Lindsay Part 1
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‘You never tell me you love me. You’ve never said, ‘I love you’. Not once.’
‘But you know I do,’ protested Danny.
‘Do what? What do I know?’
‘Come on. Don’t be like that.’
‘See, you can’t even say it now. I’m practically begging you to say it and you won’t.’
‘Why does it matter so much…’
‘I’ve had enough. I’m going to bed. I have to be at the office by 7. Brett has an early patient.’
Cait worked for Brett Harris, a young dentist just a few years older than herself. It was just the two of them in the office. She was the only employee that he could afford to pay with a new practice. She did front office work and assisting. A hygienist came in a couple days a week when needed. The patient load was, unfortunately, small and they had a lot of free time between appointments.
The dental office was on the second floor of an old Victorian mansion near the small downtown. They had taken to sunning on the large second floor balcony off of Brett’s office between appointments, Brett in shorts and Cait in a fairly modest bikini as bikinis go. They talked a lot and joked with one another, but no ‘funny stuff’. They sometimes talked as friends about her relationship with Danny who she had lived with for the past two years. Brett never tried to talk her into anything. But he was there, sympathetic and attentive.
She didn’t hide any of this from Danny. He knew about the sunbathing and everything else. He had met Brett, who he had described as a nice enough, non-threatening sort of guy—a dentist, fercrissakes, he would say dismissively.
Danny was an adventurer of sorts. He flew airplanes, backpacked, rode motorcycles, sailed. But he wasn’t really inattentive to Cait. They did lots of things together. Mostly, he modified the adventurous things he did to suit her. She rode on the back of his street bikes, but she rode her own dirt bike when they went trail riding. She joined him on flying trips. She sometimes sailed with him, but tended to get seasick while still on the dock. Most of the time, she was not just a passenger, but a participant.
‘You guys are always doing stuff he wants to do. Don’t you ever do something you want to do?’ asked Brett one afternoon.
‘Well, sure. We belong to a flying club and a yacht club. We both enjoy a lot of the social side of those sports.’
‘Whadda you mean? He was away all last weekend with some motorcycle thing.’
‘That’s the Checkers Motorcycle Club. He’s been racing with them since he was a kid. I can’t do something like that. He gets his buddies to crew for him, and would just be in the way. They’re racing. I’m OK with that.’
She wasn’t really being defensive, she didn’t have to be with Brett. Danny wasn’t always off doing things by himself or with the guys and neglecting her. She was relatively passive in her own interests so it wasn’t really a bad thing that they did mostly things that interested him, because she was interested in them too—at least enough to tag along.
She had always been that way. Her early boyfriends in school were football players and surfers. She enjoyed being part of the football scene without having to be involved in sports or cheerleading herself, it didn’t really interest her.
She was the same with her surfer boyfriends. They would be on their boards while she would lay on the beach sunning herself awaiting their return. This was how she was and it was not really a point of contention in their relationship.
‘It works for us, Brett. Danny goes with me to an occasional chick flick without complaint, and he’s always up for family get-togethers with his family or mine. He treats me really good, Brett…’ she said, then looked away.
‘What?’ They worked closely enough every day that Brett could read her moods pretty well and the mood changed.
‘It’s just…well, you know…he won’t marry me.’
‘You ever wonder why?’
‘I wonder all the time. I know what he says, but…oh shit. That’s Mr. Peterson in the waiting room. We gotta get moving!’
‘You’d give him a heart attack in that bikini,’ Brett laughed grabbing his clothes while Cait jumped in the private bathroom to change.
After the ‘I Love You’ argument of the night before, things were a little quiet between Cait and Danny when she got home. Their spirits picked up a little when they started packing for the weekend trail ride in Jawbone Canyon. She loved these outings, and she was looking forward to good friends, great weather, and clean desert air.
They arrived late Friday night, and had little time to really socialize as everyone was busy setting up camp. Very early next morning started as usual with the men enjoying a testosterone-fueled competitive trail ride, while the women got a big breakfast ready.
Over breakfast, Tina, one of the woman in the group, had a little announcement. ‘Mark and I are getting married!’ Tina and Mark had been living together as long as Danny and Cait had been together. Cait was happy for her, but it was like salt in a wound that had been festering for years between her and Danny.
Cait watched Tina and Mark the rest of the weekend. She was sure she detected a slight difference in the way they related to one another. They were no longer just girlfriend and boyfriend. They were fiances. They were going to be husband and wife. Just labels, really, they still called one another ‘Honey’, but something was different. Like they had some new identity or bond that they didn’t have as boyfriend/girlfriend.
Danny didn’t want to get married–ever. He always thought he made it clear from the beginning and reiterated it whenever she brought it up. He never led her on. Never said, ‘maybe’ or ‘some day’.
The night they got back from the desert marked one of the most tearful arguments they had ever had.
‘Mark and Tina are getting married,’ she offered.
‘I know. Good for them.’
‘Good for them! Right. What about us? Why wouldn’t it be good for us?’
‘Come on…we’ve been all through this. Why does it matter as long as we’re together?’
‘Why? Why!? I never know what to call you,’ she blurts out with such force, Danny blinks.
‘When I’m out with friends and we talk about our personal life, I don’t know what to call you. Are you my room-mate? No! Are you my boyfriend? It sounds so juvenile. My partner? My significant other? Yuck! Soul mate? Double Yuck! Those are ridiculous! None of them describe who we are to one another.’
‘What do you care what others think?’
‘Because it’s important. Because saying you are my husband or having you say I am your wife says volumes to other people. Marriage means something. Why doesn’t it mean anything to you? Maybe I don’t mean that much to you!’
‘Oh bullshit. Of course you mean…’ but the rest was unheard as Cait fled to the bedroom.
Danny checked the doors, turned off the lights and went to the bedroom. He got undressed, lay down on his back and heard Cait softly crying.
‘You never say my name,’ she said almost at a whisper.
‘What? What do you mean?’
‘You never call me…anything. No ‘Cait’, no ‘honey’, no ‘babe’…nothing. You just start talking to me. If I’m upstairs I get, ‘You up there?’
Exasperated, Danny said nothing. He stared at the ceiling, listened to Cait’s quiet sniffling, then fell asleep.
Next morning, Danny got up to find Cait drinking her tea at their little kitchen table. She didn’t look up when he walked in.
‘Good morning,’ he offered to stoney silence.
Slowly she looked up at him, eyes red.
‘If you can’t make a commitment to marry me. If you can’t make a formal declaration that you are committed to me, if you can’t even make a verbal declaration that you love me, if you can’t even say my name, then I wonder what kind of future we really have. We have been pretty happy up until now, but things are unraveling and I don’t see what can stop
that.
‘I need the commitment. I can no longer go on without it. I love you, but I don’t see a future.’
And so she moved out. She stayed with Carolyn, a girlfriend. It never occurred to her to go to Brett.
She didn’t intend it to be a trial separation. She intended it to be a break up. And it was. She didn’t see Danny again. He moved out of their apartment days after she did and just sort of disappeared. She knew she could easily find him if she wanted, but she didn’t want to.
She enjoyed being with Carolyn, but Carolyn had her own life and it was time to move on with hers. She and Carolyn went apartment hunting and found an affordable place nearer to the dental office.
Her first day of work after the breakup, she broke the news to Brett on the balcony. She could always tell Brett anything, and valued his friendship and opinions very highly. She was very fond of him as a friend, but the last thing on her list was another romance. Brett sympathized with her, but didn’t give any indications that he was interested in her romantically now that Danny was out of the picture.
Cait put all her effort into her work at the dental office helping to build the practice. She worked hard to increase the number of patients, and eventually they had to hire a dental assistant so that Cait could devote full time to running the front office and managing the finances.
Before she knew it, more than a year had passed since she broke up with Danny. Her friendship with Brett was strong, but it certainly wasn’t going anywhere romantically. Neither one of them were doing anything romantic, but they occasionally went out to dinner together as friends. Mostly, though, they went their separate ways after work.
Then one Friday, ‘Hello, Cait.’
Cait looked up from her appointment calendar to see Danny standing there completely out of the blue. He looked good. Tanned, toned, a little hyper as he always was. She realized at once that she was still attracted to him.
‘You look good, Danny.’
‘Your old phone is disconnected. I thought I’d just come by…’
‘Toothache?’
‘I was hoping we could…’
‘Danny…don’t do this.’
‘Just dinner. To touch base as friends. We can still be friends, can’t we?’
‘I suppose. Where? When?’
‘Uhh…tonight. Anywhere?’
‘You pick and I’ll meet you there after work. Just dinner, Danny. This isn’t anything more.’
‘OK, just dinner. Thai for Two at seven?’
Dinner proved that nothing had really changed since the breakup. At least not for Cait. She still had feelings for Danny, but she realized she had absolutely no desire to pick up where they left off. When they parted for the evening, Danny kissed her—a scorcher that left her in a prickly heat—but it was a parting kiss, not the beginning of anything. They were both glad to get together again, but both realized it was closure for them.
Cait didn’t see Brett over the weekend, but that was typical. Monday morning was hectic as always, but they managed to have a cold drink together on the balcony that afternoon as they had for more than a year. They talked a little about the office, but it was clear that Brett wanted to ask her about her date with Danny. She told Brett about the evening as if Brett were a girlfriend. She always had.
‘God, Brett. It felt really good to be out with a man again, even if it was just Danny,’ she laughed. ‘In fact, when that guy at my apartment asked me out for the umpteenth time, I said yes. You should have seen his face! We went out Saturday, and turns out he’s a really good dancer.’
Brett smiled at her. Her happiness was always so infectious he couldn’t help it.
‘A year long drought, then two dates in one weekend. You’d have been proud of me’, Cait prattled on.
Brett wasn’t so much proud as beside himself. He had given Cait ‘space’ all this time. He didn’t pressure her and besides, any time he even casually flirted, she spun away from it with a flirty laugh. She apparently was not going to let anything develop.
He finally realized he was jealous and becoming resentful. He’d waited all this time because he thought she wanted space.
‘Cait! I don’t want to be friends anymore.’ Cait looked at him like he had slapped her. ‘I mean, I…I want to be more, but you chatter at me like I’m a girlfriend. You look right through me like I’m not even a man. I don’t want that anymore.’
‘Brett…I had no idea…I don’t know what to say.’
She had often wondered why Brett had never made a pass at her—she was even a little hurt that he hadn’t. But she was so grateful for his friendship, and worried that a romance would destroy that. She assumed he felt the same. Apparently, he didn’t.
They’d been out to movies and dinner as friends for years, but they had never been out on a ‘real date’. They decided to make it the next night, Tuesday, since the office was closed Wednesdays.
The date was awkward for both of them. He tried to kiss her. She laughed at the situation, then regretted it. ‘I wasn’t laughing at you—I just feel so…awkward.’
They worked on it, though and finally…they had a pleasant evening, meaning it was disappointing to Brett and still awkward to Cait.
Brett kept after her. He asked for a date every weekend and sometimes again on Tuesdays. He came across a little silly to Cait, she just wasn’t used to him treating her like this, but Brett was obviously trying.
Over time, he insisted that he wanted to ‘court’ her. She tried very hard not to laugh and just accept that Brett was a lot different from Danny and that wasn’t a bad thing at all. She did mock him a little about ‘courting’, but on reflection she realized that he had been courting her for a very long time. He had always been there. Had helped her grow. Made her laugh, particularly when she wanted to cry.
It wasn’t long before she realized she might be in love with Brett, and that Brett had been in love with her from the beginning. The awkwardness between them disappeared.
More than a year passed before Danny returned. Brett later called him the zombie boyfriend from hell. Danny joked with her at the front desk.
‘So good to see you again, Cait. What say we go out this weekend? Instead of just dinner, how about a night of dancing—like old times.’
Brett watched quietly from the doorway of his operatory.
‘That would be great, Danny!’ She stood up. ‘Do you think this will get in the way?’ She was very pregnant.
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Who’s the lucky guy?’
‘I’m the lucky guy, Danny. The luckiest guy in the world, in fact,’ said Brett from behind Danny.
‘Well, that’s great. Congratulations to both of you. This calls for a celebration. How about the three of us go to dinner—we can skip the dancing,’ he laughs.
‘I don’t think so, Danny. We have plans for tonight, and for a long time afterward, don’t we, Brett?’
‘We sure do. I love you, Cait.’
‘I love you, Brett. See, Danny. That’s how it’s done.’
‘OK, OK, I get it,’ Danny laughed. ‘No hard feelings?’
‘No hard feelings. But Danny? No more visits.’
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Ghum theke uthe Maa er kache sunlam Sutapa di asbe. Sutapa di amar masir meye. Amar theke 3 years boro. Soddo biye hoyeche. Jai hok sunei mon ta valo hoye gelo. O alo. Dudin thaklo. Kothai kothai masir chhoto meye mane amar chhordir kotha uthlo. O nurse er chakri korto Berhampore posting. Onekdin or sathe kotha hoini. Sutapa dir kachei phn no. ta nilam. Phn korlam kintu porichoi dilam na. Dekhlam besh provocative kotha barta. Sune valoi laglo. Tarpor porichoi dilam. Girl frnd sonno jibone tobu...
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Hello ISS readers. I want to share a true incident of my life which I can’t share with any one in my real life. Myself is Vidya, I am a 33yr. old married woman. I am quite pretty and sexy as people say. My figure is more on the plum side. I have huge boobs, round ass and a flat but damn hot belly. All in all I am very hot tempting material. I have two children and my husband is a very loving and a rich man. He works in the top management of a renowned MNC. Usually he remains busy most of the...
Hello sisters , bhabhai,s and bhai . I am Ruksaar i tell not a writer or story writer but want to share with u some happening who come in my life or every girls life in come , even she is your sister or your bhabhi and maybe your mom , every person in come so problems and some strange things . I want tell you first , my name Ruksaar 32 year old , white color dark black wide eyes and long black hairs now , my breast 38 or waist 28 or hips 38 hain , breast maray goray or light brown nipples hain...
Missay by Throne "Where are you, darling?" Hanna called from the kitchen. "I need to talk to you." Her husband Marshall looked up from the tile bathroom floor, which he had been assiduously scrubbing. He didn't like that she made him do this job with a small brush better suited for detail work, or that he had to keep his soapy water in a bright yellow plastic bucket like a child might use in a sandbox. What he liked even less was that he had to do his Saturday morning housework...
She'd known that he had a dark side to him; probably that's what had attractedher to him all those years ago. Now it was the evening of their tenth anniversaryand she sat, alone by her dressing table, where she'd sat all day, staringat the items on it. They were his anniversary presents to her, neither of which she really wanted,but he'd made it clear that he expected her to choose between them before shecame down and greeted their guests. It had all came to a head that morning. It had started...
I'm not going to bore you with the details, because quite honestly if you haven't heard of Tavansay, and me Piers Longstay, then where on earth have you been for the last year or two? Certainly not in the United Kingdom. However, everything you will have heard has been told to you by the media, and the papers only go for the sensational, the prurient so that they can pretend to be oh so high and mighty, and the broadcast media aren't much better, sound bites and snapshots, nothing that can...
Dee Johns found her home at the end of a washboard gravel road four miles northwest of Winthrop. "A place to settle down," she said. They were at Wolf Creek where it emerges from a deep canyon that cuts between the north end of Thompson Ridge and the south end of Virginian Ridge, the western wall of the upper valley. It was a sweltering 100-mile drive northeast along the Columbia River, then north along the Methow River, following sharper and narrower bends, climbing and winding, crossing...
Cottonwood trees flanking the rock-rimmed irrigation ditch behind the house moaned in the rising late-night wind. Graydon heard the swaying branches outside and close thunder booming from the north as an early summer storm moved down the valley. They had spent several days cleaning out clutter and moving in. Alex Senior made a trip in the Blue Goose to buy used furniture: a kitchen table and chairs, an iron frame double bed with springs and mattress, two war surplus barrack cots with pads, an...
His Arkansas drawl was thick like rich molasses, slow and easy. Ezekial Patterson seemed ageless; tall, slightly hunch-shouldered, and he shuffled along with a slight limp. "Patch," as folks called him, was as much a part of the 300-acre river-bottoms as the fields, the willows, and the cottonwood trees. His best pal Purdy dressed all in black with a floppy black hat. Patch wore blue denim that went unwashed once he put it on new from the General Store. The jacket and trousers were crusted...
The yellow school bus pulled up to their narrow drive on the gravel road, loaded Graydon and Alex Jr, drove a hundred yards to the "Y" intersection of the Wolf Creek spur and turned around. Their house was the last stop. It was four miles to school. Graydon sat at the window with Alex Jr. beside him. He watched the sagebrush flats roll by, the rock piles and stunted apple trees and lilacs marking where earlier homestead efforts had withered from lack of water. Wolf Creek was a seasonal...
Alex Sr. worked away during the week on a Columbia River dam site. He came home most weekends, making the three-hour drive Friday evening. Often he was quite late, saying he'd gotten "hung up" with friends or late work. Usually his breath smelled of whiskey. He had always been a drinker and enjoyed hanging out in the evenings with his tavern buddies. But now there was a new element: jealousy. There had been jealous rages before. Once in Wyoming at a rented tar-paper shack on the South...
Winters in the Methow Valley were cold, sometimes bitterly so. Temperatures ranged well below zero. The snow would pile up two and three feet deep. It fell to Graydon to keep the driveway into the Wolf Creek homestead shoveled out when the snow got deeper than the sedan his step-father drove, or the panel truck, their faithful Blue Goose, could break through without chains. Graydon would wax the flat-bladed shovel and begin cutting blocks from the deep snow, lifting each, and heaving it to...
Graydon could feel himself evenly balanced on his skis. He could feel his arms bearing down on his ski poles, planted firmly to each side. Otherwise he felt suspended in space, hanging in milk. His feet ended at his boot tops and no trace of snow or shadow or outline or slope or mountainside existed in his vision. There was no horizon and no sky. It was a perfect "whiteout," that rare condition of light in which snow and sky are perfectly blended together and there is no trace of shadow or...
"No sir, I don't think the Pasayten Pete stories have got much to do with my dreams," Graydon guessed. "I mean, there hasn't been much to the stories that Purdy and Patch have told me, except there seems to be a lot of confusion. Nobody seems to agree on anything, just that there's some stories about somebody or something that they call Pasayten Pete. Seems the only thing in common is it's s'posed to be somethin' bad, scary bad." Jim Brightman and Graydon sat comfortably in the...
The winter passed quickly for Graydon. School classes, homework, homestead chores, Christmas, the February chinook winds that brought a sudden thaw to the deep snows and turned the fields into lakes and the roadside ditches into torrents, followed by a hard freeze and a snowfall that locked the valley into another six weeks of winter; everything mixed his days into a hurried winter passage. Weekends allowed time for cross-country ski treks, either across Wolf Creek and up to the old lodge,...
Spring merged into early summer; it was June and Graydon found himself working, putting up hay bales for a rancher from whom his step-father had borrowed money. Graydon was working off the debt. He was able to handle the bales, averaging 60 to 75 lbs each, walking beside a tractor-drawn wagon and grabbing each bale by its wire bindings and swinging it up to another teenager with hay hooks, who would swing the bale into place on the growing load. Even for June it was damned hot and sweaty...
The trail into upper Wolf Creek canyon was open; the last snows had melted out of the north-slope shaded areas and the spring floods had subsided. Graydon was restless. He gathered together his packsack gear, some staple foodstuffs, his fishing pole, and told his mother that he'd be hiking up the canyon, perhaps as far as Gardner Meadows, at the base of the mountain. He planned to be gone three days for some early season trout fishing on the way up, and two nights of sleeping out. Actually,...
There was little that Graydon could do for Mike beyond what he'd already done. He refilled his water bottle and left that within easy reach, with some dried fruit, nuts, and chocolate snacks. He put a rolled jacket under Mike's head, and carefully lifted his right side to lay a folded wool blanket under him, and another blanket over him to ease the cold and reduce the shock from his injuries. He'd built a tiny fire, just enough to make a pot of camp coffee and to boil panels of t-shirt...
The simple fact that Dr. Hardy and nurse June were able to knit Mike's arm, mend his shattered leg, and hold infection at bay was a true testament to their skilled and dedicated care. It was also unlikely that the leg would have healed at all, in any form that would let Mike walk on it again, if it hadn't been for the inner focus he'd used during that agonizing night in the rock slide. Anyone else would have died from massive infection, or barring that, would have required reconstructive...
Fall arrived in a series of storms, each more intense than the last, until just after Halloween a cold air mass from the north mixed with a wet air mass from the west. The valley lay blanketed under its first heavy snowfall. Time had passed rapidly for Graydon and Mike; Graydon was unusually busy for a teenager: school had started, homestead chores and homework took much of his time, and he spent nearly every weekend at the Brightman ranch. Mike had strengthened his leg and walked with only...
"She's come to stay with us, at least for a while," Ken explained as he worked, fluffing a pelt that he was getting ready for a mount. "She" was a shy, almost fearful girl about a year younger than Graydon who was now living with Ken Granger and his wife at their home with the rolling lawns and huge tree-lined pond. "She's so frightened. I tried to introduce myself and she ran into the house, crying." "She's not much better with Helen and me. It's hard for her right now. She's...
"I saw it. A darkness. It dims her spirit, clouds it, weighs it down and she is lost in grief and sadness. I've never seen anything like it before." Graydon sat in the warmth of the small fire outside Mike's cabin; they shared the flickering firelight. Fleeting shadows outlined worried frowns on their faces. "I've seen it before. Not often, but often enough. It weighs so heavily on a person's soul they can become lost, lost to themselves and everyone around them. This is a terrible...
Graydon was exhausted. His eyes had sunk into their sockets, dark circles lay sagging above his gaunt cheekbones, and his face bore signs of strain and a weariness beyond his years. For a week he had spent his nights alone in the hayloft, isolated and immersed in his connections, seeing the harm that had befallen the Jacobs family. His days were filled with work, sweating to clear ditches, cut brush, weed the garden and repair fences around the old homestead. He drove himself hard, stopping...