Maylon and I began dating. He would pick me up in his brand new white Chevrolet Impala and we would head out on our date. We usually went to the drive-in-theater. In the early stages of the relationship, we would just watch the movie, with Maylon holding his arm around me. It didn't take long and we began making out and it accelerated more as we spent time together. Soon the Impala developed into a full passion pit.
Maylon and I would be hot and passionate and then I would call it off, asking for a break to cool down. This worked for awhile, but then Maylon no longer wanted to stop for that break. In those days, guys would tell a girl whatever she wanted to hear in order to seduce her. Maylon was no exception. He pleaded, bargained and even became aggressive with me. He told me he loved me, he begged me and told me how I needed him. I would grab his hands and move them away from my body and the other hand would be all over me. I didn't have enough hands to stop his.
Maylon worked on my psyche every night, until one night, I finally agreed to give in. Since there were no birth control pills at that time, and most birth control for women required going through a physician, I insisted on Maylon wearing a condom. Thankfully, I did know about condoms.
We went to a small store out in the middle of nowhere and Maylon went in to buy a condom while I waited in the car. Then we headed to a secluded area and parked the Impala.