Nervous smiles are exchanged. Breathing becomes more labored as a pounding heart pushes blood to reddening ears. There is no longer any question about others. No other could possibly satisfy the desire that has been awakened.
"She'll bear your children and carry groceries or a trunk full of heavy luggage," the salesman continues, patting her rear with an air of too much familiarity.

An outstretched door beckons, welcoming closeness. Skin innocently brushes skin. The feel is soft and silky smooth. The subtle aroma of her sweet perfume thrills heightened senses. "Go ahead and climb in," the man in tweed suggests.

Supple leather seats, the color of doeskin, invite a gentle touch. Overhead, a velour canopy surrounds a rectangle of pale blue sky. Tanned nut brown with curly maple woodgrain trim, the dashboard contains instruments deposited in hope of such a day as this. The odometer reads 10.4 miles. Others may have snuggled in the well-contoured seats; they may have taken her away, out of sight of prying eyes, but they never got far. Only one would truly capture her heart. To one, she would give everything.

"Why don't you take her for a ride?" Patch pockets surrender the keys. "Go on. Get acquainted. Introduce her to your family and friends. Go on, she doesn't have to be home for quite awhile."

Seat and shoulder belts hug lightly the first time. Adrenaline, pumped by an overcharged system, rushes through every muscle. Nimbly she two-steps into traffic, moving her lithe body confidently through the crowds. Dancing close, she expertly responds to the lead, swaying gently to the rhythm of the road. Cool air whispers in warm pounding ears. Desire, swelling to a crescendo, keeps pace with the throbbing bass of a heartbeat. Love demands to be satisfied.

In an afternoon, decisions are made and plans quickly develop. It is not a long courtship, but the romance will continue; such love will last through time and eternity.

As in the ancient Eastern tradition, haggling over a bride price begins. An offer is made followed by a counter-offer. Observing shallow breathing and the flush of excitement, Tweed Jacket remains firm. Love has been exposed. A deal is struck; a thousand camels change hands.

From the corner office, another man is summoned. Dressed in a charcoal grey suit, he arrives to pronounce his blessing. A shiny new key ring, solemnly placed in an outstretched hand, symbolizes the exchange of vows. The parchment document, signed and witnessed, makes the union official. With a squeal of delight, the honeymoon begins.

Years later, doors sag and squeak. Her fine finish, dulled by the sun, no longer glistens. Leather, once soft and supple, now appears stretched and wrinkled. The dance has slowed; time has taken its toll, but promises made "till death…" are not quickly forgotten. Love still sees the young beauty full of charm and grace. It is a memory that will last a lifetime.