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Subject: {ASSM} A Story - One Last Dance
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 17:10:04 -0500
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Good live music always takes my mind off things. This band was excellent,
with the two girls working their act and the horn player just on queue. The
club was full and the people all looked good. Well dressed and ready to
play. So many girls, ladies, women, each in their own way looking fine. Some
would smile or look my way with an inviting gaze. Everything was there for a
fun night, but my heart was just not in it. I tired to talk to a lovely lady
who positioned herself next to me. What charm I had was just not there, the
smooth words did not flow, and I seemed and felt so awkward.

It was over between Carol and me. I knew it, she felt it, but it didn't make
it any easier. I needed a change, she needed a change. Something had to
change. It was just that time when all the magic seemed to be gone. It had
been fun. It had been more than fun. We knew each other, we loved each
other, we soothed each other. My brain knew it, my body felt, but heart just
didn't understand.

How long would it be this time before I met another lady like Carol? I just
don't meet women like her every day.

Well, with this attitude I was depressing the whole club, so I finished what
was left of my beer and walked out. It was a fall night, not really cold, it
just seemed that way.

When I made it to my car, I stood there and looked at it shining under the
lights. I though about how Carol would lecture the valet parking guys.

"Now you take good care of this car!" she would say.

"Yes mam!" they would say with a smile. Carol always made people smile.

"Shit," I thought I have to got snap out of this.

I started up that big engine and listened to it purr. As I put in drive, my
car phone lit up. I knew the digital display numbers by heart. I felt an
irregular pulse as I put the phone to my ear.

"Michael, .. Michael, where are you?" she asked. She used to always end her
sentences to me with baby or honey or something like that.

"Ah,.I'm ah,.well, I was." I stammered around.

"Michael, why don't you come on over?"

"Well,.. Carol,.. I was..its, just that.well," I could quite seem to say
anything.

"Come on over, we'll just talk."

"Well,..ah.. Yeah, Okay," I said. " I'll be there in a minute."

I could have close my eyes and driven to her place. I knew every turn and
bend in the road.

"Was this a good idea?" I wondered. The last time few times I was over
there, things had not gone to well. We always seemed to argue about
something, but now I can't remember what those arguments were about.

Turn left at the gas station, right at the stop sign, park at the third
house on the left. Her little porch light was on.

I looked at the clock on the dash. It was only 10:30, but it seemed much
later than that. I walked up to the door and I could hear her unlocking all
those locks I had installed. She was wearing the full length white bath robe
I had bought her. She had on those wool socks she liked to wear when her
feet got cold.

"Hey," she said. I thought for a second she was going to reach out and touch
my cheek with her palm, but she didn't.

Everything looked the same. I looked over to the mantel where she had all of
her pictures. Last time, she had taken all of the ones of us down. It made
me feel good to see she put the big framed one of us taken in San Francisco
back up. It was a good picture and I liked to see it. There was a small but
cozy fire burning in that little fireplace.

She walked over to the couch and I followed her. We both sat down, but not
as close as we used to.

"So are you okay?" she asked.

"Sure, I'm fine," I said. What a lie. She knew it. I wanted to talk to her,
but I didn't know what to say. How odd, me with nothing to say.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"No,.. ah..not really, I'm okay." I said.

"Are you thirsty, do you want something to drink?"

"No,.. ah..not really, I'm okay."

"I'm having some hot coca, would you like some?"

"No,.. ah..not really, I'm okay...Yeah, I would like some hot chocolate.
Sure that's sounds good."

"Okay then," she said.

She rose from the couch and walked to the kitchen. As she walked away I
looked at her curves. Even in that white terry cloth bath robe she looked
good. She always looked good to me. First thing in the morning, right out of
the shower, last thing at night, she always looked good. Man, I was really
having a hard time with this.

She brought me a cup of hot coca, and when I reached up to get the cup, my
hand brushed against hers. Our eyes met for a second and then she sat down.

"Hey, remember that time you dumped that spaghetti in my lap?" she asked.
"My dad thought you were the biggest klutz he had ever seen. He still
doesn't believe you won all those tournaments," she said with a laugh.

"Yeah," I said. "That was pretty funny."

"And that time you bumped his golf cart and spilled his beer all over that
new shirt my mother had just bought him," she said and laughed.

"I never could seem to get it right around your dad," I said.

"Oh, he likes, he really does." She said.

Carol recalled memories, and we laughed. The room seemed to warm up and I
was able to speak again. After a while my coco was gone so she fixed us each
another round. When I reached out for the cup, my hands brushed against hers
and she held the touch for just an instant. Our eyes meet and a small smile
came to her face. She sat down a little closer this time and pulled her legs
up under her. She had me talking now and I told her stories I knew she had
heard many times before. She listened and looked at me with those big bright
eyes.

For a while, it seemed like old times. Just Carol and me sitting on the
couch talking and laughing. Each time she went for more coco, she would sit
a bit closer. Finally, when she had heard me talk long enough, she looked at
me with a look I knew so well. I guess she wanted one last night, so I
kissed her just like I had so many times before.

This kiss was different. Carol and I had been to the moon and back, several
times. We had know red hot passion and we had probed the depths of our
desires. Our sex had been intense. But this was different. There was
something else here. When she put her palm on my cheek I felt something move
between us. Something was going on, but I couldn't tell what it was. As we
kissed, her robe opened and I could see her chest. I ran my hand onto her
and took one of her breasts in my hand. How many times I had played with
her, teased her, slapped her, pinched her, but now all I wanted to do was
hold her, just hold her warm soft breast in my hand.

As I touched her, I became aroused, but not in the same way as I normally
did. Something was different.

She reached her hand down to my pants and checked to see I was hard. When
she stood up, her robe opened and I could she her wonderful flesh. She
pulled me up off the couch and into the bed room. Just before we went into
the room, I stopped and started to talk.

"Carol, I don't." I started to say.

"Hush," she said and put her finger to my lips.

Her bedroom looked the same. The same candles, the same bed cover, the same
dresser. She slipped off her robe and pulled back the bed covers. I dropped
out of my clothes and tried to get in the bed. She made me sit on the edge
and gave me a kiss. She reached her hand down to see that I was still
excited and then she laid across my lap like she always did. I almost always
spanked her before we made love. Usually pretty hard. This time, it didn't
feel right. She raised her ass up and looked back at me.

"Just warm me up a bit," she said.

I raised my hand like I had done so many times, but I just couldn't do it.
Instead, I put my hand on her butt and just rubbed it. I felt how warm she
was and how soft her skin was. My hands went all over her, feeling her body
and her flesh. I was not feeling her for excitement, I was feeling her
because I needed to feel her. I needed to touch her. Because this was
probably the last time I would ever feel her, and I wanted to cherish every
minute. She laid there and let me feel her for a while and then she laid
back in the bed and we made love. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and
pulled her to my chest. I know I was inside of her, but that is not what I
was thinking about. I was soaking in her warmth and wishing I could just
stay right where I was forever.

She was trying to get me going, but I just couldn't get into it. I knew this
night was an illusion and it would not last. We had hurt each other with
stupid comments and the pain had been real. I wanted to hold her, but I just
did not feel like sex. It was time for me to leave. Any more of this would
just be to cruel to my sprit.

I slowly pulled away from her and put my clothes back on. She sat up and put
her robe back on.

She followed me out to the living room. I wanted to say something, but I
could not get any words out.

I just stood there with no idea what to do next. I just knew it was time for
me to go.

"Hey, remember this?" she asked as she pushed the cd player.

An old tune came out. An old tune full of memories. She put her arm on my
shoulder and I just went along. While that old tune played, we slow danced
in her living room. I knew every note in that song and I knew when it ended,
I was going out that door, and I won't be coming back.

The closer the song came to ending, the more I wished it would never end.
All those memories of Carol just flooded through me. All that passion, those
wild nights, all her spirit. All those memories and emotions got tangled up
with the pain of my knowing she and I were moving away. It was hard for me
to handle.

When the song ended, I loosened my arms from her back, then my hands went to
her shoulders and then slowly down her arms, then to her hands and then she
was gone.

She looked up at me.

"Michael? Michael is there something in your eyes? Are your contacts
bothering you?"

I tired to say something but the words just would not come out of my mouth.
I looked off to the side and then I looked down at the floor. She put her
finger on my chin and raised up my face.

"Hey," she said and gently shook my head from side to side.

I couldn't talk. Something was blocking my throat.

"Hey,"' She said and then paused. "I was thinking maybe we could try it
again."

"Really?" I managed to blurt out.

"It won't be the same, Michael," she said as she made me look at her eyes.
"Things will have to change. But we could give it try. What do you think?"

"I'd like that," I somehow managed to choke out.

"It won't be easy and we are both going to have to try. Okay?" she said.

"Okay," I said.

She rubbed something out of the corners of my eyes, and reached over and
pushed repeat on the cd player.

She put her arms back around me and I reached out to her and she was there
again.

That song played over and over and over and we just danced.

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