it. How do you know that about me?" she asked.
"I … um…" he said searching his head and then he shook it, and looked at her, a little unfocused, "You know, it kind of irritates me when you have something to say, but are nervous about it, so instead of saying it, you dig and poke at me to see if I'll come up with it from the line of questions you are asking. If you have something, then say it."
Then he stopped and stuck is tongue into his cheek, and looked so endearing suddenly, she almost forgot that last tirade of his. "And I," he started carefully, choosing his words almost one by one, while looking around for answers, "have not known long enough to say that to you. I'm sorry. Something isn't right."
Shaking, she said softly, "No, you were right. Exactly right. That's exactly what I've been doing. I do know something and I am very nervous about telling you, and I'm even more nervous about why it is happening."
She now had his full, undivided attention. "Go on," he pressed softly.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
She got up and walked with hesitant steps, over to the cabinet under the TV. Opening the cabinet, she dug around looking at titles and then dug around some more with slightly more boldness, and then began to laugh. Soon her laugher was turning into something close to hysteria.
He tried to figure out what was going on and failed. Miserably.
"Alright, give,” he told her, “What is this all about? And no dodging."
She was on her knees by this time, laughing and held up her hand, begging him for a bit more time. "I had this…” she started and then fell into another bubbling fit. “I thought that… Oh God this is hysterical! I was so fucking nervous too. I can't believe this shit. Whatever is going on with you, I must have it in spades. Talk about fucking delusional!" she laughed some more.
"What?" Cole demanded, his voice cutting the hysterics from her mind like the reaper's scythe goes through souls.
She got off the floor, closed his cabinet and while continuing to smile, sat down beside him.
"I had this idea when I first got here," she began, "that I had been here before. That I somehow knew things about you there was no way I could possibly know," she offered.
She took a pull from her beer. "So, anyway, one of these things was pretty fucking specific. It wasn't like your favorite color is red and you have a tattoo on your leg. Nothing vague like that, which could have been mentioned or noticed over the time we've been together, or by any number of other explanations, all right? This one was fucking clear, elaborate, and very specific about its facts."
He was listening to her, she noticed. He was listening to her very intently. His attention was so galvanized on her, she was a little slower with the rest of it, "So, this … vision… for lack of a better term, it reveals to me that in your TV cabinet, right over there, were two porno DVDs. One focused on ass, the other on tits. But you don't watch them. You use them as ambiance during poker games where none of you big boys watch them. You just set it on repeating play, turn off the sound, and let them run like mood music or something."
Her giggles started again. "So," she said, rubbing his thigh in a friendly way, "After you said that spiel about me knowing something -- which was dead on, you know. I do that shit all the time -- I figured it was this porno movie thing and I was going to come clean and went over to get the movies. But you don't have porno movies in there! None! The whole thing's just a fucked up delusion and here I have been shaking from it since we got her. Stupid! Right?" she finished and then began to laugh again.
But Cole didn't laugh with her. In fact, he was looking rather puzzled and serious. Then he got up and walked into his bedroom. A few moments later, he came out and set two DVDs down on the coffee table in front of her-- Double D Delirium and Ass Attacked
"I … um…" he said searching his head and then he shook it, and looked at her, a little unfocused, "You know, it kind of irritates me when you have something to say, but are nervous about it, so instead of saying it, you dig and poke at me to see if I'll come up with it from the line of questions you are asking. If you have something, then say it."
Then he stopped and stuck is tongue into his cheek, and looked so endearing suddenly, she almost forgot that last tirade of his. "And I," he started carefully, choosing his words almost one by one, while looking around for answers, "have not known long enough to say that to you. I'm sorry. Something isn't right."
Shaking, she said softly, "No, you were right. Exactly right. That's exactly what I've been doing. I do know something and I am very nervous about telling you, and I'm even more nervous about why it is happening."
She now had his full, undivided attention. "Go on," he pressed softly.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
She got up and walked with hesitant steps, over to the cabinet under the TV. Opening the cabinet, she dug around looking at titles and then dug around some more with slightly more boldness, and then began to laugh. Soon her laugher was turning into something close to hysteria.
He tried to figure out what was going on and failed. Miserably.
"Alright, give,” he told her, “What is this all about? And no dodging."
She was on her knees by this time, laughing and held up her hand, begging him for a bit more time. "I had this…” she started and then fell into another bubbling fit. “I thought that… Oh God this is hysterical! I was so fucking nervous too. I can't believe this shit. Whatever is going on with you, I must have it in spades. Talk about fucking delusional!" she laughed some more.
"What?" Cole demanded, his voice cutting the hysterics from her mind like the reaper's scythe goes through souls.
She got off the floor, closed his cabinet and while continuing to smile, sat down beside him.
"I had this idea when I first got here," she began, "that I had been here before. That I somehow knew things about you there was no way I could possibly know," she offered.
She took a pull from her beer. "So, anyway, one of these things was pretty fucking specific. It wasn't like your favorite color is red and you have a tattoo on your leg. Nothing vague like that, which could have been mentioned or noticed over the time we've been together, or by any number of other explanations, all right? This one was fucking clear, elaborate, and very specific about its facts."
He was listening to her, she noticed. He was listening to her very intently. His attention was so galvanized on her, she was a little slower with the rest of it, "So, this … vision… for lack of a better term, it reveals to me that in your TV cabinet, right over there, were two porno DVDs. One focused on ass, the other on tits. But you don't watch them. You use them as ambiance during poker games where none of you big boys watch them. You just set it on repeating play, turn off the sound, and let them run like mood music or something."
Her giggles started again. "So," she said, rubbing his thigh in a friendly way, "After you said that spiel about me knowing something -- which was dead on, you know. I do that shit all the time -- I figured it was this porno movie thing and I was going to come clean and went over to get the movies. But you don't have porno movies in there! None! The whole thing's just a fucked up delusion and here I have been shaking from it since we got her. Stupid! Right?" she finished and then began to laugh again.
But Cole didn't laugh with her. In fact, he was looking rather puzzled and serious. Then he got up and walked into his bedroom. A few moments later, he came out and set two DVDs down on the coffee table in front of her-- Double D Delirium and Ass Attacked
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