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The first chill from seeing her had been replaced
by fiery heat. She must have seen it on my face. She stood up to meet me and
placed her hand against my cheek as she spoke. "I didn't want you to forget
me." She smiled, leaning forward to taste my lips.
I didn't move. Instinctively, I knew if I did she would
be gone before I could blink an eye. "Leave your bedroom window open, will
you? I like watching you when you're alone." |
With that she was gone.
It wasn't a matter of not letting her go. She moved so quickly that I almost
wondered if I had imagined her. The taste of her lipstick and the smell of
her perfume against my skin told me otherwise. I realized if I wanted more
of her, I'd have to reel her in like a fish. Let her learn to trust me. That's
what I thought then. Of course it's different now. Things happened.
"I know she can be so tempting
when she wants to be, and then suddenly, just when you think you're there
with her, she's gone!" He whispered from the other side of the table. There
were several beer mugs spread like empty lives around us waiting to be filled.
I nodded in understanding, wondering if he wanted to say more, but the distant
look left his face and he turned his attention back to me.
I thought I would surprise
her. I left the window open like she wanted; but again, it was an eternity
of my personal wanting her time before I saw her, standing there at my window
as I prepared for bed. I felt I was ready this time, to give some of her
own back to her.
Without a word or a glance of acknowledgment, I did my routine set of exercises
on the floor ... pushups and sit-ups ... until the sweat poured from me against
my chest and my muscles grew weary.
Out of the corner of my eye I knew she was there, like a shadow, watching
me. |
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I turned out the lights
then, my back to her, and went into the shower. She hadn't said a word the
whole time nor made any indication she wanted to come inside. She just watched.
When I came out, I thought she had gone. I didn't know whether to be glad
or sad. I stopped myself from going to the window and settled myself under
my covers.
It took awhile for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, and then I saw her
standing there in a corner of the room. I watched her until my eyes grew weary,
not making a sound nor moving a limb ... until I finally willed myself to
sleep. She was gone in the morning. So was a pair of my slacks, a shirt and
other apparel.
The next night it was the same, except when I awoke, I discovered she had
laid out what she wanted me to wear that day. It may be hard to believe, but
I allowed myself to be led into this strange existance. It was so slow and
she was so .... tempting .... it was impossible for me to resist. I fooled
myself into believing someone had hurt her and she needed this strange way
to reassure herself I would not do the same.
"When did you begin to follow
her?" He asked. We both were through drinking. The place was an all night
bar and grill, so neither of us felt compelled to leave. I had his attention
by now, if not his total belief.
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Just like the rest of her,
this was not a sudden thing... It got so she actually would climb through
the window and lay on my bed watching me, as the nights grew more cold ...
but never once did she stay there when I prepared myself for sleep. I don't
know how long she stayed after I slept, nor what she did as I dreamed.
One night she was just .... different. She did her own set of exercises with
me, she came in jeans and blouse that she undid to reveal a leotard, and
she exercised right there with me ... even taking a shower after I did, all
without a word exchanged between us. That is, until I came out ready to get
into bed. She pressed me to her and whispered while kissing my ear and neck
..."Do you want to see my favorite place?" |
I stepped back and nodded. I thought
we were making something special, like she was ready now to share part of
her, she had never shown anyone else. She made me feel ... like ... the two
of us were alone in the world and everything was ours for the taking ...
like now, there need be nothing between us. I could almost read her every
nuance, her every gesture now ... as if we alone spoke a different language
of pure feeling in our simple expressions together.
She slipped back into her jeans and blouse, not waiting for me to dress.
I managed to pull on something, I forget what, and slipped out the window
after her, not wanting to loose her in the night.
She was a shadow. I couldn't
look directly for her, she moved so silently and quickly, I had to look around
me and use my peripheral vision. She was like a cat.
I followed her. She climbed through a bedroom window and I could smell the
scent of her strong in her room. She lived only a few blocks away from me
in a row of student apartments I hadn't known were there. She turned to me
as I stood at her window, her eyes glowing. |
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The light from a street lamp cast
my shadow into the room and against her wall ... she moved to it and cuddled
up against it ... dancing with it as I touched her with my shadow hands...and
sighed contentedly ... It went on like that for several weeks ... some new
invention, some new fantasy always dangling between us to arouse my senses
and draw me to her.
"Yes, I know..." His voice
was so low I strained to make out the words. The sound of his voice was strangely
hollow. "She gives you nothing to hold onto ... except the yearning ... and
yet it can be so exciting it seems enough ... until you are without her."
I nodded my head slowly. "Her eyes told me when she would allow me to follow
her, at first ... told me when it was time to enter her room ... when to take
the small personal gifts she laid out for me ... the drawers open for me
to choose what she would wear...
"It changed you, then?" He whispered, looking deep within himself. I smiled
bitterly.
"It changed me so much I couldn't do a decent class. Some days she would
come and sit in the front row ... tease me without a word and then leave ...
I never knew when to expect her and never knew what she would do next ...
always the tantalizing glance, the sweet surrender to her will, the warmth
she aroused that lasted for hours with her ... and then the days of nothing
but expectation. It started to show in my classes and I was called in by
my supervisors. They asked if I needed some time off ... asked if I was sick
... I knew better than to say what was happening. They gave me a unpaid leave
of absence for a month to get myself in order, and told me my job would be
there when I came back, but I heard the hesitation in their voices as I left.
I didn't care ... I thought it would give me more time with her. |