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A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
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A Matter of Focus
Rattled -- that’s how I felt -- Thursday night, waiting to board the redeye flight connecting through Chicago to DC.
Those pictures and what they implied; the rose tattoo on the inside of a thigh; noises at night in a new building -- these and more had me rattled and jumpy for days.
Some at school interpreted this as me becoming another absent-minded professor, like Herb -- if his wife didn’t dress him and remind him of things, God knows what would happen. But those who knew me, at the dojo, a few of my grad students, Samantha, Annie, and of course Barbara, knew something else was going on.
If only I knew what the hell it was.
Our new bedding was glorious. Wednesday evening I returned to a space filled with music. Barbara greeted me wearing our favorite velvet dress, perfume, and a lascivious smile. She was ravenous and delicious. I think my hunger surprised her; maybe I was too aggressive. But she didn’t play fair -- she melted me in her arms, rocking us to sleep on a cloud.
Only to wake in the dark to her getting out of bed quickly -- I jumped up, my heart pounding, grabbing my jo, ready to defend mate and castle. Against what? Her period had arrived.
And I was twitchy at school all day Thursday. We had an early and light meal at home; she took me to bed and held me.
The phone rang and I almost lost it again, popping up so fast. It was for her; she took it on the cordless phone.
And as I sat on the side of the bed trying to regroup, she stepped closer and drew me to a bra-covered nipple, her hand behind my head, holding me just right, all the time talking on the phone. My arms around her waist, I let go.
Janice took us to the airport; she would handle furniture delivery for us, as well as oversee more security upgrades.
I don’t like redeye flights; I don’t sleep well on them, especially in coach. At least it wasn’t crowded; Barbara and I had a row of seats to ourselves for the first leg to Chicago. We settled in, putting up the armrest between us. Once airborne, we made use of the thin blankets and tried to get comfortable.
“I miss our new bed already,” I whispered to her.
“And I miss you holding me in it,” she whispered back.
We held each other as best we could. She had eyeshades for both of us -- I’d forgotten mine. I let the sound of the engines wash over me.
I was in a small room, sitting on the edge of a bed or futon. A beautiful woman stood naked with her back toward me, her long hair extending down past her shoulder blades.
She turned, smiling. I wanted her. She stepped closer.
And as she did, her right foot going forward, I saw it, the rose tattoo on the inside of her thigh. My head wobbled as I fell to my knees in front of her, unable to take my eyes off the rose. I heard her laughter as she stepped closer. My mind was filled with the woolly buzzing feeling of trance.
I needed to move, to get away, or to strike, but my arms and legs were so heavy -- I couldn’t move.
She moved closer. She tipped my head back; I looked up her body. In the edge of my vision I saw the glint of a needle in her other hand as she lowered it towards me.
She sneered; her derisive laughter came to me through the distant tunnel of deep trance. I couldn’t move, and could barely hold my eyes open. Something touched my shoulder.
“Roger -- Roger, wake up!”
Barbara was shaking my shoulder. We were still in the plane; I was tangled in blankets with the seat belt around me.
“What’s the matter?” she asked as I frantically untangled myself.
She held me close. It took a while for me to reorient, and a few more minutes to calm down and explain it to her. I walked around the plane to clear my head, finally returning to my seat. We held each other as best we could. I didn’t sleep the rest of the flight.
We arrived at O’Hare in Chicago early, which naturally meant our continuing flight to D.C. was delayed. We had coffee and a little to eat; Barbara wandered around talking on her phone. I watched her as she stood about thirty feet away, holding her phone with one hand, waving the other -- a spirited discussion. Part of what I heard was about furniture.
Even though I was sitting with my back to a wall, I was twitchy. I’d close my eyes and focus on breath, but noise nearby would pop my eyes open.
Our original schedule had us at what used to be called National airport just before seven in the morning. It was a little past eight when we landed.
As we left the so-called “secure” area of the airport, I looked around, searching for sharks. Some were too easy to spot -- curly cords going to earpieces.
“Francie!” Barbara called out, veering off to two women. The larger, taller of the two was smiling, arms open as we approached. The shorter one was smiling as well, but she stood with precision and a relaxed balance -- the first shark I’d seen with curly black hair and a pixie nose.
Barbara introduced me with hugs to Francie and Yvette. Francie was big and bubbly, obviously a good friend. Yvette was a little over five feet tall, a tigress with a pixie face. Barbara and Francie babbled together as we walked through the terminal. Where Francie wore short heels, Yvette’s shoes looked like dance shoes -- very low heel, snug fitting, and they looked like they gave her very secure footing. She was definitely a shark. I was feeling more ahi. Yvette led us to a waiting limo. We settled in and headed for Georgetown. Barbara and Francie continued to babble about furniture and such.
Barbara turned to me with a big hug. Her smile diminished a little and she sighed.
“What?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “Oh Roger -- Francie and I are taking care of the townhouse. You’re going with Yvette for a massage and pampering. We’ll see you at Francie’s for dinner.”
I nodded. She still seemed concerned.
“Roger,” she said in a softer voice, “the place you’re going is safe. Yvette will be with you. Okay?”
I raised her hands and kissed them. “I’ll miss you.”
She sighed as she gave me a hug. “Enjoy yourself, sweetie.”
A moving van was parked in front. “See you later -- relax and have fun!” Barbara told me, kissing me once more as she and Francie got out.
I looked back as we drove off.
And Yvette moved into my lap, turning my head to face her.
“She said relax and have fun,” she whispered, and kissed me.
She was quite a package! She encouraged my hands on her as she ran hers over me. Full, pert breasts, trim waist, nice tight ass -- she smelled sweet and spicy.
We pulled up to the side door of a three story place that could have been a really large house, a multifamily dwelling, or a small embassy. The driver opened the limo door for us.
“Don’t worry about the bags; they’ll be taken care of,” Yvette told me.
I followed her into the building. We passed an active commercial kitchen, then went through doors into a more residential setting.
A tall woman greeted us. She was smiling, wearing a flowing silk robe, and seemed to have something coordinating on underneath.
“Roger!” she called, opening her arms to me. “Finally I get to meet the man who is taking Barbara away!” We hugged; her perfume was dazzling, even though not very strong.
“Smooth trip?” she asked. Was she asking both of us?
“No problems,” I told her.
“Let’s go to my office.” She took me in her arm and led us down the hall to a nicely appointed office. I declined coffee.
We chatted for a few minutes, telling me how lucky I was, and surprised that Barbara was settling down. I suggested people were saying much the same about me.
With a sigh, her tone shifted. “Roger, you’re here for a day of pleasure and relaxation. Yvette will be with you all the time. Among her many talents, she’s a superb bodyguard. This house is safe, and you will be safe within it. Questions?”
I shook my head. Must have been one of those animated conversations this morning. “Thank you -- I understand.” Or at least part of me did. I looked to Yvette. “What next?”
Our host handed Yvette a key. “Louise will be up in half an hour, giving you time to shower and change.”
We stood up. Yvette offered me an arm; I took hers in mine.
“Lead on,” I told her.
Taking me by the arm, she led me upstairs. Once out of the “office” section of the building, we could have been in any small upscale hotel. She pointed out things that should have helped me feel secure -- monitored doors, surveillance cameras, and the like. Alongside her commentaries my memory recounted the hotel in Miami, and the rats in Hammond’s organization.
The room reminded me of the island, with a large bed, a massage table already set up, a bureau probably holding a TV and minibar, a partially open door to a closet, and another to what looked like a spacious bathroom. When would Barbara and I return to the island? When could we?
Yvette caught me glancing up at the ceiling -- bog-standard texturing, with fire sprinklers.
“Some rooms have mirrors, if you’re interested,” she said in an amused voice, putting a hand on my back.
“Not important,” I told her with a smile, “Unless it’s important to you.”
Nightstands on each side of the bed, clock-radio and phone, all the usual. I managed a smirk -- Kama Sutra in the nightstand, or Gideon? “I could use a shower,” I muttered.
“Like to have your back scrubbed?” she suggested.
“Only if I can reciprocate,” I replied as we started undressing.
Yvette was a little more on the pink side, as compared to Barbara’s pale. “You are beautiful,” I told her. Her waist was trim; she was athletic, well-developed without being anorexic. Her nipples were dark brown and standing proud, demanding attention.
I touched a small scar on her chest near the bottom of her ribs; I could visualize the knife motion that would have caused it. I raised my eyebrows in question.
“A reminder,” she told me. “Want a shower cap for your hair?”
“Superb idea. I’ll probably want to shower afterwards; I can wash it then.”
With a smile she added, “I’ll help.”
The bathroom was spacious; not as good as those on the island, but still very nice.
Once in the shower, I couldn’t keep my hands off Yvette, and she didn’t seem to mind. With the height difference, I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up to kiss her.
When I put her down, she laughed. “Clean now, fun later,” she insisted.
I stuck out my lower lip in a pout. She laughed more.
We managed to wash, and dry. As I dried her, I ran a toweled hand between her legs and whispered hotly in her ear, “I need to know what you taste like.” She moaned appreciatively.
But we ended up wearing fluffy cotton robes, sitting on the bed, waiting. I pulled her to my lap, kissing.
A knock on the door interrupted us.
And in the time it took for Yvette to get to the door, check who was there, and open it, my erection disappeared. Damn, I was spooked!
Louise was mid-thirties, tall, well proportioned. She had a relaxed smile and sparkling green eyes. She helped me out of my robe and on to the massage table.
On my stomach on the table, Louise working on my back a few minutes later. I was twitchy, nervous. My whole upper body was tight. The usual things hadn’t worked -- I didn’t feel safe. Hell, naked and face down, I felt exposed. Her voice, her touch, both were comforting. It wasn’t working.
Part of me was nervous, part of me was upset I couldn’t relax, and part of me was thinking of kids learning to relax and flow on the mat. I was trying; she was trying. Hell, that was the problem -- I was trying to relax -- and not getting there.
Something clicked -- I started laughing. Softly at first, but it built up. I wasn’t sure what it was, other than me, but it was funny; I was funny. I felt Louise pause, resting her hands on my midback. I knew, sort of -- my mind was in the past, the future, with Barbara, back at the house, at the airport -- everywhere but right here and right now.
After laughing some more, I sat up. Louise and Yvette were both looking at me. Yvette looked puzzled; Louise had a slight smile.
“Slap me,” I requested.
Louise looked confused. She slapped me, not very hard.
“Yvette, slap me!”
Yvette stepped closer and gave me a good one.
“Thank you. Again!”
She slapped the other side of my face.
After asking and receiving a few more, I intercepted her hand mid-flight and pulled her to a passionate kiss. I held her fiercely; she returned my passion, squeezing me. I felt tight nipples press against my chest. We broke our kiss and I held her close. I sighed and smiled.
“Thank you,” I whispered to her. I looked to Louise. “All better -- let’s start over. I’ll behave; I promise.”
She gave me a confused smile and nodded. I stretched out on the table, took a deep breath, and let it out.
“That’s good, Roger,” Louise said softly, placing her hands on my back. “Another deep breath -- good, hold it -- now let it out and relax...”
I let go, floating down, down, down.
She was good, releasing the tension with her hands and her voice, working out the deep kinks in my shoulders and upper back.
I made it to my back somehow, with something cool and aromatic covering my eyes. Louise was working my head and neck, which I love, that feeling of being held and rocked. She was still working my head and neck when my legs moved apart, someone moving my heels closer to my bottom, letting my knees hang out. “Very flexible,” a woman’s voice remarked -- not Yvette.
Soft touches on my abdomen, moving to my cock and balls -- I focused on sensation, floating in a sea of sensation, relaxing into a sea of sensation. A new sensation -- a cool, slick finger probing my back door.
I smiled more when I figured things were going in synchrony -- the fingers at my head, the fingers at my other head, and the one on my asshole. Things progressed, one finger working its way inside me gently. It moved around gently, slowly.
And found a magic spot, making me catch my breath. I let my body respond, my hips moving, my breath speeding up -- I wasn’t going to last long!
Especially when the fingers on my cock were replaced by a warm, wet mouth. I moaned and let it happen. The internal sensation of pressure was intense. My orgasm was almost painful, it was so strong, being milked from the inside and the outside.
My legs were straightened out. I drifted on my back, relaxed, as Louise continued her massage of my head and neck.
Soft, passionate lips -- Yvette. A sheet covered me and kept me from pulling her to me as easily. She helped me sit up and shed the sheet, still kissing. Holding her, I took her to the bed, depositing her on her back and kissing my way down her body.
Even though her breasts were firm and tasty, I didn’t spend too much time with them, moving down quickly between her legs and pulling her bottom to the edge of the bed so I could devour her comfortably.
She was tasty, and the sensation of her trim legs squeezing me, and her bottom and waist made me all the hungrier for her. But I was still getting warmed up when she pushed me away.
“Oh God! Fuck me, please!” she panted.
I rolled her to her stomach, spread her legs a little more, and moved up into her. I held her waist, thrusting against her trim tight bottom. I pulled her away from the bed a bit; she moved back a bit more so she could push against me. She shuddered and moaned, then pulled her knees together, wiggling her bottom and pushing back. I held her waist, closed my eyes, and let it happen. I collapsed more or less on top of her, kissing and biting her neck.
“Oh God, that was good,” she panted underneath me.
I pulled us back, on to the floor. She managed to turn, staying impaled and wrapping her legs around me as we kissed.
“You have a wonderful bottom, did you know that?” I asked her when we paused.
She wiggled in my lap. “I like the way you appreciate it.”
She held my shoulders as she rocked on me, doing something that got me hard again. I put my hands under her arms and pulled down on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and let her head drop back, a vision of ecstasy. She came again, then pulled closer for a long kiss.
She sat back with a satiated smile and moved rhythmically in my lap, looking into my eyes.
I held her waist. “Too soon for me, but you feel great.”
“Should I get up?”
I held her waist tighter. “I like you right where you are.”
She moaned and squeezed me with her legs.
Gradually we turned so my back was against the bed. She leaned against me and I held her.
“Lunch? Shower? Nap?” she asked.
“Sounds like a good sequence, although you may have left out something,” I replied, kissing the top of her head.
She looked at me.
I kissed her nose. “I love that smile!”
She growled, “You put it there...”
I hugged her again. “What do we do about lunch?”
“Room service,” she said, leaning for the nightstand and the phone. I took the opportunity to pay attention to her breasts.
“You sure you want lunch?” she asked, sighing.
“Mmm... Maybe I’ll have desert first.”
“I’m going to need to get up -- soon,” she told me.
I grabbed a terry cloth robe from the bed and slid it under her as I pulled her up so I could devour a nipple. I leaned back, my arms wrapped around her. She held my head. Firm and delicious!
We separated and she scampered to the bathroom. I followed after a decent interval and took her place on the can. As I sat there, she quizzed me on lunch from the other room. We decided on hot sandwiches and soft drinks.
Lunch arrived promptly; I imagine the young lady delivering it made frequent deliveries to naked people.
Lunch was good. I’d never gotten carried away with catsup before -- I’d tried whipped cream, and chocolate sauce, but catsup was new, and tasty.
Yvette had to give it a try as well, leaving me hanging on the ragged edge -- at my insistence.
That made our shower together fun as well as necessary, cleaning off massage oil, catsup, and what have you. Holding her, massaging her scalp as I shampooed her hair was quite an experience. Her arms were around me; she let her head go back, and with closed eyes and a wide smile, she reveled in my touch. I couldn’t help but pull her to a deep kiss.
“Short hair has its advantages,” I told her as we dried off. She toweled hers off quickly, shook her head a bit, and was pretty much done with it.
“Oh, yours is nice -- I especially like the way you keep it clean.”
She helped me with part of the ritual, using a towel then a hairdryer. She pulled a brush from a drawer and told me, “This will be easier for both of us with you sitting down -- let’s go.”
She led me back to the bed. She led me down the garden path, and did it so smoothly I didn’t have a chance to notice. She sat me on the bed, then sat behind me and started brushing out my hair. Some time along the way she started signing softly, occasionally touching the back of my neck, taking me off to a cloud. She joined me there, holding and kissing.
I opened my eyes to the two of us joined, on my back with her riding me. I held her waist, holding her to me, pulling with my hands as I pushed deeper into her, feeling her small, tight bottom nestle into me. She liked it as well, from the noise she made.
I lifted my knees a little, so she could lean back against my thighs. That cupped her bottom even closer. She reached under my knees and pulled, forcing herself down on me. I let go of her waist, reveling in sensation.
As I got closer, I opened my eyes. When I looked at her, our eyes locked together. She let go of my legs and ran her hands up my chest to my neck, squeezing me as she rocked, her eyes boring into me. She squeezed me with her legs as well -- I moved my hands to her legs, still falling into her eyes. I think I made more noise than in a long time. She did something to me at that last instant on the precipice, prolonging it as her eyes got bigger and bigger, the world wavering as I came, pumping into her. We relaxed into kissing, snuggling, and curling up together for a nap.
I woke to a small but firm breast and a very tasty nipple in my mouth. I held and squeezed her, enjoying the satisfaction of skin against skin.
“We need to get going,” she whispered.
I moved my head between her breasts and listened to her heart.
“Equal time, first,” she told me, moving me to the other side.
We got up, got dressed, and headed out. We stopped by our host’s office on the way. She was on the phone, so we waved. She shook her head impatiently and waved us in with a hand.
“I’ve got to go, darling -- I’ll make the arrangements.” She hung up the phone and bounded out of her chair to hug us both. “Roger! You look so much better!”
I hugged her. “Thank you -- please thank Louise for me, and our mysterious visitor with the very talented hands.”
She smiled. “Oh I will -- and Roger, you must promise to take very good care of Barbara.”
I sighed, slipping an arm around Yvette and giving her a hug. “I will.”
We were shown out the front door. Dinner and the evening were in Georgetown. Yvette thought the subway would be far quicker than a cab -- fine with me.
It was a five or six block walk to the nearest station. It was cold out, crisp. About halfway there, I stopped and picked her up, hugging and kissing her. Oh the look on her face when I put her down! What a smile! I leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “We’re being tailed. Your call.”
She pulled me closer, kissing me again. She hugged me and I swung us around. Yup, he was still there, hanging back some.
When I put her down, she gave me another peck on the cheek and growled, “You’re good.”
I laughed and we continued on. We didn’t do anything to shake them. Yvette surprised me when we got to the station. We stood in front of a map and she took care to point out where we were going, even saying the station name out loud, repeating it when I bought my ticket.
We didn’t have to wait very long; the car was moderately crowded so we hugged close.
“Why did you do that?” I whispered in her ear amidst kisses and nibbles.
She returned my nibbles with interest. “Part of the game,” she whispered. “They’re locals, and harmless.”
They? I’d only spotted one.
Leaving the subway, we paused once outside for another long kiss.
“Thank you for a wonderful day,” I told her. “I love the look on your face.”
She wiggled her hips as I held her. “You helped put it there...”
We headed through a park, not in too much of a hurry.
“Shit -- this could be trouble,” I said, spotting three ugly-looking characters headed towards us on the path, feeling Yvette tense up next to me.
“I get the one on the right,” she told me, clearing her nose and throat into her mouth.
I like her -- she plays dirty.
We moved a little to the right on the path. The three heading towards us, two whites and a darker-skinned character, stayed in the middle. If they were looking for trouble, they’d found it.
As we got closer, the lead white trash said, “Ya took a wrong turn, Jack, and it’s going to cost ya.” He reached to a back pocket and flicked open a knife.
“Put that away before you get hurt,” I told him.
He laughed. The other white guy made a grab for Yvette’s purse, saying, “Gimme dat.”
Yvette spit in his face as I took the one with the knife. I moved slightly, inviting his attack, using him as a counterbalance and rotating his arm out of the socket as I put a foot into the ribs of the third guy. I thought I heard bones breaking; wasn’t sure if it was my doing. I tossed my guy on number three, and Yvette dumped hers onto the pile. Yvette’s seemed to be having difficulty breathing, and his right arm was bent funny.
“You okay?” I asked.
She stepped forward and gave the bottom guy a tap in the head with her foot. “Yeah.”
Two overcoat-wearing characters trotted up to us.
“You’re late,” I said, turning to a neutral but quite ready stance.
They looked at the creeps on the ground, then to each other. One of them reached inside his coat.
And stopped real quick, looking at Yvette and me. “Radio,” he told us.
I nodded, and he moved slowly.
The other guy said, “Why don’t you folks take off -- we’ll take care of this.”
“You don’t want us to stick around for a police report?” I asked.
The younger one with the radio shook his head. “Please, no!” He looked at the pile on the ground and grimaced. Yup, looked to be a few bends that weren’t original equipment in there, and some blood.
“You should probably call an ambulance,” Yvette suggested.
“The guy on the bottom was going for something in his back pocket when I interrupted him,” I added.
A dim light went on over my head. These clowns were supposed to keep us out of trouble?
The one sans radio nodded, giving his partner a nasty look.
I held out my hand; we shook. “Thanks -- not a scratch on us.”
“Go,” the one sans radio said, waving us away.
Yvette and I left. “Babysitters?” I asked when we were out of earshot.
She nodded. “Yes, that’s why I wanted to make sure we didn’t lose them.”
I stopped and pulled her to me. “And I thought you just liked to kiss.”
“Oh, but I do,” she said, and kissed me again.
“And just where did you learn to dance like that, my dear?”
“Shin Bet,” she said, looking me in the eye.
I was impressed. Should I ask if she could find out who might have taken out our garbage along the coast of France?
“How much farther?” I asked.
“A few minutes; just on the other side of the park.”
Dark and getting chilly as we walked along. I noticed it in my nose and ears. Something was nagging me -- not a big nag, but something.
I figured it out when I thought I heard something behind us. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. I pushed Yvette to the side of the path behind a concrete trash container. We didn’t have our friendly tail anymore, as they were taking care of the amateurs we met -- leaving us open for the professionals.
I turned to the sound of someone running towards us, ready to pay for my sins, but only after I made someone pay for theirs.
The younger of the trenchcoat guys ran up to us.
I nodded, smiling a little. “Some days you can’t win,” I told him. I guessed he got chewed out for letting us walk off alone.
“You got that right,” he panted.
Yvette stepped back on to the path, slipping something from her left hand into her coat pocket.
“So who did you piss off to get this assignment?” I asked our tail, now walking on the other side of Yvette.
“Haven’t figured that out yet,” he muttered, giving me a half-smile.
I scowled. “I sure hope you secured those punks before you deserted your partner.”
“Yeah, we did.”
We heard a siren in the distance.
“That’s probably Metro PD,” he told us.
We walked silently through the park, not seeing anyone else. We crossed the street to a line of nice looking brownstones. Yvette led us to the low gate in front of number 645 and opened it.
“Hope you enjoyed the walk,” I told our tail.
He nodded with a lopsided smile and gave us a half-wave.
Yvette walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. As it opened I walked in behind her.
Francie was standing just inside the door; I swept past her and picked Barbara up, wrapping her in a kiss and hug. My cold hands started their way underneath her sweater.
“You’re cold!” she shrieked.
“And I know a very good way to get warm,” I told her, nuzzling her neck with my cold nose.
“Get away!” she said laughingly, pushing me.
I started to pout, but Francie grabbed me. We ended on the couch with her partially on top of me, warming me very nicely.
Someone pried us apart, though, so we could have dinner. I took a few minutes to clean up, scrubbing my hands clean.
Dinner was fun; pasta with a good meat sauce, red wine, salad, good conversation.
Between bites of salad I looked to Barbara. She had the strangest look on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Did I grow a third eye or something?”
She shook her head, eyebrows knitted together. “You’re so relaxed! What happened?”
I looked to Yvette; she shrugged. So did I. “Had a good day, I guess.”
“I’ll guess!” Barbara exclaimed, putting a hand on my back. “Well something certainly happened!”
I started laughing. Yes, I guess I was a different person than the one she watched ride off this morning. I leaned closer. “I love you,” I whispered, and kissed her neck.
“I love you too -- what happened?” she insisted.
I shrugged again. “I asked Yvette to slap me.”
“And?” Barbara asked.
Yvette tilted her head slightly. “I slapped him,” she replied.
Barbara looked curiously at both of us.
“How’s the moving going?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
She sighed and shook her head. “All done except for loading things onto the van, which happens tomorrow morning.”
“How about your car?” I asked.
She smiled and shook her head. “Don’t have one.”
Now it was my turn with the strange looks.
She laughed, as did Francie and Yvette.
“I haven’t needed one. I’m sure I’ll get one; you don’t have the availability of transportation we do here.”
I had to agree with that. “Schedule for tomorrow?”
She smiled a bit. “Sleep in, brunch, make sure everything is loaded up, fly home.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me.”
We spent a while talking after dinner. I got the feeling our wedding would be in Switzerland, with receptions in the U.S. A masseuse arrived for Barbara; they headed upstairs. I was shown to a large guest bedroom. I ended up in bed with Francie and Yvette. I’m pretty sure someone clued Francie in to my weaknesses; she squeezed and held me deliciously.
But I woke in Barbara’s arms. I held her, and she held me. We snuggled and whispered, “I love you.”
“Brunch in 45 minutes,” a voice told us after a polite knock on the door.
Barbara sighed and started to get up. I pulled her back to say goodbye for the day.
Breakfast smelled good as we headed down the stairs after showering and packing. Hey, it wasn’t even 11 yet! I was looking forward to a cup of hot coffee.
But was I looking forward to Angela Richards sitting at the table?
She put down her coffee cup and stood.
“Good morning,” I told her, sweeping her into a hug. On the thin side for my tastes, but everyone needs hugs.
She smiled nicely as I helped her sit down. I held a chair for Barbara, then took a seat.
“Up so early?” Francie asked with a smirk, bringing a platter of scrambled eggs from the kitchen.
We’d just started eating when Yvette arrived -- I didn’t even know she’d gone! But I got up and gave her a big hug and kiss, and put her in a chair.
With a big smile she told us everything was packed and on its way -- the truck and its crew arrived at eight, just finished up, and she’d have the sausages please, and the jam.
As things were winding down, I looked to Angela. “What brings you by?” I asked.
She smirked and shook her head, giving Barbara a curious look. “I was beginning to wonder that myself.”
Francie folded her napkin. “Why don’t you finish your coffee in the living room?” she suggested.
I’d had enough, but topped off Barbara and Angela before we moved.
“I imagine you’re here because I was a basket case when we got here yesterday,” I suggested as we sat down.
Barbara and Angela both nodded.
“So I was told!” Angela remarked. “What happened?”
“Something happened yesterday,” Barbara muttered.
“Told you; I asked Yvette to slap me, and she did.”
“Yvette!” called Barbara.
She came in. “Yes?”
“What happened yesterday?” Barbara asked.
“In the park?” she responded.
“No, before that, I think,” I threw in.
“What happened in the park?” Barbara queried.
“Oh, not much,” I told them. “Something did happen earlier, though.”
“And?” Angela asked.
I sat back, putting an arm around Barbara and making room for Yvette to sit next to me so I could hold her as well.
“You know,” I started in, “One of our yoga instructors, Bob, talked me into going on a week long meditation retreat a few years ago.” Yvette snuggled up to me.
“In one sense, it was really boring. We sat in meditation from before sunup until the sun went down, and then had a couple of hours of lectures before going off to bed. Sitting there for hours, focusing on the breath, back to the breath...”
I squeezed Yvette, and Barbara. “And more of what we did makes sense now. Something happened yesterday. A lot of crap I’d been carrying around is gone. What was it? Why? What changed?”
I paused and smiled, waiting for someone to take the bait.
“Well?” Barbara asked.
I squeezed her again. “It doesn’t matter! Those questions are traps! It’s gone, it’s past!”
Angela nodded. “And how will you deal with these problems when they recur?”
I wiggled around a bit, lifting my right cheek off the couch a bit and farting.
Angela smirked. “A suitably Zen response. You should read Cope’s book, Yoga and the Search for True Self.”
My turn to nod. “Folks keep suggesting that one.”
We talked for a while. Angela had questions. Some times I had answers, but mostly, I’d take things as they came. That’s the great thing about tomorrow -- it comes whether you’re ready for it or not. Angela had some suggestions -- look for patterns, try to build a normal life. I told her I was very much interested in dull and boring, at least for a while.
Then she sent me out of the room for a while. I grabbed Yvette and pulled her with me, surprise surprise. We necked for a while with her sitting in my lap.
But this too had to pass... Angela pronounced that we were doing well, and would continue to do so, as long as we looked after each other. I told Barbara we needed another vacation. She smiled and agreed.
Francie and Yvette put the three of us in a cab to National airport. We lucked out -- didn’t even have to take off our shoes. We parted with Angela just inside security. Yes, we’d keep in touch.
Walking to our gate, I put my arm around Barbara. “That’s what I need, touch. I need you,” I told her.
Such a wonderful smile!
“Let’s go home,” I whispered, and gave her a kiss.
END of Part 15
Rev 2010/02/10
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By silli_artie@hotmail.com
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