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didn’t kiss her on the cheek, but on the mouth. Even though it wasn’t a long kiss, Natalie was over joyed. She said softly, “Oh Monty, Monty.” David said, “Hello there buddy.” Lamont grinned as he and David embraced, “Hi pal.” Mr. and Mrs. Agar were happy to see Lamont.
    As they all talked, Natalie didn’t listen to anyone. All she could think of was how utterly handsome Lamont was and he really did kiss her. Mr. Agar asked Natalie, “We are going now, do you want to go back with us?” Natalie was still day dreaming and didn’t hear her father. Lamont snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, “Hey kitten, come alive.” She laughed, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Mrs. Agar asked, “Are you going back home with us?” Natalie looked at Lamont, “Can I ride back with you?” Lamont answered, “Sure if Dave doesn’t mind. I stole his car.” David teased, “Now that’s a real pal. I’m going back with Mother and Dad. See you two at home.”
    As they walked toward the car, Natalie hung onto Lamont’s arm. Twice they were stopped by Natalie’s classmates and she proudly introduced Lamont to them. She could the girls admiring his handsomeness. When they were in the car Natalie said, “Monty you don’t know how happy you’ve made me.” Lamont smiled, “Well now, I couldn’t miss this event could I?’ She scooted closer to him, “Tell me what you’ve been doing and the places you’ve been for the last three years.” Lamont laughed, “Do you really want to hear about my adventures?” Natalie answered, “Of course I do. I’m interested in everything that concerns you.” He began, “Okay, first I’ll tell you about London . . .”
    As he talked, she only half listened but she made him think she was very interested. She just wanted to hear him talk, his voice, and his laughter. When he finished she said, “You could have written to me.” Lamont said, “Honey I don’t like to write. It’s all I can do to write to Mom once in a while. When I send money home, I wire it.” Natalie said, “Alright, I forgive you but you did write to Dave.” Lamont laughed, “It was only a postcard.” Natalie turned the radio on and found some soft, romantic music. She laid her head on his shoulder as they rode down the highway. “Monty are you going to stay long?” He answered, “I’m afraid not this time. I’ll just be here three days.” Natalie was so disappointed, “Oh Monty! Three days is such a short time.” Lamont said, “I’ve got to go see my family this time. It will be a long time before I’m back in the states.” She asked, “Where are you going?” He answered with gladness in his voice, “I’ll be stationed in Japan. I’m glad. I like it there.” She laid her head on his shoulder again and they rode several miles saying nothing. Then Lamont surprised Natalie when he asked, “Would you like to go to a nice, quiet restaurant to eat, maybe drink a little and dance? It will be my graduation present to you.” Natalie answered right away, “I’d love to Monty. There’s a real nice place just three miles from our house. I think you’ll like it.” Lamont said, “Okay, that’s where we’ll go. You better call home when we get there and tell them we’ll be late.” She smiled, “Good idea. You know Monty, we’ve known each other for four years and this is the first time you’ve asked me for a date.” He said, “Like I said, this is your graduation gift not a date.” She kissed him on the cheek, “The best present I’ll get.”
    As they came near the restaurant Natalie said as she pointed to her left, “There it is.” Lamont parked the car in the parking lot belonging to the restaurant. Natalie was right. It was a quiet place and very romantic. They got a table by the huge window. Even though it was dusky dark, the view was beautiful overlooking the ocean. They ordered steak and wine. Lamont remarked, “This is a nice place. I like it because it’s

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