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Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: - Always Him (Virago Blue)(MF)
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Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 06:10:06 -0500
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Always Him
(c) 2000 by Virago Blue
" . . . the capability of the facility . . . several million . . . consulting
fee . . . " he droned. I smiled cordially, nodding intermittently as if I
understood. The gentleman glanced my way and returned my smile. "We must be
boring you, Mrs. Smith."
"This was a dinner meeting, no?" I replied, sipping my wine. "I'm fine.
Really." I caught my husband's eye across the table. He winked.
In that flash of blue from my husband, my mind took another turn.
I saw him at twenty-five, tennis whites, wavy black hair framing tanned face
and sapphire blue eyes sparking with sexual energy. "You look beautiful,"
he said, "Red is your color."
I wore red tonight.
The longish wavy black hair is now short, conservative and touched with gray.
He hasn't worn tennis whites in a while but he looks just as sexy in khakis
and denim. His blue eyes framed with long black lashes still sparkle with
sexual energy. They glittered back at me.
I gazed at him across the table and felt a stirring. I touched a finger to
my watch, our signal that it was time to go. He understood my reason.
I tuned out the rest of the conversation at our table, focusing on him. His
hands, long fingers, the gold band - I saw them cradling our babies, wiping
tenderly at tears, grasping the handle grip on his motorcycle as he tore out
of the driveway in a fit of nostalgic exuberance. I saw past the sober
button-down collar and burgundy tie to the wide shoulders beneath, how they
moved over me while making love. I saw his back twist, tendons straining,
legs hard and muscled as he swings furiously at a fast-pitched ball. Those
eyes, clear and blue, I saw smiling back at me, laughing with me, and a few
times misted-over as he held our newborn children.
I met those sultry eyes with my own gaze of pale green and licked my cherry
lips.
He said his good-byes. I nodded and shook hands, aware of a disappointed look
at our hasty flight. "Baby-sitter," I mumbled, hoping they would understand
my vague reference to a curfew.
"Hurry," I breathed as we fled the dour group.
We drove into the night in quiet anticipation. "Turn here," I commanded,
slipping from my panties. He turned into the wooded darkness. "Remember?" I
asked. His eyes sparkled as he looked over at me. "Yes, you do," I said.
There was no need to give him more directions as he slipped into our long ago
routine. The pocked road stretched dark through the windsheild. The trees
had tripled in size. He guided the car over the railroad tracks and killed
the engine under our oak. I straddled his lap and lost myself in his touch.
We rocked together in the darkness, steaming up windows and groaning without
restraint.
At twenty-three or ninety-three, always him.
Happy Anniversary ASSM.
Happy Birthday Mr. Blue.
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