Part 1 Update

I pushed my shoes off and splayed out on the couch under the window on Friday evening to do some reading. After a little more than an hour, I heard Rachel’s voice drift up from downstairs. We’d had a bit of a fight last weekend, and had thus been avoiding each other all week because of it. We can both be quite petulant, but such moods never endure.

Brandishing a bottle of scotch, she stands in the doorway with an apologetic smile on her face. Her voice is nuanced with an equally repentant tone.

“Hi.” Her fingers flex in a wave. “I come in peace.”

“Hi. Come on in.”

I half sat up and took my glasses off as she crossed the floor to my small refrigerator – on top of which I keep my glassware for moments like this – she poured me a generous nip and some water from the fridge for herself and sat beside me on the arm of the couch. As she sat, she tucked her lip into her mouth as it curled into a furtive smile. I knew immediately what she was thinking. Producing a coin, she played with it a moment.

“You want to play heads or tails?”

Incorrigible and brazen! I knew there was a reason I liked you!

“Neither.” I leaned forward to peck her cheek. “Later.” She slid between my legs, resting her right elbow on my left knee and her left hand on my right thigh.

Apology gave way to mock coyness with just a dash of protest. “But we’re both working tonight!”

“Then it’s something to which you can look forward.”

A derisive smile cracked her face as she stood, pulling me up with her in a surprisingly fluid motion. She took my neck in her hands as we stood. Kissing me gently, she whispered:

“I’ve been ridiculously horny all week.” Her eyes glazed over as her moist lips shifted into position and pressed. She guided my hand over the supple skin under her shirt. “I could – crawl under the desk. Nobody need know.”

She was doing a damn good job of turning me on. The thought entered my head. God, you smell good! Beckoning me with her gentle siren’s song, it took every ounce to resist her.

“Later!” I reiterated, with a chuckle. “My next client is due: last one for the day.”

Her ice blue eyes locked onto me, informing me without saying a word that she would hold me to my promise. I could have sworn that she pouted.

“Go!”

Curling my arm around the small of her back, I hesitated as my fingers ran over her. It’s the fault of her hips. I like my girls curvy, always have, and it was no help that she was begging me to allow her to stay until the last possible moment.

“You’re on with me until close.”

Last client for the week dispensed with, I shelved the bottle of scotch (having decanted no more of it) and logged in to a couple of websites that I visit daily. And there it was: an update from the one known to you as “Nemo”. Six weeks without word – after a prior month of silence – and my reaction is not what you would expect.

I haven’t cried like that in such a long time. Tears sired by rage and birthed by exasperation streamed down my face. I could feel the invective clawing at my throat. And then it waned, as I doubled over in revulsion. How can I dare to think that!


In failure’s wake,​
In that place where shadows dwell,​
Where memories are beyond the sight of sun and moon​
Lies your wish​
Curled and carried on August’s breeze​
As fireworks explode​
Shimmering cascades of red, blue and green​

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