large breasts! A woman's breasts... like in a woman! Oh mmmmmmy God!!!!!!!!! I freaked!!!!!!!!!!!

I scooted my back up against the headboard of the bed, "Your a woman!" I blurted out, about as tactful as a door knob! "Teri your a woman? I mean all woman? Everything?" Teri could only nod a yes to my many questions while I thought, well! now what the friggin' hell do I do??????????

I looked into hers eyes, and saw the hurt and the pain my words had caused, and told her gently "It's okay, Teri."

I moved to the center of the bed, and pulled back the covers, and patted the bed with my hand. In each others arms, kissing and loving one another, I only thought of all the wonderful and tender moments we'd shared, the laughter, the warmth, the devotion. She's a woman and I'm a woman, and right now the love that flowed between as was more than beautiful. Everything in the world was fading ...and heaven was just a kiss away.