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This story contains:

   MF: Sex between an adult male and adult female

   FD: Adult female in the dominant role

   HYP: Hypnoerotica -- consensual use of hypnosis with sex

   ROM: Romantic -- all sex in the story is motivated by love

   CONS: All sex in the story is done with full consent

   Obviously if you are offended by the portrayal of sexual conduct between
adults, or if such portrayals violate the standards of your community, you
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   MOVING

   (c) Copyright 2007 by Wiseguy

   (for the MC Forum Move Me!  event, sponsored by Lady Ru'etha
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   An old saying goes, "A true friend is one who will help you move." I
must be a true friend, then, because there I was, spending a perfectly good
Friday night helping Sandy condense all of her worldly possessions into a
stack of boxes.  Or maybe I just needed something.

   It was actually our friend Tina who'd talked me into this.  She'd called
me a couple of nights before.

   "Tina?" I answered, surprised to see her name on the caller ID.

   "It's been forever," she admitted.  "And, of course, I'm calling to ask
for a favor.  Are you doing anything Friday night?"

   I winced.  "You're kidding me, right?"

   There was an audible gulp before she answered.  "I'm sorry, Rob.  That
was dumb of me.  How've you been, really?"

   "Surviving.  One day at a time and all that crap.  How's Sandy?"

   "She misses you.  Probably more than she's letting on, but it's too late
to change her mind now.  A body in motion ..."

   "Tends to stay in motion," I completed.  Sandy was certainly that. 
She'd been rising rapidly through the ranks of her ad agency, getting
noticed, gathering momentum.  None of us were surprised when she was
offered a promotion, and only I was surprised when she'd taken it despite
the necessity of moving to the West Coast.  That didn't actually cause us
to break up, but it did accelerate the process.

   I needed to change the subject.  "So ...  you were asking about Friday?
This isn't a blind date thing, is it?"

   "No, no, no.  I'm no good at matching people up.  I just ...  well ..."

   It's not like Tina to hem and haw - something had to be wrong.  So I
waited.

   "Joe and I were supposed to help Sandy pack things up on Friday," she
finally said.  "But Joe threw his back out yesterday and has to avoid
lifting for a while.  Randy and Pete are tied up, and Joanne has to work.
It's a lot to do for only two people, and we're just about out of options."

   A sour frown spread across my face.  "So Sandy asked you to call me."

   "No!" she objected.  "Sandy would never ask you for something like that;
she knows you're still hurting.  So do I.  But I thought, just maybe, you'd
want the chance to say goodbye."

   And so it was that I found myself ringing Sandy's doorbell after work on
Friday for the first time since we'd formally called it quits.  She
answered the door in tattered jeans, a paint-stained shirt that used to be
mine, and a pair of old running shoes.  There was a roll of packing tape
around her wrist and a permanent marker clipped to the neck of the shirt.

   She hugged me right there in the doorway.  It was long and tender but
chaste, a shadow of the hugs we used to enjoy.  "It is so great of you to
come," she told me.  "I feel like a heel about this."

   "Don't.  It was Tina's idea to ask, and mine to volunteer."

   For the next several hours we were all too busy to dwell on what used to
be.  The movers were due at 8:00am to load up and begin the trek across
country.  Sandy focused on the bedroom and home office, packing her clothes
and personal things and bringing the boxes out to the living room.  Tina
had the kitchen and dining area and I took the main living space.

   The hardest part was packing up the bookcases.  No, it was nothing
emotional - Sandy just has a ton of books!  "Advertising is mostly
psychology," she always said, and her choice of reading material reflected
that: there were entire shelves devoted to Freud, Jung, and Maslow along
with bibles like *The Science of Persuasion* and *Advertising Principles
and Practice 7th Edition*.  Then there were the lighter titles relating to
persuasion, creative thinking, hypnosis ...  I felt a little twinge as I
picked up *Hypnotize Your Lover* and tucked it into a box.  For months it
had been my favorite book from her collection.
By 9:00pm we had the job about done.  The dining room was full of brown
cardboard boxes, most a uniform size and shape, all neatly labeled in
permanent marker with their contents and destination.  The furniture, save
for a couple of chairs, was collected in the living room and stacked
neatly. Sandy and I plopped into two of the chairs with a shared sigh, our

muscles spent.

   We heard a cabinet door and then Tina's voice from the kitchen.  "Uh-oh
..."

   Sandy and I looked at each other.  "Was that a problem 'uh-oh'?" she
asked.

   "Just a little problem." Tina poked her head through the kitchen doorway
and held out a large, open bottle of merlot.  "I seem to have lost the cork
to this bottle.  It would be a sin to waste all this good wine; we'll just
have to finish it tonight." And before either of us could respond she began
pouring into disposable plastic cups.

   Sandy took a cup from Tina and her eyes bulged.  "Jesus, Tina!  Are you
trying to get us trashed?"

   "So order some pizza and drink slowly," Tina advised.  "It's about time
for a little nourishment anyway." She handed me a full cup and sipped from
the third.

   Sandy pulled out her cell phone and ordered dinner while Tina and I took
another pass through the apartment.  Everything Sandy wouldn't absolutely
need before the morning was packed and ready.

   Which was a good thing, because it had been a long time since lunch and
the wine was starting to get to us all.  Sandy got quiet, which is always a
sign that she's buzzed and trying not to show it.  Tina got more animated
and kept touching us both as she talked.  And me?  I sat there, sipping and
listening, trying not to think too much about the possibility of a farewell
roll in the hay with my ex-girlfriend.  My shoulders were starting to ache,
so I put down my wine and stretched the tired muscles.

   Sandy saw that gesture and gave me a melancholy look.  "Getting sore?"

   "A little."

   She drank the last bit from her cup and set it down.  "Would you like
one last shoulder rub?  As a thank you?"

   My body remembered how her hands used to feel on my shoulders.  "How can
I possibly turn that down?"

   Sandy came around and stood behind me.  The moment she laid her hands on
either side of my neck I felt myself relaxing.  Her hands worked my
muscles, releasing tension, feeling so good ...

   "I think he's getting stiff somewhere else now, Sandy."

   I had been drifting a little, flashing back to the many times Sandy had
used this very technique as a form of foreplay, and yes, those thoughts had
given me a hard-on.  Trust Tina to comment on it.

   "It's just a conditioned response," Sandy explained.  "I used to relax
him into trance this way.  And usually, after that, we'd go to bed."

   "Kinky," Tina replied.  "Can you still do it?  Hypnotize him, I mean?"

   "I think he's halfway there already.  Would you like that, Rob?"

   She was right - my mind was already trying to go there on its own even
without her intending it.  "Sure," I murmured.

   "Then relax for me now, Rob.  Just relax and melt ...  drifting down ...
so easy ..."

   My eyes closed and a familiar sensation flowed through me, one I'd been
missing more than I realized.  It was like letting my mind sink slowly into
a hot bath.  I heard myself sigh and felt myself let go.  Everything slowed
down.

   And I heard voices.

   "So, he's hypnotized now?"

   "Oh, yes."

   "Can he hear us?"

   "Of course," I heard Sandy explain.  "His ears still work just fine.  He
can hear and understand everything we say.  It's just too much trouble to
respond because he's in such a pleasant, relaxed state right now.  Isn't
that right, honey?"

   The tiny part of my mind that was still awake chuckled a little bit. 
The wine was definitely getting to Sandy - I could hear it in her tone and
in the way she called me 'honey.' "That's right."

   "So," Tina pressed, "this is the part where you would give him orders?"

   "Not orders.  Suggestions."

   "Okay, suggestions.  What suggestions?"

   Her voice took on an even dreamier tone.  "Oh, lots of them.  Rob is so
good at responding to suggestion.  His mind can make him feel things ... 
see things ...  do things ...  we had a great deal of pleasure, both of us,
from doing this with each other."

   "So what was the hottest suggestion you used with him?"

   I heard Sandy giggle.  "There was this one time, when I - God, what I am
saying?  That's personal, Tina.  Between me and Rob."

   I knew exactly what she was thinking of, too.  An early experiment, born
of an idea she'd read on a website.  It was that suggestion that convinced
me I was really being hypnotized; after that night I got better and better
at following suggestions.  And, when it was my turn, at giving them.

   The voices faded into a buzz as I sank even deeper and stopped
listening. Even my erection relaxed.

   "...  three.  Wide awake, feeling great."

   My eyes snapped open to find Tina staring at me from her perch on the
window sill and Sandy bending over me, holding my shoulder to keep me
steady while I rediscovered how to sit up by myself.  "Better?"

   "Yes," I said.  "All the aches are gone and I feel really good."

   "Just in time, too," Tina said while she peered through the blinds. 
"Pizza guy's in the parking lot." She grinned at Sandy mischievously.  "And
it's the cute one."

   "You can offer him sexual favors if you like," Sandy joked.  "I'll get
some money ready in case he's not impressed."

   Tina looked at me oddly.  Was there something afoot I didn't know about?
"I have a better idea," she said.  "Let's flash him."

   Sandy's jaw dropped.  "You're joking, right?  I'd die!"

   Tina was already removing her bra underneath the button-down shirt she
wore.  "What's to be modest about?  You've got nice boobs, and you're never
going to see this guy again anyway.  Give him a tip he'll remember."

   Sandy's face had a pink glow to it already.  "I don't think..."

   "No, don't think," Tina urged.  "Just do it with me.  It'll be fun."

   The doorbell rang.  Sandy jumped up and pulled her shirt free of her
jeans.  "I must be drunk!"

   "Rob," Tina said, "we'll need our hands free.  You'd better come get the
pizza."

   So I followed them to the door and we answered it together.  The pizza
guy - an innocent-looking, collegiate type - handed me the box and took the
money from Sandy.  "Keep the change," she told him.

   The pizza guy thanked her and started to go, but Tina called to him. 
"Wait a second, we have something else for you."

   She pulled back her shirt and, at the same time, Sandy lifted her shirt
and the sports bra under it.  The guy's eyes popped open and he froze in
place for a moment, his eyes shifting madly from one set of breasts to the
other.  I stood there a few feet back and couldn't help sneaking a look or
two myself.  Sandy's back was to me, but I got a good side look at Tina's
breasts and they were very, very nice.

   The pizza guy recovered his wits, sort of.  He grinned at them both,
blushed, and stepped back from the doorway as the girls waved and closed
it. Sandy quickly covered up before turning to face me, but Tina took her
time and gave me great front view before she pulled her shirt back together
and buttoned it.  My cock jumped to attention at the display and I knew it
would be obvious, so I lowered the pizza box to block their view.

   At least, I tried to.  I realized in that moment that more than just my
penis was stiff.  All over my body my muscles had locked into position. 
Nothing below the eyeballs would move.  The more I tried to move, the more
impossible it became.

   Memories came flooding back of the last time I'd experienced this.  It
was the night of my big hypnotic breakthrough.  "Just for tonight," Sandy
had said to me while my mind drifted in a fog, "whenever you have an
erection, your entire body will become part of it.  Your muscles will lock
in place as if you were a life-sized articulated doll.  I can move you, but
the more you try to move yourself the more impossible it will be, for as
long as your erection lasts."

   It had been a heck of a night.  Sandy had taken her time, teasing me
into a hard-on and playing with my body, then letting it subside.  I'd
start to do something and she'd put a hand down my pants or plant a hot
kiss on me and I'd be stiff and helpless again.  In a way it was fun
because it took the pressure off me, but it also got me so damned hot that
it took longer and longer to get my mobility back.  When she finally took
the suggestion off we had some of the best sex of our lives.

   And now it was happening again.

   "You look a little stiff, Rob," Tina teased.  "Maybe I should take that
for you." She pulled the pizza box out of my unresisting hands and walked
away toward the kitchen.

   Sandy put a hand on my shoulder.  "I'm sorry," she said quietly.  "I got
loose-lipped and told her about that night, and she started working on me
to do it again.  You said you wouldn't mind, so ..."

   I didn't remember agreeing to this, but my mouth wouldn't move to say
anything.  In my heart of hearts I knew she had to be right, though.  Some
part of me - most likely the part pushing against the front of my shorts
just then - liked this, so I was stuck with it.  Literally.

   I thought about my mom, about baseball, about Lorena Bobbitt.  After a
few minutes of that I felt myself softening and free movement returned.

   The girls were in the kitchen waiting for me.  Tina handed me a paper
plate with pizza on it and a refilled wine cup.  "New plan," she announced.
"We're going to get Sandy stinking drunk and then she and I are going to
put on a lesbian make-out session just for you."

   Sandy laughed hard enough that she almost dropped her pizza.  For just a
second or so I imagined that scene: Sandy flopped on a bed giggling while
Tina buried her face in Sandy's lap ...  and the arm that was raising pizza
toward my mouth began to slow and stiffen.

   "That's mean," Sandy protested.  "Let the man eat, will you?"

   Irritation pushed the sexy images out of my mind and restored muscle
control.  I shot a nasty look at Tina and got a quasi-apologetic shrug in
response.  "I'm sorry," she said.  "It's just so cool.  I've never seen
anyone hypnotized up close like that before.  What does it feel like?"

   "Maybe you should sit down with Sandy and find out first hand.  I can
think of a suggestion or two she could give you."

   "No, I didn't mean that.  I mean, when you're ...  frozen like that. 
What does that feel like?"

   I took a big bite and made her wait while I chewed and swallowed.  "It's
weird.  It's like being tied up, but more so.  There's nothing physical
stopping me from moving but none of my muscles will work except to keep me
from falling over.  Sandy could do anything she wanted with my body and I
couldn't do a thing to stop her." I felt a stirring in my groin at the
thought.  "And if we don't change the subject right now, you'll have to
feed me yourself."

   So we talked about moving and logistics.  The moving truck was due in
the morning; it would take Sandy an hour, at most, to pack up the few
things she needed for the night into a box already prepared for that.  Then
Tina would take her to the airport and that would be the last we'd see of
Sandy for a while.  I did my best not to look forlorn at the prospect but
doubted I was fooling anybody.

   We finished the pizza, drained our cups, and passed the merlot bottle
around until it was empty.  The food kept the buzz under control while we
cleaned up the debris.  We were done, but I wasn't ready to leave yet.  We
found ourselves sitting on the living room floor reminiscing until Tina
broke in with another question.  "Can you hypnotize yourself?"

   Sandy giggled.  "What is it with you and hypnosis tonight?"

   "I don't know," Tina said.  "It's a new thing for me.  I never realized
you guys were into it before, or what you did with it, and this is my last
chance to ask.  It sounds kind of kinky, in a fun way.  So can you?"

   "Yes," she answered, "you can.  I use self hypnosis a lot, actually.  It
keeps me from getting stressed out and helps get the creative juices
flowing when I need them."

   Tina's eyes sparkled.  "If you hypnotize yourself, can someone else
still give you suggestions?"

   "I suppose so," Sandy replied.  "I've never tried that, but it should
work."

   From the look on Tina's face that was exactly the answer she wanted. 
"Let's find out!  I dare you to hypnotize yourself and let me give you a
suggestion."

   "What are we, back in high school?" I protested, mostly to keep my mind
off the idea of what Tina might want to suggest.  "Is this Truth or Dare
time?"

   "Nah - just a little experiment.  Are you up for it, Sandy?"

   Sandy looked at me.  "I don't know.  What suggestion do you have in
mind?"

   Tina leaned over and whispered into Sandy's ear.  It was a long whisper.
Sandy's face looked dubious at first, then serious, then curious.  "Okay.
Let me do a couple of things first."

   That was Sandy slang for going to the bathroom.  She got up and took
care of that while I looked quizzically at Tina, who was doing her best
impression of the Cheshire Cat.  Whatever she had in mind, I wasn't going
to get any advance warning.  *Baseball, baseball, baseball...*

   Sandy came back with a big pillow from her bedroom.  She sat down and
positioned the pillow behind herself so she could lean back against the
wall in comfort.  Then she crossed her legs and held her hands outward. 
"Give me about five minutes," she told Tina.  "When my fingers stop moving,
I'll be ready."

   She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she let it out slowly.  On
each hand her thumb and forefinger formed a small circle.  With each
breath, those fingers would tap against each other three times.  I watched
the muscles in Sandy's face relax, her shoulders drop, her chest move
slowly in and out.  The tapping grew slower and slower, and I could make
out the signs of eye movement under her closed lids.  After a few minutes
the tapping stopped and Sandy's fingers relaxed and opened.

   "Sandy," Tina said, creeping forward and speaking slowly, "you agreed
that I can give you one suggestion.  And here is the suggestion: I want you
to relax all the way, sleep as deeply as you can, and ignore everything
else around you that you hear or feel until I tell you to wake up. 
Starting now."

   Sandy's muscles let go completely and she slumped to the side in an
uncomfortable-looking heap.  I scrambled forward and took control of
things, adjusting her body into a better position, moving the pillow to
support her neck and shoulders, and stretching her legs out to promote good
circulation.  While I did all of this Tina backed up out of the way and
said nothing.  As I finished adjusting Sandy's position I heard a soft thud
like someone dropping a pillow.

   Only it wasn't a pillow.  I turned around in time to see Tina stepping
out of her denim shorts, which had just hit the floor.  "Surprised?" she
teased while her fingers toyed with the buttons on her shirt.

   I was speechless.  I hadn't known Tina all that long - she was a friend
of Sandy's originally, though we both considered her a friend now - and had
never gotten so much as a hint that she had any interest in me.  But there
she was, bending over in just the right way to give me a big eyeful of
cleavage and more, sliding a pair of white panties down her legs and off
before kicking them aside.  She put her hands on her hips and let the shirt
fall open enough to show me an unbroken field of clear skin from her neck,
through the valley between her breasts, and down to the neatly-trimmed
arrowhead of black hair pointing the way any sane straight guy would be
aching to go.

   The hairs rose on the back of my neck.  *Baseball*, I thought.  *Mom. 
Lorena Bobbitt.  Tommy Lee.* But it was no good - my cock swelled and
pressed outward against my shorts, and I felt every other muscle in my body
lock into place.

   Tina fanned herself with the open front of her shirt.  "It's hot in
here, don't you think?" When I didn't respond, she grinned and closed the
space between us.  I felt her hand checking my front for the lump she knew
would be there.  "Speechless, I see.  But your body is telling me all I
want to know.  Here, let's get you a little more comfortable."

   She peeled my shirt off and spent a few minutes caressing my chest. 
"Nice," she purred.  "It's good to see you're still going to the gym." I
felt her fingers working at my waist and then the unmistakable feeling of
shorts and underwear sliding down my legs.  My hard-on popped free and
probably came close to hitting her in the face.

   "I can see why she liked this," Tina was saying.  "I can take my time
with you now and all you can do is allow it.  I can tease you like this
..." She illustrated by slowly stroking my cock between two fingers.  "Or I
could do this." She turned around and backed into me so that my cock
slipped down and in between her legs, just brushing against her outer lips.
"I could just rub myself against you until I come.  And as long as I keep
Little Rob here nice and excited, there's nothing you can do to stop me."

   She walked around behind me and whispered into my ear.  "Does that
excite you, Rob?  Does that make you even harder?  I know if it was you
stripping the clothes off me, you touching me wherever you want, you
talking about how much fun you could have with my body while I stood here
helpless, I'd be ready to come right now." Then she squeezed my ass cheeks.
"But we don't want that happening too quickly, do we?  If I make you come,
I lose my power for a while.  And I want us to enjoy that power."

   Tina walked away for a moment and I heard her dragging something across
the carpet.  Out of the corner of my eye she appeared with one of Sandy's
living room chairs.  She maneuvered me into the chair with surprising ease
- my muscles seemed to move at her touch quite easily, though they wouldn't
budge for me - and pulled the wadded-up clothes off my ankles.  My shoes
and socks came off next for good measure.  "I feel like dancing," she told
me.  "Would you like a lap dance?  Just say something if you'd rather I
not." I wasn't able to say anything and she knew it.

   Tina spread my legs apart and began to dance.  Her hips swayed, flashing
me alternating sides of her ass as the shirt tail rose and fell.  She
deliberately brushed against the tip of my cock, toying with me, keeping me
hard as nails.  "Remember the rules, Rob.  I can touch you if I want, but
you have to keep your hands to yourself.  No groping!" And she giggled,
knowing full well that as long as my soldier stood at attention I wasn't
going to be groping anybody.  Not without some help, anyway.

   She gave me the help.  Tina closed my legs and sat in my lap, pressing
her back against me and pulling my arms around her.  She put my hands on
her chest and moved them up and down.  I could feel her nipples poking
against my palms through the open shirt.  Then she moved one of my hands
down between her legs.  "Feel how wet you're making me, without even
trying?" She was, indeed, dripping.  My fingers were coated in her juices.

   "Oh, that feels so good!" She used my hand like a sex toy, sliding my
fingers up and down her slit and pressing my palm against her mound. 
Tina's breathing grew sharper and faster and her ass pressed hard against
my throbbing cock.  Her rhythm quickened and she stopped talking.  I felt
my hips shift a little and I knew that one way or another I'd be free soon.

   Tina must have felt that movement and realized what it meant.  She
jumped out of my lap and pinched my leg hard enough to put a welt on it. 
The sudden sharp pain pulled me back from the brink.  "No, Rob, I'm not
ready for you to come yet.  Soon, baby, but not yet." She sat down again,
this time facing me, and peeled off the shirt.  "Just watch me," she said.
"Watch me come."

   She shifted back and placed her own hand between her legs.  "You feel so
good I almost lost it," she said.  "I love having your fingers inside me,
Rob.  I love feeling your hard cock press against my ass.  I love feeling
your hand on my breast.  This is so hot, Rob ...  so hot ..."

   I sat there motionless and watched Tina masturbate herself into a loud
orgasm.  At one point she grabbed both of my hands and pressed them against
her breasts while she rode my right thigh, groaning and panting all the
way. And then she placed my arms around her and folded herself into my lap,
snuggling against my chest while she regained her strength.  It was
certainly hot to watch, but after a few minutes of sitting still I felt my
muscles beginning to loosen up.  My fingers gave an involuntary twitch and
I froze - had she noticed?

   Yes.  Tina reached down and discovered my cock had shrunk down to
semi-rigid.  "Oh, no, you don't," she said as she climbed off my lap.  Tina
spread my legs apart and before I could move to stop her she plunged her
mouth down over my semi-hard cock.  I felt her lips and tongue go to work
and in seconds I was at her mercy again.

   She came up for air and to make sure she had me back under control. 
"That's better.  I almost lost you for a moment there, didn't I?  That
won't do, not before the grand finale." She climbed back on and pulled my
face into the valley between her breasts.  One hand fondled my hard-on
while the other held my head in place.  "You don't want this to end yet, do
you, Rob?  Not until you've had that nice, hard cock buried inside me.  Not
until you've felt me squeezing against you.  Not until you get to make me
come.  Isn't that what you want?"

   *Holy fucking hell yes!* I thought, but how was I supposed to answer in
this condition?  Tina was staring at my face and I thought of the one thing
I could do: I moved my eyes up and down, quickly, in the closest thing I
could manage to a nod.

   She saw the movement and nodded with a happy smile on her face.  "Now
we're communicating.  You want to come, right?"

   Another eye nod.

   "Let's do that." Again my body cooperated quite nicely with Tina as she
pulled me out of the chair and had me kneel on the floor.  She got on all
fours and backed into me.  "Let's try some doggy style," she said.  One of
her hands reached back and guided my cock into position.  She was so wet
there was no resistance at all, just the squeeze of her inner muscles
against me.  She moaned as my shaft went in and pressed herself against me
to seat it all the way.  My back muscles flexed at the pressure and I
slipped back onto my heels, which pulled me out again.

   "Damn!" Tina looked annoyed.  "I guess we'll have to try something a
little more traditional." Being careful not to let me drop too hard, she
lowered me onto the floor and positioned me face up, legs together.  Then
she straddled me and sat down, sliding my cock inside her with a happy
moan. "That's more like it.  Mmmmm, that feels good."

   She took my hands and held them up to her chest.  Her body began to rock
back and forth, moving my cock in and out and rubbing it up against the
upper wall of her canal.  Her breasts brushed against my outstretched palms
and teased the nipples into full alert.  "That's it," she panted.  "Just a
little more now.  Just ...  a ...  little ..."

   I came first.  My hips flexed and my cock jumped and I felt the hot seed
shooting outward from my balls.  Pump, pump, pump ...  it kept going and I
felt my chest heaving in rhythm.  Tina rode me hard and cried out loudly as
she matched my pace.  Her muscles clenched around me and kept me going
until we were both limp and exhausted.  Tina slid down onto the floor next
to me and I held her in my arms, willingly this time, until our breathing
returned to normal.

   "Why didn't you say anything?" They were my first spoken words in over
half an hour - my voice sounded a little strange even to me.

   "Say what?" she challenged.  "Oh, by the way, I know you're still
carrying a bonfire-sized torch for my best friend, but I want to jump your
bones?"

   I had to give her that one.  "So now what?"

   Tina kissed me.  "Now we get dressed, I wake Sandy, and we go home."

   A reasonable plan under the circumstances.  "Mind if I go along to the
airport tomorrow?"

   "I think we'd all like that."

   The next morning I picked up Tina and we drove together to Sandy's
apartment.  The truck was already gone when we arrived and the place was
empty except for Sandy's suitcase and a pair of gift bags.  We loaded that
into the car and headed for the airport.

   Airport security being what it is, there wasn't time or space for a long
goodbye.  Sandy held out the gift bags to us.  "This is for you, Tina," she
said as she gave Tina the smaller of the two bags.  "And this one is for
you, Rob."

   "What the ...?" Tina reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of white
panties.  Then she recognized them and turned three shades more red.

   "The movers found those," Sandy explained, "in between a couple of
boxes. I figure somebody must have tossed them aside in a hurry, and
they're definitely not Rob's size."

   My bag had some heft to it.  While Tina and Sandy laughed together, I
peeked inside it and found the book, *Hypnotize Your Lover*.

   "I think you'll get more use out of it than I will for a while," Sandy
said.

   I helped Sandy get her things to the ticket counter, then stood by until
she was ready to go through security.  We hugged and said our goodbyes
there, then watched her trek down the corridor toward the passenger
screening line.

   Tina and I took our time strolling back to the car hand in hand.  "Want
to go get some breakfast?" I suggested.

   "Great idea!"

   We hugged and kissed, and I realized that the old saying was incomplete.

   A true friend is one who will help you move on.



   -wg 8/18/07












   

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