fine,” I responded hastily. “I am looking forward to tonight.” I smiled clutching the towel to me with one hand in the front, and used my other hand to tuck a long wet curl behind my ear.
“Beautiful and vulnerable. What a sexy combination?” His eyes, so intense stared into mine. He shook his head to break the magnetism between us. “Okay, I really have to go,” he said glancing at my bedside clock which read nine o’clock. He gave me another quick kiss, grabbed his duffle bag off the floor and slung it over his shoulder. He lifted one of his hands and tenderly stroked my cheek with it, turned and left. I stood there until I heard the sound of the front door closing softly with a click. I was very confused, and sad.
I spent that Saturday morning cleaning my house, and puttering as I was too distracted to grad e papers. I went to Target, bought a new bikini bathing suit, and tried not to think of the things Victor had said. All day, I lied to myself saying this was another Dan. Victor was another teacher, someone who could show me the ropes. It would be fun while it lasted. Deep down I knew I was in big, big trouble.
Victor texted me his address around five o’clock with a see you later. I had been putting it off all day, but knew I had to call my sister. She would want the details. I would give her just enough to satisfy her, but keep some things to myself. I called her at about seven when I worked up the nerve and felt calm enough to deliver the abridged version of the evening’s and morning’s events. Ana, was happy for me, maybe he’s the one she said breathily, and I laughed because it was expected of me to do so. I told her my plans and gave her Victor’s address as well. Of course, she wanted an even more detailed run down of the events of the past two days, but instead of the blow-by-blow, I gave her just the briefest of rundowns of the previous evening and morning. How many times, and in what rooms. Her reply was something of the sort, “You finally came up for air?” and, “Atta girl!”
When I got off the phone, I still had a lot of time to kill, so I tried to grade some papers and went for an extra five mile run. At nine, I packed a bag with the new swim suit I had purchased earlier in the day, a couple of pairs of shorts and a couple of tank tops for the next day. I gathered the necessities for my make-up bag and some other essentials. At nine-thirty I realized I hadn’t eaten, and I made a small Caesar salad for myself minus the croutons I loved, I had to watch those carbs you know, and lastly washed the dishes by hand.
At ten, preci sely, I shut off the television, picked up my overnight bag, and went out into the garage. I opened the back of my white Ford Escape SUV and put the bag inside, and then got into my car while hitting the button for the garage to open. I was on my way. I had butterflies in my stomach, and uncertainties. It seemed like it had been days since I had seen Victor, but in reality it had only been thirteen hours. A very confusing thirteen hours.
I must have driven more quickly than I thought because it was a quarter to eleven, and I was minutes away from Victor’s place. I didn’t want to get there too early, or appear overly eager. I had to stop for gas anyway because I was on driving on fumes, a bad habit of mine since I hated pumping gas and didn’t like the smell of the fumes. I was pumping the gas when I heard the tell-tale ding from my cell phone that indicated that I had a message. I finished pumping, and as I had prepaid using my ATM card, got into my car, and checked my message. It was from Victor.
Victor : You must be close. I just got in myself. Too tired. I had a long day. See you soon.
Hmm, that sounded cryptic. I texted him back.
Monica : Yes, I will be there shortly, I’m just a few miles away. I had to stop for gas. We can just watch television or
“Beautiful and vulnerable. What a sexy combination?” His eyes, so intense stared into mine. He shook his head to break the magnetism between us. “Okay, I really have to go,” he said glancing at my bedside clock which read nine o’clock. He gave me another quick kiss, grabbed his duffle bag off the floor and slung it over his shoulder. He lifted one of his hands and tenderly stroked my cheek with it, turned and left. I stood there until I heard the sound of the front door closing softly with a click. I was very confused, and sad.
I spent that Saturday morning cleaning my house, and puttering as I was too distracted to grad e papers. I went to Target, bought a new bikini bathing suit, and tried not to think of the things Victor had said. All day, I lied to myself saying this was another Dan. Victor was another teacher, someone who could show me the ropes. It would be fun while it lasted. Deep down I knew I was in big, big trouble.
Victor texted me his address around five o’clock with a see you later. I had been putting it off all day, but knew I had to call my sister. She would want the details. I would give her just enough to satisfy her, but keep some things to myself. I called her at about seven when I worked up the nerve and felt calm enough to deliver the abridged version of the evening’s and morning’s events. Ana, was happy for me, maybe he’s the one she said breathily, and I laughed because it was expected of me to do so. I told her my plans and gave her Victor’s address as well. Of course, she wanted an even more detailed run down of the events of the past two days, but instead of the blow-by-blow, I gave her just the briefest of rundowns of the previous evening and morning. How many times, and in what rooms. Her reply was something of the sort, “You finally came up for air?” and, “Atta girl!”
When I got off the phone, I still had a lot of time to kill, so I tried to grade some papers and went for an extra five mile run. At nine, I packed a bag with the new swim suit I had purchased earlier in the day, a couple of pairs of shorts and a couple of tank tops for the next day. I gathered the necessities for my make-up bag and some other essentials. At nine-thirty I realized I hadn’t eaten, and I made a small Caesar salad for myself minus the croutons I loved, I had to watch those carbs you know, and lastly washed the dishes by hand.
At ten, preci sely, I shut off the television, picked up my overnight bag, and went out into the garage. I opened the back of my white Ford Escape SUV and put the bag inside, and then got into my car while hitting the button for the garage to open. I was on my way. I had butterflies in my stomach, and uncertainties. It seemed like it had been days since I had seen Victor, but in reality it had only been thirteen hours. A very confusing thirteen hours.
I must have driven more quickly than I thought because it was a quarter to eleven, and I was minutes away from Victor’s place. I didn’t want to get there too early, or appear overly eager. I had to stop for gas anyway because I was on driving on fumes, a bad habit of mine since I hated pumping gas and didn’t like the smell of the fumes. I was pumping the gas when I heard the tell-tale ding from my cell phone that indicated that I had a message. I finished pumping, and as I had prepaid using my ATM card, got into my car, and checked my message. It was from Victor.
Victor : You must be close. I just got in myself. Too tired. I had a long day. See you soon.
Hmm, that sounded cryptic. I texted him back.
Monica : Yes, I will be there shortly, I’m just a few miles away. I had to stop for gas. We can just watch television or
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