A Touchy Subject (Part Three)

You might be asking yourself at this point, “Just how serious a reaction are we talking here?”

Well . . . fortunately, generally pretty mild these days, depending upon how good my mood is at the time, but let me put it this way:

Remember that college chum I mentioned recently?

When I first met her, she was a serious flirt (and I hope she’ll forgive me for saying so), and introduced herself by hugging everyone in the room . . . sometimes twice, and I’m pretty sure I went back for thirds.  (I was in a really good mood that day).  Nothing terribly unusual about that, and I doubt anyone looking in from the outside would have noticed anything strange.

But someone who was there, knowing something of my history, told me later she nearly fainted dead away from shock that I let a stranger touch me at all.

Notice the word “history” in that sentence?  Not “quirk.”  History.

If some ugly suspicions are starting to form in your mind about why I might be a little touchy about being touched, let me assure you it’s nothing as bad as what you’re probably thinking.

But it was bad enough.


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