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Subject: {ASSM} Unplugged by Gary Jordan (FF rom Flash [220 words])
Date: Thu,  8 Aug 2002 08:10:05 -0400
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Title="Unplugged"
Author="Gary Jordan"
Part="1 of 1"
Keywords="FF, rom, flash, 220
Copyright="2002, may be freely redistributed"
Description="A flash fiction story dealing with sexuality and
preferences, and symbolism, using fewer than 220 words of
vocabulary and under 400 words in length."
Homepage="http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/gary/www/"
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Unplugged
by Gary Jordan

Fumbling with the plug, Sammy couldn't help but remember Vince's
fumbling attempts at foreplay.  Everything was preparation for
inserting "Tab A" into "Slot B." She could feel the mixture of
emotions, the conflict, threatening to overwhelm her as they had
a year ago on the first anniversary of his funeral.  She
shuddered, wanting to throw the toaster's plug across the room.
Instead, she thrust the two flat prongs and large round grounding
plug into the wall socket.  Her duty; the children and Nicky
would have no toast for breakfast if she let symbolism stop her
from even the most mundane task.

Duty.  Sex had been her wifely duty while Vince lived, like some
cheap Victorian novel.  Something to be endured.  Guilt and
relief were two of the emotions that battled to ruin this day.
She had tried to explain to Vince that she enjoyed the holding
and caressing more, but couldn't bring herself to deny him the
other.  For Vince, hours of snuggling and touching *inevitably*
led to penetration.

Had a jeep accident not interceded, Sammy knew that she would
have gradually become more neurotic.  Perhaps alcoholic, or
suicidal.  Each act of "love" was a submission, a wearing away of
the self.  Like it said over and over in his precious Uniform
Code of Military Justice, "Penetration, however slight, is
sufficient to complete the offense."

Nicola required no such submission.  Sammy cherished her for
that, and for the way Nicky cherished her.  Friends, then more-
than-friends, then lovers this past year, and Nicky had never
demanded any invasive touch.  Sammy had asked, "Are we lesbians?"
and Nicky responded, "Can't we just be two people who love one
another?"

Sammy paused with two slices of bread above the slots of the
toaster. She began to tremble again.  Then she felt arms
encircling her waist. "It's just bread; it's just a toaster.
There's no symbolism.  Let it go."  She did.  She depressed the
slide and turned within the arms to kiss Nicky's cheek.  Perhaps
this year it wouldn't be so bad after all.

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