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From: "Wandering Lanes" <wanderinglanes@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] The Plan  {MF Rom}
Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 07:10:04 -0400
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Find enclosed an entry for the Summer Solstice Rom Festival, I'm not sure if 
this really counts as romantic, so comments please.

Normal disclaimers apply to this story.

A single step starts a long journey  ;-}

    Wandering Lanes.


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He sat alone. His table was on the patio where he could see the cars as they 
pulled into the restaurant parking lot. He waited for her and wondered what 
to expect.

As arranged he was wearing a pink carnation, it was so contrived, he could 
almost expect her to say something about swallows flying back to Capistrano. 
But that was how the 'Sweethearts Club' arranged for them to know each 
other. It wasn't that he was really lonely, but he'd been out of the circuit 
for several years following the death of his wife, he mused for a while 
about her.

They'd met at school, her name was Rachael, she didn't really like him at 
first, she'd admitted it to him on their third date, by the sixth they knew 
they were made for each other. When they graduated from high school and went 
to college they managed to get a mixed room together, and, although they 
studied different subjects, helped each other with their work.

Rachael was everything to him, they married in the summer of '88, right 
after they got their degrees, children soon followed, a son - Michael, and a 
daughter - Cathy, the next year, their parents were happy to watch over the 
children while Rachael and he worked away, now their skills complemented 
their work, and partnerships bent over backwards to try to get their 
expertise. He'd studied business law, Rachael had studied Criminal law, they 
were the fast rising newcomers to the profession, Michael and Cathy were 
their stabilising base they could relax with their children and looked 
forward to watching them grow.

Then in '96 it happened - Rachael was shopping with Michael when a 
drunk-driver hit their car, the paramedics said that they wouldn't have 
known anything about it. He was left to explain to Cathy why her mother and 
brother wouldn't be coming back home again.

The next few years had him wrapping himself up in his work, Cathy was used 
to staying with her grandparents for days on end, and she learnt to look 
after herself. It wasn't until he arrived home late one day to find his ten 
year old daughter had cooked him a meal that he realised what he was doing, 
he broke down in front of her and apologised for neglecting her when she 
needed him.

She was very adult about it, holding his head in her arms and telling him 
that she was alright, she knew that she would have her dad back as he used 
to be.

And so she did, He cut down on the number of cases that he worked on, He 
found that his bank balance was healthy and so he took a month off work, 
taking his daughter to Disneyland for a week, then they explored Florida and 
then a two week cruise on the Caribbean.

It was the happiest time of his life, as well as Cathy's, he returned to 
work refreshed and more relaxed than he'd been in years, The following year 
he went camping with Cathy, and the two grew closer.  But lately he'd 
noticed that Cathy was starting to be secretive, it was so unusual for her, 
but he put it down to the fact that she was growing up.

Then a week ago she brought up the subject that he'd been dreading;

"Dad? Why is it that you don't date anyone, I'm sure mum wouldn't mind." He 
tried to say that he was too busy, that he wouldn't be good company, but it 
was no use, she wouldn't listen. She even came into work with him one day to 
size up the women in his office, but she declared them unsuitable. It was 
Cathy who signed him up to the agency - Sweethearts Club - and placed his 
details onto their database. After two days they replied with a prospective 
match, and suggested this restaurant for the meeting, although he'd receive 
her photograph (Sandra her name is - he reminded himself) they suggested the 
flower to give positive identification, 'it was right out of a film' he 
thought.

And so here he was, waiting for Sandra to arrive, it was strange he was 
slightly apprehensive, would she approve of him? Would he be able to talk to 
her without making a fool of himself? It was almost as bad as when he was in 
High school and trying to date then.

It was with relief when he saw a car drive up and recognised the woman 
getting out of it, it was Sandra, she was wearing her carnation as well, she 
looked around for a moment and then spotted him, she waved, he couldn't help 
but think that he's seen her somewhere before. But then he was like that, 
meet some one at work and then five minutes later forget about them, but he 
never forgot a client, he'd learnt how to pigeonhole their names and faces. 
But there was something about Sandra that was familiar.

She arrived at his table, he got up and pulled out her chair, making sure 
that she was comfortable before pushing it into place, and then he sat down 
in front of her.

"That's nice," She said, "It's a bit old-fashioned but I liked it." She 
commented.

He smiled, "I'm sorry, it was a habit I got into and could never get out 
of." He explained; she shook her head.

"No. it's alright, it's just that chivalry's gone out of the window 
nowadays," she said, "It's nice to meet someone who isn't tied down to that 
political correctness nonsense that seems to be around." She smiled - she 
had a pretty smile he noticed.

The waiter came round and asked if they wanted to order, Sandra looked at 
the menu and then said, "I don't know what to order," She looked at him and 
said, "Why don't you order for us both?"

He nodded, and then, as if daring himself, suggested escargot just to see 
how she'd react, she smiled at his words and nodded, 'it looks as if this 
might have backfired' he thought, he'd never really tried them himself, but 
then again why not? He ordered two eight ounce steaks with all the trimming, 
they ordered a bottle of red wine to accompany the meal, and the waiter left 
to give the order to the chef.

While they waited for the food they started to talk, it seemed she was also 
working in the law profession, she was attached to a different partnership 
on the other side of town, she had been married, but was now divorced from 
her husband, it was a mutual separation, no expensive arguments, she was 
left with a son, who was twelve, he was visiting his father at the moment, 
he was getting to be a bit concerned about her and had suggested she'd tried 
dating.

He smiled, "yes my daughter's the same", he said, and then he talked about 
himself. Sandra was sad about the loss of his wife and son, but happy that 
Cathy had adjusted, he smiled about that and then went on to explain how 
he'd almost alienated Cathy with his inability to cope.

"I'm surprised she's still with me, she's stayed with her grandparents for 
so long! But I've tried to make up for that." He explained about the 
holidays they've spent, Sandra sighed.

"I wish I could get away to do something like that! Chris has been so good 
and understanding about our divorce, John (my ex-partner) couldn't see what 
was so interesting about Law, and why I had to be away at such daft hours or 
for so long, that's the main reason we parted." She said with a wistful 
smile on her face.

Their discussion was interrupted by the arrival of the snails. He smiled at 
Sandra,

"After you." He said,

"Oh no, you ordered them, you should have the first go." She replied 
smiling, and so gritting his teeth (well not actually doing so) he took the 
first shell in the tongs and speared the meat inside with the fork and 
pulled it out, placing it in his mouth and quickly chewing it.  It wasn't as 
bad as he had imagined it to be and he drained the remaining liquid out of 
the shell to follow the meat.

"That's nice." He said, offering the tongs to Sandra, "Now it's your turn." 
She took the challenge in good heart and quickly speared and ate the next 
shellful. She smiled at the taste.

"I'd never thought I'd do that." She confided to him, "But you're right, 
they do taste nice." Between them they demolished the remaining snails, and 
both were looking through the shells for any remaining. He laughed out loud, 
something he'd not done in years.

"Should we order more?" he asked her.

Sandra shook her head, "Better not, we won't have room for the main meal." 
They both took a drink of wine and carried on talking, he found himself 
liking Sandra as the time wound on, they compared notes on their lives at 
the moment, finding strange similarities in themselves, over the main meal 
they talked about work, finding out that they'd been sparing partners in a 
couple of cases, it was strange they remembered the cases but hadn't really 
noticed each other before, they both apologised (at the same time) for this 
which caused them both to laugh again.

By the time dessert was ready they were both comfortable with each other 
that it seemed natural for him to invite her back to his house for a 
night-cap, she graciously accepted, which then brought up another problem, 
although they hadn't drunk too much of the wine, both didn't think they 
should drive home, so they asked the waiter if a taxi could be called for 
and they handed their car keys over to the valets who assured them that they 
would be kept under strict supervision.

Soon they were outside his front door, still laughing over - nothing in 
particular in fact, but it was very funny they thought!

He opened the door and warning Sandra to be quiet, as Cathy was still at 
home, although when she heard them arrive she quickly ran upstairs to be in 
bed, pretending to be asleep, He looked into her bedroom, just to make sure, 
he called out to her, but she didn't reply, he crept out silently closing 
the door, and returned downstairs to the living room.

"She's out like a light." He told Sandra, "Now what do you want? Coffee or 
something stronger?"

She thought for a moment, "Well as the night seems to be going fine so far, 
why not something else?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

He went to his cocktail cabinet and brought out a decanter of brandy, he 
took two glasses and walked back to where Sandra was sitting on the sofa, 
her legs folded beneath her, she was looking at a picture on a table, He 
followed her eyes,

"That was my wife, Rachael, the boy with her was my son, Michael, the girl 
with them is Cathy." He told her, she shook her head.

"She was very pretty, and it looks like you were very happy together," 
Sandra observed.

He gave a sigh, "We were," he said, "we were. It's been so long since we 
lost them."

Sandra was puzzled, "We?" and then she remembered, "Oh yes, Cathy and you, 
sorry." She put her hand on his shoulder; he reached up and held it,

"It's strange," he said, "You never really let go of them, sometimes I 
expect to open the bedroom door and see her there on the bed sleeping, but I 
know she's gone forever."

Sandra pulled him to her, the drinks forgotten, "No! Not forever, she was a 
part of you, and will never be replaced, remember that!" she said, she knew 
from experience how deep such pains could be, her father was killed by a 
robber, she kept the memory of her father alive in her heart.

He felt the warmth of her arms as she held him, and his listened to her 
words, in a small part he was comforted by them, and the wisdom that seemed 
to lie behind them, against his better judgement he lifted his head and 
kissed her cheek, she turned slightly and their lips met.

The years of celibacy struck him with the force of a volcano, he'd missed 
the warmth of a partner for so long, and Sandra was feeling the same way, oh 
yes she had tried the false way of pleasuring herself, but the thought of 
her son hearing her always stopped her from doing too much, she found 
herself undoing the buttons on his shirt, his tie was already lost along 
with his jacket, his hands were busy as well, pulling at the zip on her 
dress.

"We can't do anything down here," Sandra said, he agreed.

"No, we can't." then he smiled at her, "But my bedroom is away from Cathy's 
and she'll never disturb me!" he took her hand and they both got up from the 
sofa. And he led the way; Sandra grabbed hold of her handbag as they walked.

They finally arrived at his bedroom and they entered, Sandra allowing her 
dress to fall to the ground, leaving her in stocking, panties and bra. He 
was quickly removing his trousers, leaving his socks and jockey shorts, they 
wasted no time, she rushed into his arms and started kissing him, wallowing 
in the feel of his light stubble as their lips interlocked, he was busy 
undoing the clasp on her bra.

Their clothes were thrown off in the frenzy of their passion, which had be 
locked away from the world, by each other until the fuse was lit. He lifted 
Sandra up and placed her on the bed, their lips seemingly locked together as 
if by superglue, he positioned himself when Sandra stopped him.

"I can't, not today, it's the wrong time." At the look on her face she then 
said, "But Chris did give me some condoms just in case" she smiled,
"I think he suspected something might happen." She reached into her bag and 
pulled out several packets, which he undid and quickly wrapped around his 
throbbing member, she reached up to him and pulled him down and into her.

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 From the doorway Cathy was peeking, she quickly ran back to her room picked 
up her phone and dialled a number; a sleepy voice answered her call.

"Chris?" she asked, when he said yes she carried on, "They're doing it, the 
plan worked! They fell for it all." She babbled into the phone.

Chris at the other end just smiled, "Did she put on the thingys?" he asked, 
Cathy said yes (she had watched for that), Chris laughed, "I wonder if 
she'll find the pinholes I put in them."

And the two children laughed, their plan to bring their parents together had 
worked!





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