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With lunch cleared away, we settled on the sofa and multitasked. Rory watched TV while texting on her Smartphone. I read a book and kept an eye on Rory. She’d changed. All morning Rory had been quiet, her eyes contemplating me. The edge to her personality was missing, that spark of wit. I was worried sex with her had changed our relationship, that it might have been a mistake - a step too far. I liked her softness, but I preferred the dangerous panther more. To top it off, sex hadn’t been...
Sitting on the back patio, I mulled over work. Since returning from New Orleans, my workload had dropped to almost nothing. I had some old parchments that needed independent validation for a client before he’d buy them. Wasn’t interested. He could wait. Clouds drifted across the sky. When they obscured the sun, humidity intensified, then the sun reappeared and burned with radiant heat. I considered taking the boat out for a spin to cool off, or go for a swim in the ocean. I’d developed an...
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The next four weeks passed far too fast. I achieved little at work. Rory was far too distracting. She was happy, as in very happy. She flourished and matured as if overnight. It showed in small but subtle ways, her confidence in our relationship growing. While before, she’d ask to do things, she now told me to do things; handing me a grocery list and telling me to shop; directing my diet by taking much beloved Doritos away as I snacked in front of the TV and replacing them with fruits; and...
I watched Rory and her friends on the beach as I set up a portable gas barbecue. Rory had cajoled me into taking her friends for another beach picnic today, Sunday, hinting at all the sexy things she’d do for me if I did. I’d capitulated rather quickly. The boys, four of them, were playing Frisbee along the water’s edge. Music started. I turned my attention to the girls. They’d brought wireless speakers. Pop music blared. I recognized a Drake song. The four girls laughed, then started...
Rory passed the second cooler to Ethan. He took it and strapped it down. She started loading the other supplies they’d need for their two day trip up the Gulf coast; food, water, Coke, beer and wine, and clothes packed in two backpacks. With everything stowed, she untied the mooring ropes. Ethan started the engines. The boat taxied away from the jetty. She joined him in the cockpit under the solid awning. He adjusted the throttles, keeping the speed down, barely enough to hit plane. It was...
Rory was still asleep when I eased out of bed in the morning. She was gone to the world, her hair a mess, and sprawled on her front. Two climaxes yesterday had taken it out of her, I thought with a smile. Before leaving the bedroom, I paused and admired the sight of her in my bed. I loved it. I was so lucky. It did something to me; an ache in my chest. An hour later I’d finished reading the news, consumed two coffees and eaten breakfast. Still no sign of her. I went to check. At the...
Consciousness arrived slowly. First, I smelled her, then I felt her. I was spooning her. She was curled up, asleep. Dawn was just breaking. The sound of light rain came through her open windows. It was Monday and I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to work. I wanted to cuddle with her all day and hide from the rain. Something felt different. I pondered it. It hit me. I didn’t have an erection. I wasn’t horny. Pure affection suffused me and it felt wonderful. For the next half...
Sun was dropping towards the western horizon turning the sky purple and royal blue when I piloted the boat to the jetty. We were back in swimming suits, but Rory had complained when putting the top on. Apparently her boobs were sun burnt. While she lugged the cooler and garbage bag up to the house, I set about rinsing salt off the boat. Rory informed me she was going to shower and treat the sunburn with aloe vera. After lunch, Rory had suggested some more kissing lessons and I’d declined....
The rest of Sunday morning was taken up with chores. Rory attacked the cyclone-hit disaster of her room, collecting dirty clothes for laundering - her job. I mowed the lawn, front and back, then set about cleaning the interior, vacuuming and dusting, washing the kitchen, and washing the bathrooms. It was mindless work I enjoyed. I liked a neat and clean house. And it let me think about Rory. She made me smile. She was bouncing on her feet, full of energy and smiles; altogether, a very happy...
I WAS FEELING THAT special lethargy I get from a day of sun and water. Slouched on the sofa, feet up, the television on some nameless sitcom, I sipped beer and thought about the day. It hadn’t gone quite as planned. Rory seemed to be having fun but, at some point in the afternoon, she wasn’t. Despite her laughs and smiles, I knew her too well. I could tell something was bothering her. Was it Peter? He’d been focused on her and obviously attracted to her. Yet Rory hadn’t responded in more...
Bending over the manuscript on the lab counter, I tried to concentrate and yet again, I couldn’t. For the last week, I tried to hide in work. I tried to avoid Rory without being obvious. She busied herself going out with her girlfriends or having them over, the house full of laughter and brightness and music. Occasionally, when on her own, she’d knock on the office door mid-afternoon and finagle me into taking a swim with her when the sun was at its most intense. I did. I behaved. And we had...
The news played quietly on the television. I listened to another incomprehensible statement issued by the Oval Office and wondered how people couldn’t see how the current occupant of said office appeared to be out of his depth. Being a CEO didn’t automatically qualify someone to be a brain surgeon, or a President. For the first time, I wished I was a Canadian. Justin Trudeau was so much better. At my side, Rory leaned against me, her head in the crook of my shoulder. She was sound asleep....
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