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Copyright 1999 by E. Z. Riter. 

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com      

Please!        Give me your comments! 

Dear Reader, This was written as part of a story contest conducted by Mat Twassel.  The story
was inspired by a painting by Hopper.  The painting may be found at
http://www2.iinet.com/art/20th/american/hopper/hopper08.ipg 
I hope you enjoy the painting and this little tale it inspired.  E.Z. 


EVE'S DROPPING

"Eve, we shouldn't be doing this.  They might recognize you."

"My back is toward him and she doesn't know me.  He said he would tell her today.  About
us, I mean.  Phyllis, you have to help me.  You read lips so well.  Please read theirs!  What are
they saying?"

"She's his wife, Eve.  Do you really think he'll tell her about the two of you?"

"He doesn't love her. He loves me. He told me so. "

"All right.  But, I don't like eavesdropping."

"Oh, thanks, Phyllis. What are they saying?"

"Small talk.  The angles are bad.  Some words I can't read."  

"What can you read?"

"Don't talk.  Let me concentrate."

"But, I want..."

"Sshhhh.  Oh, Eve, he's not telling her about you.  She already knows!  He's describing your
body, your breasts in his hands, your feel under him.  Look! I want to stop this.  Let's leave."

"No. Please. Please keep reading."

"She's laughing.  Wait! Eve.... Eve, she wants to know when she can have you."

"What?"

"Oh, Eve!  Tonight.  He is saying he will share you tonight.  'Such a wild little wench.  I know
you will enjoy her, dear, probably more than the last one,' he says."

"The last one?"

"She's leaning forward. She's saying, 'We can both have delightful times with her after I teach
your little playmate how women make love.'"

"No. Please say you're teasing, Phyllis!"

"I'm not teasing, Eve."

"Make love to a woman?  Tonight?  Oh, my God!"

The End.

