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Lasting friendship....part 3
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Lasting friendship....part 3 "That's for being so good to my Aunt Amy!" As she put the key in the lock. she grinned and said, "Amy said you were a good guy, and a good kisser! Next time I might just give you a chance to prove it!" Then she waved and went inside! Damn it! But she did indicate I would get another chance! The class met only twice per week, so I knew it would be awhile before I saw her again....but wait a minute...I drove her car here, mine is still at Barnacle Bill's! I banged on her door, which immediately opened....she was standing there with her phone to her ear, giving directions to the cab company. With a smile she motioned me in and pointed toward a chair. As I was sitting down I looked around and was immediately struck by the extensive Oriental decorations, not the knockoffs, but real Japanese silkscreens on the walls, silken pillows on the futon and room dividers of rice paper. sat and watched her go through the bedroom door....she had the same sashaying walk as her aunt.....This lady thought she had me right where she wanted me and under control...time to spoil her game, put her on the defensive....If she thinks I am going to follow her in there she has another think coming! A few minutes passed as I sat there, several wild thoughts running through my mind....then she came out wearing slippers, and a set of shorty cotton PJ's, with little cartoon bunnies on them. WTF! She definitely isn't thinking seduction, not in those PJ's! calmly walking over to another chair she sat, crossed her legs and lit another cigarette. Slowly she looked me over, and with a sexy smile she said "Were you thinking I would be wearing something sexier? Or just hoping I would?" "No ", I said, "Actually I was wondering about your Japanese prints, I haven't seen any of that quality since I left Okinawa! They are truly gorgeous!" She wasn't expecting a discussion on art, but quickly adapted. For the next few minutes as we waited for my cab we discussed Japanese art! When a car horn sounded, I rose and went to the door, thanked her for allowing me to wait inside, and left. "Stew on that!" I thought as the cabbie drove me back to pick up my car. It seems we both have a game going on here, but is the goal the same....or does she have something else in mind? We shall see....she is certainly worthy as a prize....or does she think I'm the trophy! What the hell am I going to do next? to be cont. |
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