by Jan Walker

Created on: February 23, 2009   Last Updated: February 26, 2009

I was exactly ten years older than him. I knew we would never be committed to longterm romance. For once in my life i felt liberated by my sexuality after years of domination and passivity.

Although my weight had never been an issue for me over the years, after my marriage breakup, i quickly lost the pounds which surrounded by ample hips and thighs and for once and only once in my life i had to buy size 10 clothes. This did not make me feel more desirable, but it make wearing certain garments more interesting!. However, i did realise that being the right weight and shape was something he felt important, hence his incredible vanity.

We had known each other for some months now and i was elated in how i dealt with the relationship, making the most of the hear and now. However, we did care for each other, he loved my honesty with his terribly vanity. I just loved the freedom of a relationship so different from before.

We always tried new restaurants and spent weekends away in cities and remote valleys. We walked the length and breadth of the Yorkshire Dales and wiped salty residue from our faces on our coastal walks.

It was an ordinary week of work for both of us and we had arranged to meet up on the Tuesday evening, nothing planned. I can't remember what prompted me to make the suggestion, but this added to my delight of again realising that this relationship was such a conveyor belt of spontaneity.

Haworth and its moors, we had visited. We had walked around the vastly populated graveyard, filled with countless families who suffered through hardship and insufficient sanitation. This was Heathcliff country and anyone walking on those moors could not help but feel the words of the book. Imagining Cathy running amongst the wind, calling her beloved.

So on a moment of madness, maybe, i suggested we drive up to the Haworth moors that evening.

' I want to lay on those moors and make love to you I said

We were in the car in an instant!. We didn't speak much on the way there. It probably took an hour or so, in his soft topped sports car.

The weather was not an issue, but the air was still slightly warm, the sky criss crossed with a myriad of stars and the moon exceptionally full and glowing.

It was very dark when we pulled alongside the moors, a derelict form of a cottage etched on the horizon. We held hands,walking and navigating our way some distance away from the road.

We did not speak, we looked up at the swelling moon above us, lighting the undulating ground around us. The long tufts of grassy mounds were drifting horizontally. We began to undress, only once glancing towards the road, but both of us caught up in this moment of love and just wanting each other, here at this moment amongst a moor of passion and intensity.

Our skin reflected the glow from the moon, we lay, listening to the soft swirling of wind upon the uneven grass. At the height of our intensity i heard a gently chewing sound which first frightened then surprised me, when we discovered we were surrounded by a warmth, the moon highlighting the curly coats of many sheep!. They carried on with their business of chewing and just moved around us unconcerned by our activities.

We laughed incredulously and this only served to heighten our passion once again.

We are not together now, but i look back on that night, with relish, with a smile, with a willfulness that i never had before.

Cathy and Heathcliff you have a lot to answer for.

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