Moaning With Lorie

I first met her when I was only sixteen. I was in the novelty shop carrying a broom when she jumped in. She was wearing a navy blue bib, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her appendix, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the broom down when she zoomed beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the broom right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to moan.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the butcher shop for a kamikaze. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the butcher shop, I learned that her name was Lorie, and that she was a zookeeper. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a minister.

I guess it was love at first moan. Some might say we had apples in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was four years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still moaning for each other.