I love your teeny tiny pecker – it’s so cute.”
“Poorly played, ma femme. We both know my dick is massive and you can barely handle it.”
1100 hours
“Do you remember our last train ride together?” Natalie snuggles in my arms as I stare out the window, gazing at the familiar Connecticut landscape.
“I’d rather associate trains with the first time we met. Tell me, ma femme, what do you remember about that day?” I ask, trying to lighten the moment.
Natalie lifts her head to look into my eyes. We’ve barely known each other for three months, and most of that time has been spent on different continents – but when I catch that tiny glimpse of sincerity in her playful eyes, I’m certain that she is the realest thing I will ever know.
“Don’t laugh.”
“Ooh, I can’t make that promise,” I tease.
She snuggles back into my arms and strokes my leg. “I’m not really the girlfriend type. Shit, I’ll probably never even be the marrying type. And knowing this about myself, I tend to label men in order to deal with my own deficiencies, ya know?”
I play with a loose curl around her shoulder as she continues. “Like, I’ve been with dicks with big dicks, mama’s boys, narcissistic playboys and one bi-polar musician that stole my jeans. Great sex, but I guess at a certain point, I get scared that they’ll realize I’m not that special.”
She looks at me with tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “Zach, that day we met, you changed all that – you made me a star.” She fondles the little gold necklace around her neck and sighs. God, if only she knew what she did for me . . .
“Ma femme, tu es une lumière dans mes ténèbres et le plaisir de mon désespoir. Tu pense que tu es une étoile, mais tu es ma balise.”
“A beacon? That’s beautiful, Zach.”
The train stops in the little depot of Greenwich, but as I reach in to kiss Nat, she quickly jumps up and slaps the window. “Holy shit! I told them not to embarrass us! Goddamn it. C’mon, you better pray there’s no bugle corps.”
I follow her annoyed gaze out the window to the station platform. Judy and Dave LeGrange are waving tiny American flags and holding a banner that says Welcome Home Lt. Parker.
“Natalie, it’s very sweet. Really, I like it.” She rolls her eyes in disbelief and takes my hand. We exit the train into a blast of cold air so I take a step in front of her to shield her from the bitter wind.
“Do you think they see us?” she asks.
“Dave, Judy, over here!” I yell. Natalie knees me in the ass as I wave them over. “They see us now,” I say, laughing.
The LeGranges come barreling toward us with open arms and hearty embraces. Natalie is lucky to have such loving parents, but I wish she could see that.
“Zach, sweetie! You are so thin! What are they feeding you over there? Have you shot anyone?” Judy giggles as Natalie takes the homemade banner and rolls it up.
“Natalie!” Judy shouts. “Are you still sick? Feverish or just living too hard in the City?” Judy places a gloved hand over Nat’s forehead and shakes her head. “You need to be more sensible. You’re all alone in that apartment, and this time of year is menacing to an overworked body.”
Natalie snorts and punches me in the shoulder. “Ya hear that Zach, stop overworking my body.”
“Natalie.” Dave peers down at Nat and shakes my hand. “Zach, we are so glad you’re here. C’mon, Judy brought a thermos of eggnog.” Dave leads us to their Volvo station wagon and Nat and I climb in the backseat to snuggle under a blanket, like two teenagers sneaking behind their parents. I would never miss an opportunity to feel Natalie up, but as usual, her hands are one step ahead of mine.
“Thank you for picking us up. My dad, well, he is . . . thank you.” I hesitate before I say too much. I never want my family drama to be my sole representation.
“Nonsense, dear. I stopped by last week to bring your father a vegetable
“Poorly played, ma femme. We both know my dick is massive and you can barely handle it.”
1100 hours
“Do you remember our last train ride together?” Natalie snuggles in my arms as I stare out the window, gazing at the familiar Connecticut landscape.
“I’d rather associate trains with the first time we met. Tell me, ma femme, what do you remember about that day?” I ask, trying to lighten the moment.
Natalie lifts her head to look into my eyes. We’ve barely known each other for three months, and most of that time has been spent on different continents – but when I catch that tiny glimpse of sincerity in her playful eyes, I’m certain that she is the realest thing I will ever know.
“Don’t laugh.”
“Ooh, I can’t make that promise,” I tease.
She snuggles back into my arms and strokes my leg. “I’m not really the girlfriend type. Shit, I’ll probably never even be the marrying type. And knowing this about myself, I tend to label men in order to deal with my own deficiencies, ya know?”
I play with a loose curl around her shoulder as she continues. “Like, I’ve been with dicks with big dicks, mama’s boys, narcissistic playboys and one bi-polar musician that stole my jeans. Great sex, but I guess at a certain point, I get scared that they’ll realize I’m not that special.”
She looks at me with tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “Zach, that day we met, you changed all that – you made me a star.” She fondles the little gold necklace around her neck and sighs. God, if only she knew what she did for me . . .
“Ma femme, tu es une lumière dans mes ténèbres et le plaisir de mon désespoir. Tu pense que tu es une étoile, mais tu es ma balise.”
“A beacon? That’s beautiful, Zach.”
The train stops in the little depot of Greenwich, but as I reach in to kiss Nat, she quickly jumps up and slaps the window. “Holy shit! I told them not to embarrass us! Goddamn it. C’mon, you better pray there’s no bugle corps.”
I follow her annoyed gaze out the window to the station platform. Judy and Dave LeGrange are waving tiny American flags and holding a banner that says Welcome Home Lt. Parker.
“Natalie, it’s very sweet. Really, I like it.” She rolls her eyes in disbelief and takes my hand. We exit the train into a blast of cold air so I take a step in front of her to shield her from the bitter wind.
“Do you think they see us?” she asks.
“Dave, Judy, over here!” I yell. Natalie knees me in the ass as I wave them over. “They see us now,” I say, laughing.
The LeGranges come barreling toward us with open arms and hearty embraces. Natalie is lucky to have such loving parents, but I wish she could see that.
“Zach, sweetie! You are so thin! What are they feeding you over there? Have you shot anyone?” Judy giggles as Natalie takes the homemade banner and rolls it up.
“Natalie!” Judy shouts. “Are you still sick? Feverish or just living too hard in the City?” Judy places a gloved hand over Nat’s forehead and shakes her head. “You need to be more sensible. You’re all alone in that apartment, and this time of year is menacing to an overworked body.”
Natalie snorts and punches me in the shoulder. “Ya hear that Zach, stop overworking my body.”
“Natalie.” Dave peers down at Nat and shakes my hand. “Zach, we are so glad you’re here. C’mon, Judy brought a thermos of eggnog.” Dave leads us to their Volvo station wagon and Nat and I climb in the backseat to snuggle under a blanket, like two teenagers sneaking behind their parents. I would never miss an opportunity to feel Natalie up, but as usual, her hands are one step ahead of mine.
“Thank you for picking us up. My dad, well, he is . . . thank you.” I hesitate before I say too much. I never want my family drama to be my sole representation.
“Nonsense, dear. I stopped by last week to bring your father a vegetable
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