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 Archive name: twas.txt (FF, rom)
 Authors name: Lisa and Sharon (BYMSAP@aol.com)
 Story title : 'Twas the Day After Christmas 1/2

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 'Twas the Day After Christmas  1/2 (FF, rom)
 By 
 Lisa and Sharon

	Christmas Eve was quiet.  It was not a quiet of
 peace and contentment.  It was a quiet of emptiness and
 loneliness.  When you're bi and have had your girl-
 friend around since college days, you know that the
 possibility exists that for one of you, or both, Mr.
 Right might someday come along.  With things as they
 are, it could even be a Ms. Right who separates you.
  
	That's fine when it's an abstract concept. It's
 something else entirely when it's Christmas and your
 best friend and lover is 1200 miles away with HIM!
 It's shit, that's what it is!  You can rationalize the
 situation saying that it was inevitable and that if it
 did have to happen, at least it's with a nice guy who
 makes her happy.  Rationalizations though don't go very
 far when your sweet Sheila has chosen to spend her
 first Christmas in years away from you and with someone
 else.  Under the circumstances he may be Mr. Right to
 her, but for the moment, regardless of how nice a guy
 he might be, he's still just Charlie Dufus to you!

	You can try and say that it has been becoming
 an increasing possibility.  That job of hers that she
 loves so has done its part.   It has taken her away
 from you emotionally and intellectually, not to mention
 physically for more days that it has permitted you to
 be together.  It has been a wedge.  Even when the two
 of you could be together, there was no longer the same
 spiritual oneness.  Your lives, which for several years
 had been so closely intertwined that for days on end
 you might be apart for no longer than it takes to go
 to the bathroom, have taken divergent paths.  And now
 HE is there to create another wedge between you.

	Of course you and she had talked about someday
 meeting a nice guy and getting married and having kids.
 Funny, but the only times you had ever talked like that
 had always been as pillow talk while cuddling together
 after making love.  Sigmund Freud would probably have
 loved to explore the symbolism in THAT!

	You can try and put a good face on and make the
 best of things.  You can say that a quiet Christmas Day
 spent reading and all cuddled up in a big quilt is just
 what you need.  You can even do your darndest and try
 and make yourself believe it.  Unfortunately that
 doesn't last longer than the moment you wake up in an
 empty bed on Christmas morning aching to cuddle her
 and have her cuddle you back.

                         ***

	That was how Linda felt as she started to make
 her third cup of tea.  The bed had felt so empty when
 she woke up.  That emptiness swept through her soul
 when she remembered Sheila was in another bed so very
 far away.  Was she awake yet?  Was she making love with
 him?  Oh God just don't let her come home with a huge
 rock on her finger!  She's my best friend and I want
 the world for her, but I can't deal with THAT!  Maybe
 later, but not just now!

	As planned, Linda tried to lose herself in a
 book, but found she read the same page over and over
 and over.  Wrapping herself in her favorite quilt felt
 like putting fancy gildwork on a frame of rotted wood.
 The outside looked perfect but the inside was devas-
 tated.  The only saving grace was that she had stayed
 up ever so late watching movies and had slept late in
 turn so that this sad, miserable, empty day was over
 half over.  

	Linda knew she could not just sit here making
 herself sick inside.  A book hadn't helped the situa-
 tion, and she knew nothing in her video collection
 would cure her.  She had no desire to use her computer
 to redirect her mind.  Finally Linda decided to do
 something she very seldom did, go for a walk.  

	There was a lovely little park not very far
 from her home.  She had driven by it countless times
 and it had always looked inviting.  There were woods
 and a little pond and it looked just like a magical
 little retreat in the middle of the world's hassle.
 Sometimes she had seen walkers and joggers enjoying
 the park and she had often promised herself that
 someday she would explore the place.  But like so many
 self-promises this one had always been shunted to the
 side as 'more urgent' business demanded attention.

	It was a cold day so Linda bundled herself in
 warm things.  She was not so much of an outdoors girl
 that jogging or brisk activity could generate enough
 body heat to keep her warm.  No, she thought sadly,
 her best activities were of a vastly different nature
 where body heat was usually no problem!  And that
 wouldn't help her now.

	The park was deserted when she arrived.  As she
 left the parking lot behind her and ventured down a
 path, Linda felt a peace and contentment come over her.
 The air was clean and cold.  The woods, though heavily
 used throughout the year, today felt pure and untram-
 meled.  Everybody else must have been off busy with
 Christmas dinner for she was alone with herself and
 nature.  As she walked, little chickadees flittered
 about seeking an afternoon snack among the leaf-litter.
  
	The path looped back towards the parking lot
 before looping off in another direction towards the
 pond.  As Linda came out of the woods by the parking
 lot there was another car parked near hers.  A tall
 woman was busy doing stretching exercises.  From her
 activity and her garb she was obviously a jogger.  As
 Linda approached her she could see that the woman was
 quite attractive as well.  The sweats that the woman
 was wearing could not completely disguise the figure
 within and Linda recalled something she had once heard:
 that if a woman looked good IN sweats, then she had to
 look fantastic OUT of them!  She blushed as she thought
 of this and couldn't help undressing the woman in her
 mind.  Another warmth flooded through her, one that
 hadn't been created by her walk!

	As they neared, the woman glanced up and noticed
 Linda's approach.  Her features were almost supermodel
 gorgeous and yet there was still a warmth and humanity
 to them.  Linda could not help but smile and say hello.
 The woman straightened up and smiled back. Though Linda
 had always hated the fact that the winter sun always
 seemed to glare directly into her eyes, this time its
 angle was worth it as for a brief moment the sun's rays
 caught in the woman's long, brown hair and brought it
 alive with fire and brilliance.  It was almost like
 something you would see on a TV commercial, but here in
 the park on a cold, Christmas afternoon it was almost
 magical.

	"It looks like we have the place to ourselves
 today.  Everybody else must be busy."

	A shadow of sadness passed over Linda as the
 woman's words brought back an awareness of Sheila and
 a wondering of just how busy she might be at the moment.
 It must have shown on her face, for the woman looked on
 her with concern.

	"Is everything OK? For a second there you looked
 as though all the joy inside you just drained out."

	Normal interpersonal skills and customs would
 dictate a response of "Oh no, everything's fine."  But
 as Linda looked into this woman's eyes something
 happened inside her.  She felt as though this was a
 person who genuinely cared.  Someone who had asked out
 of genuine concern and not out of superficial observa-
 tion or 'politeness.'  Someone who would listen and who
 would understand.

	Though normally not one to open herself so
 readily, Linda found herself telling this stranger why
 she had just felt as she did.  And as she had expected,
 the woman did not recoil from the small, intimate
 confession from an unknown passerby, but instead
 expressed her own sadness at Linda's unfortunate turn
 of events.  Her voice, her face, her entire demeanor
 backed up the sincerity of her words.  

	Linda and the woman by silent yet mutual assent
 began to walk down the pond path.  Linda found herself
 revealing more about herself and her about life with
 Sheila.  The woman in turn spoke how she had been
 involved with a man, indeed someone she had thought
 might have been 'the ONE,' until she discovered a short
 time ago that she had hardly been 'his only.'  And that
 this had not been the first time something like that
 had happened to her.  Though she admitted that she had
 never been involved with another woman in the way Linda
 had been with Sheila, she conjectured that when your
 heart and soul were hurting, the gender of the person
 who had created the hurt didn't really matter.  The
 hurt was just as real and as painful.

	And so as the two women walked they shared
 little stories and confidences.  Though strangers so
 briefly before, they expressed things to each other
 that they had only shared with a few other, if even
 then.  They were well past halfway around the pond,
 and even further down the path of their developing
 friendship, when it suddenly came to each of them that
 they didn't even know each other's name!  They laughed,
 paused, introduced themselves, and then continued with
 their walk and their soul talk.

	By the time Linda and Claire were back to the
 parking lot each felt as though they had been friends
 for ages!  Each felt as though in the other they had
 truly discovered a kindred spirit.  Claire retrieved
 a notebook and pen from her car and the two exchanged
 addresses and phone numbers.  They both expressed their
 desire to get together again very soon for lunch or
 coffee.  They gave each other a parting hug that was
 surprisingly snug given the duration of their
 acquaintance, and yet was hardly so given the intimacy
 that had magically developed between them.  Before
 slipping completely from Claire's embrace, Linda looked
 straight into Claire's eyes.  A murmured "Thank You"
 was all she said.  Claire did not reply verbally, but
 looked deeply into Linda's eyes.  A mysterious, almost
 Mona Lisa smile came to Claire's lips.  

	The moment passed and the two women got into
 their cars and drove off.  Linda felt so good inside.
 She was so happy that she had gone to the park.  The
 evening passed quickly as she flittered about the
 house.  After a little snack and a shower, she tucked
 herself into bed.  But before going to bed she suddenly
 felt compelled to do something.  She got out the piece
 of paper with Claire's number on it and punched the
 seven digits into her phone.  She felt as nervous as a
 schoolgirl as she heard the rings at the other end of
 the line.  She also felt panic as all sorts of horrible
 thoughts raced through her head.  What if she's not
 there?  What is someone else answers?  What if I read
 all the signals wrong and she really was just being a
 nice person but doesn't truly wish to be bothered by
 me?

	Then there was that voice.  That beautiful voice
 belonging to that beautiful woman who she had just met
 and yet who seemed so special to her.

	"Hi Claire.  It's me, Linda.  I just wanted to
 call and say how nice it was meeting you today.  I glad
 I met you and I loved our little talk.  I guess I just
 wanted to say, 'Thank You'.  For everything."

	There was silence at the other end of the line
 for a moment and Linda felt that maybe she had over-
 stepped herself and that her fears were coming true.
 Then she heard Claire's words.

	"You're welcome Linda, though you really don't
 have to thank me for anything.  I'm glad I happened to
 be there when you needed someone.  Meeting you today
 was special for me too, in ways you don't know.  I'm
 just really glad I decided to go to the park today and
 I really hope that we can get together again."

	There was a long pause as each woman searched
 for words to express what they were feeling and wanted
 to share.  The same magical kinship they felt while
 they had walked in the park was there again.  In the
 pause in the conversation, each felt a joy in the bit
 of electronic connection that existed between them,
 though neither knew quite how to express the bond she
 was feeling.  Their sudden lack of words was surprising
 given the easy with which the conversation had flowed
 at the park.  Linda felt herself very attracted to
 Claire, in all respects, and was a bit unnerved by how
 intensely she felt that attraction despite the brevity
 of their relationship.  Claire had not stopped thinking
 about Linda since she had left the park.  She too felt
 an incredible attraction, even in ways she had never
 before experienced and with which she did not quite
 know how to deal.  

	Finally, after bits of disjointed conversation
 and hesitant expressions of "Take care" and "Sleep
 well", the two women hung up.  Linda turned off the
 light and snuggled under the covers feeling warmer and
 cozier inside than she had in a long time.

                         ***

	The next morning Linda woke up.  Her warm cozy
 feeling was still with her, and didn't evaporate even
 though there was no Sheila.  Linda found her slippers
 and robe and went downstairs for retrieve the Sunday
 paper from the front steps and to pop the kettle on.
 She was part way through her first cup of tea and the
 circulars when the doorbell rang.  Linda went to open
 the door and was amazed to find Claire standing there.

	Claire looked ten times more beautiful than she
 had the afternoon before.  No sweats today, Claire was
 wearing a magnificent full length fur that was almost
 the same shade as her long, flowing hair.  Linda was
 so pleased to see her that she was almost speechless,
 though she did manage a hello and to invite Claire in.
 The look in her eyes though said it all as she posi-
 tively beamed!  Standing in the foyer, Claire in one
 way seemed a little nervous, but Linda could sense from
 the warmth of Claire's gaze that there was much more
 going on within her.  Claire surprised her when she
 started to speak and asked Linda not to interrupt or
 she would never be able to say what she wanted to.

 See Part 2...


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