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From: "June's Son" <junesson@NO-hotmail-SPAM.com>
Subject: {ASSM} She was Gone (MF Rom)
Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2003 05:10:05 -0400
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Here's my second attempt! Thanks for all those who sent feedback about
"Heather", it was much appreciated. As always, constructive criticism and
suggestions are welcome!

Per usual: If you're not of age or this isn't legal in your area, please
move on.

--

She came home from work glowing.

"You look happy! How was your day?" I asked, looking up from the paper that
sat on the kitchen table in my small apartment. She was living with me for a
semester so she could finish up her school. I had chased her for years in
college. She never really caved to my attentions.

"He came in today!" she exclaimed, as she shed her Polo work shirt, exposing
the thin, white T underneath. Her light pink bra was barely visible.

"Ah, well..how did that go?" I replied, in a somewhat darker tone.

"Well, he brought me a ring over lunch break..."

That stopped me in my tracks. I had hoped she'd stay with me, but I
half-knew that he would come for her. It was really more of a question of
'when' than 'if'.
"I assume your gonna leave then?" I sat back in the chair, and leaned it
back against the wall. I studied the paper on the table again, noticing it's
frayed edges and the intricate smudges of the print.

"Maybe, oh, I don't know." She paused, and sighed. "Yeah...I am."

"Well, you can stay as long as you need; and keep whatever you want in the
spare bedroom," I half mumbled. I laid my head over onto my right arm, and
just watched her, standing in the bedroom doorway. She was looking right
back at me.

"I'm sorry."

My eyes misted over. I knew she could see it happen. She always caught the
details.

"You know I care for you a whole bunch, but you're something different than
he is. The same amount, but different."

It was little consolation. She started towards me, and I turned back to the
table and tried to hold my composure. She got to me and sat down in my lap,
her arms pulling me into a hug. My head instinctively found her shoulder,
where it had lain so many times. I nuzzled her neck, feeling her hair around
my face. She smelled good; she always did.

"Please."

I just stayed on her shoulder.

She pulled away some, and turned my face to hers with her offhand. We kissed
like we had all those countless times - just like we had that morning, but
now it was different. I felt it, she knew it; we stayed in our embrace.
We found our way back to our...no...my bedroom. I studied her like I always
did. I found the same familiar curves, the same smooth skin, and those
little moans and sighs that were burned into my soul.

-

We laid there in silence for what seemed like hours afterwards, my hand
idling playing with her hair. I knew she liked that, as it always put her to
sleep. I shifted some as I felt her breathing slow, and her muscles relax a
little. I saw the tracks of dried tears on her face.

"I guess this is goodbye," I thought as I drifted into sleep.

-

The sun's first rays woke me since the curtains weren't pulled. I took a
moment to adjust.

She was gone.

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