Love knows no limits
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Every day in and out it’s the same old thing, people come in to cash a check or maybe deposit something. My life is always the same I sit here day after day dealing with people, taking their abuse because they have insufficient funds in their accounts. My days a living nightmare but then it’s always made better when she comes in here. My bosses 23 year old daughter Madeline I’ve been working here for 16 years and I’m 35 years old, Ever since she’s been about 17 I’ve felt some longing for her, ever since she started to turn into a woman. How I wish to caress her, to hold her in my arms, to passionately make love to her. But sadly, I’m just some random clerk at the bank her daddy runs. There is no way I’m ever going to have my fantasies fulfilled.
Every Friday she comes in here, always around lunch time, to have lunch with her father. It’s the only time my day gets any better. Always wearing striped thigh high stockings and a short ruffled black skirt. With a black t-shirt over a long sleeve shirt that has stripes matching her stockings. She always walks into her father’s office and leans against the desk, which gives me a nice view, of the striped panties that match the rest of the outfit.
How I would love to just walk up to her and rip those away and then fuck her brains out while she leans up against the desk. At the site of this I usually just close and head out to lunch, as I always do; her still in my mind, just once I would love to hear her say hello.
“I’ve got it bad,” I mutter to myself as I look down into the cup of coffee in front of me waiting for my sandwich I ordered at the little Café across the street from the bank.
“You got what bad honey?” A woman says as she puts a plate down in front of me.
“I’m in love,” I said smiling weakly, as she put her hand on her hip.
“I have a husband honey,” the waitress said. “But thanks for the confession.”
“Alice,” I said. “I like you and I think you’re attractive but I’m in love with someone else.”
The waitress just held her hands on her his and cocked her head. I could tell she was thinking of something smart to say, but she decided against it, and then patted me on the back. “You’re a good kid, but keep your hopes up and they might get crushed.”
“Thanks Alice,” I said weakly. “Can I get some chili sauce for the fries?”
“Sure thing honey,” Alice said as she walked off.
I sat there mulling over what she said. Maybe I should say something to her. Maybe I should just leave it be and find someone my own age. Maybe I’m thinking too much into this. I shook my head as I went about eating my lunch, adding chili sauce to my fries. I’ve done this ever since I was a little kid and will do this till the day I die. It’s just something about my days living in Aspen when I was a little boy, I grew up with the sauce and I’ll die with it.
I paid for my food and darned the cup of coffee before I walked out of the café, I was standing waiting for the cross walk to change when I saw her standing there, on the other side of the road. Now I was cursing my luck had she been standing beside me I could say something to her, but then what would I have done stopped her in the middle of the road and say something then?
The light changed as I was standing there and was starting to walk across, I’d just pass by and let it slide, but I noticed something out the corner of my eye, a car kept coming not stopping, it was going to hit her. I didn’t think I just ran for it, I pushed her back and felt a snap as the car hit me. Pain engulfed my body as I fell to the ground screaming in agony. I looked at my arm it was bent at an odd angle and then so was my leg. Both my left arm and right leg were broken.
The person who was driving the car was hysteric as they tried to dial 911, so was about another 10 people. I looked over to where Madeline landed, she was sobbing hysterically, as she looked at me. A police car was there a few seconds later cordoning off the area. More police, an ambulance, and a fire truck completed the ensemble.
Through my gasp of pain and agony I was able to tell them, “Tell Mr. Miller I won’t be back from lunch.” With my left arm pointed towards the bank, before I passed out from the pain.
When I stirred I was being unloaded from the ambulance, and into the ER Madeline was walking beside the gurney, holding her shoulder, which was bandaged up, sobbing. Mr. Miller was following us in screaming at the top of his lungs; panicking. If I was him I would be the same way right about now.
I wasn’t free for long, I gave my statement as to what happened, and processed in. I was then taken for X-Rays giving a shot of morphine, and then the doctors said I’d need to be operated on. Great just what I needed surgery, all I remember was the dull feeling of my pain as they cut my clothes away from me, and put me on an operating table; the anesthesiologist counting backwards from ten as I fell from consciousness.
I was rather groggy and felt like I’d consumed a fifth of Everclear and went a few rounds in a kick boxing tournament, when I work up in the recovery room. It was a few minutes later that they moved me to another room, and then finally to a private room where they wanted me to stay for observation. Morphine was readily available to me at the push of a button but then it was set that I couldn’t get too much. That was quite alright, I dislike pain killers as much as I do the pain.
Throughout the day more police, came to get the same story over and over, friends came with flowers and balloons, my mother and father showed up as well. I guess their only son being hit by a car breaking a few bones and cracking a few ribs, would make any parent take the first flight to where they were.
The local media was calling me a hero, the person who hit me even though they were escorted by police showed up, sobbing, and begging my forgiveness. Which I told them, “Besides being banged up a bit you didn’t do too much to me, I’ll live, just please try to be a bit more careful about your driving.”
“I don’t want to press charges,” I told the officer that remained behind.
“You are too soft,” A man’s voice said as he walked into the room.
I looked over, and Mr. Miller was standing there Madeline was standing slightly to the side and behind him, her arm in a sling. She gave me a weak smile and remained silent. My heart lightened up to know that she was okay despite being a bit worse for wear.
“I want to say thank you,” Madeline spoke up as she stepped forward. “Daddy says you work for him, and you did it because you knew that I was his daughter.” My heart dropped a bit when she said that. “But then I feel like I know you would have done it if it was someone else.”
“It’s alright,” I said. “I’m just a little worse for wear, I’m just glad to see you are safe. Someone who still has their whole life ahead of them needs to be able to experience life; not be hindered by not accomplishing anything. I gave up on my dreams and I’ve let my life fade away, with little accomplished. I could say that I’ve done well for myself, but then when I was a kid I dreamed of being bigger things.”
“Jimmy,” Mr. Miller said. “When you get out of here, I’m sending you on vacation out of my wallet, as a thank you.”
“Thank you sir,” I choked out.
“I’ve a small bungalow in Barbados,” Mr. Miller said. “Spend a week there and relax. I’ll expect you back at work after that.”
“Yes sir,” I said, as I watched them walk out of the room.
It was another 3 days in the hospital before I was released, then I was finally cleared for traveling by my doctor 3 days later. I spent my time on the island for the most part indoors or hobbling along on a pair of crutches, at night as I went out to eat. Truth be told I was glad to be back, it rained for a few days and then I couldn’t really get any sun because my leg and arm were in a cast and would look weird if I had gotten a tan. When I got back, people seemed to be a lot nice to me when I was at work.
Another thing I noticed was that Madeline was coming in to the bank more not just to see her father but she would stop by and say hello to me, as well. My co-workers looked at me funny when she left but I just shrugged it off. Though I should really just come out and say something I can’t.
“Spill it,” someone said to my right. It was a co worker of mine; we were both getting ready to leave for the day. “Or better yet, I’ll treat you to dinner so how about it? I know something is going on.”
“If you insist,” I said dryly, as I grabbed the last of my things, and hobbled out of the bank.
I got into the passenger seat of his car because I couldn’t drive in my condition, I had been taking the bus to work, so he drove to a local place and we were sitting down when he started to bombard me. “Spill it, what’s going on between you and the boss’s daughter?”
“Nothing,” I said trying to hide the truth about how I really feel. “Nothing is going on Tom.”
“Liar,” tom said as he leaned forward. “Spill it or I’ll start spreading something.”
“Tom,” I sighed. “I’ve worked at the bank for 16 years. I’ve watched Madeline grow up do you honestly think that there is something going on between us?”
“Don’t give me the bull shit,” Tom said. “I can tell there is something. You like her don’t you? Don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen sad saps like you before. You are just afraid of saying something because her father is the president of the bank.”
“How would you know what I feel like?” I snapped back. “I’ve watched her grow up, I’ve known her since she was 7. I’ve seen her, talked to her, laughed with her. She barely knows I exist until I just go into an instinctual mode and push her out of the way of a car. Even now she acknowledges my existence but I can’t say how I really feel because I’m a coward. Do you have any idea how hard it is for someone like me pot say something to someone that they like?” I felt something build up inside of me, as I kept talking. “I’m 35 years old and I’m still a virgin, I’ve been single for the better part of 7 years. I’ve never had a lasting relationship, and I’m afraid to act on my feelings because I fear that I will lose love again.”
“Wow,” Tom said, as I fell silent. “Look man, I understand. I was 24 when I first got a girlfriend. I was so nervous that I nearly passed out when I asked her out for the first time. My only advice is just do it.”
†˜Just do it.’ Those words played through my head as I went to bed, that night. It was true, I’ve let a large portion of my life slide by, and I’ve never aspired for anything since I was a child, I just kind of fell into this life that I live. I need to do something about this situation; I can’t live my life in neutral and let it roll down hill. I need to take charge and do something.
Every Friday she comes in here, always around lunch time, to have lunch with her father. It’s the only time my day gets any better. Always wearing striped thigh high stockings and a short ruffled black skirt. With a black t-shirt over a long sleeve shirt that has stripes matching her stockings. She always walks into her father’s office and leans against the desk, which gives me a nice view, of the striped panties that match the rest of the outfit.
How I would love to just walk up to her and rip those away and then fuck her brains out while she leans up against the desk. At the site of this I usually just close and head out to lunch, as I always do; her still in my mind, just once I would love to hear her say hello.
“I’ve got it bad,” I mutter to myself as I look down into the cup of coffee in front of me waiting for my sandwich I ordered at the little Café across the street from the bank.
“You got what bad honey?” A woman says as she puts a plate down in front of me.
“I’m in love,” I said smiling weakly, as she put her hand on her hip.
“I have a husband honey,” the waitress said. “But thanks for the confession.”
“Alice,” I said. “I like you and I think you’re attractive but I’m in love with someone else.”
The waitress just held her hands on her his and cocked her head. I could tell she was thinking of something smart to say, but she decided against it, and then patted me on the back. “You’re a good kid, but keep your hopes up and they might get crushed.”
“Thanks Alice,” I said weakly. “Can I get some chili sauce for the fries?”
“Sure thing honey,” Alice said as she walked off.
I sat there mulling over what she said. Maybe I should say something to her. Maybe I should just leave it be and find someone my own age. Maybe I’m thinking too much into this. I shook my head as I went about eating my lunch, adding chili sauce to my fries. I’ve done this ever since I was a little kid and will do this till the day I die. It’s just something about my days living in Aspen when I was a little boy, I grew up with the sauce and I’ll die with it.
I paid for my food and darned the cup of coffee before I walked out of the café, I was standing waiting for the cross walk to change when I saw her standing there, on the other side of the road. Now I was cursing my luck had she been standing beside me I could say something to her, but then what would I have done stopped her in the middle of the road and say something then?
The light changed as I was standing there and was starting to walk across, I’d just pass by and let it slide, but I noticed something out the corner of my eye, a car kept coming not stopping, it was going to hit her. I didn’t think I just ran for it, I pushed her back and felt a snap as the car hit me. Pain engulfed my body as I fell to the ground screaming in agony. I looked at my arm it was bent at an odd angle and then so was my leg. Both my left arm and right leg were broken.
The person who was driving the car was hysteric as they tried to dial 911, so was about another 10 people. I looked over to where Madeline landed, she was sobbing hysterically, as she looked at me. A police car was there a few seconds later cordoning off the area. More police, an ambulance, and a fire truck completed the ensemble.
Through my gasp of pain and agony I was able to tell them, “Tell Mr. Miller I won’t be back from lunch.” With my left arm pointed towards the bank, before I passed out from the pain.
When I stirred I was being unloaded from the ambulance, and into the ER Madeline was walking beside the gurney, holding her shoulder, which was bandaged up, sobbing. Mr. Miller was following us in screaming at the top of his lungs; panicking. If I was him I would be the same way right about now.
I wasn’t free for long, I gave my statement as to what happened, and processed in. I was then taken for X-Rays giving a shot of morphine, and then the doctors said I’d need to be operated on. Great just what I needed surgery, all I remember was the dull feeling of my pain as they cut my clothes away from me, and put me on an operating table; the anesthesiologist counting backwards from ten as I fell from consciousness.
I was rather groggy and felt like I’d consumed a fifth of Everclear and went a few rounds in a kick boxing tournament, when I work up in the recovery room. It was a few minutes later that they moved me to another room, and then finally to a private room where they wanted me to stay for observation. Morphine was readily available to me at the push of a button but then it was set that I couldn’t get too much. That was quite alright, I dislike pain killers as much as I do the pain.
Throughout the day more police, came to get the same story over and over, friends came with flowers and balloons, my mother and father showed up as well. I guess their only son being hit by a car breaking a few bones and cracking a few ribs, would make any parent take the first flight to where they were.
The local media was calling me a hero, the person who hit me even though they were escorted by police showed up, sobbing, and begging my forgiveness. Which I told them, “Besides being banged up a bit you didn’t do too much to me, I’ll live, just please try to be a bit more careful about your driving.”
“I don’t want to press charges,” I told the officer that remained behind.
“You are too soft,” A man’s voice said as he walked into the room.
I looked over, and Mr. Miller was standing there Madeline was standing slightly to the side and behind him, her arm in a sling. She gave me a weak smile and remained silent. My heart lightened up to know that she was okay despite being a bit worse for wear.
“I want to say thank you,” Madeline spoke up as she stepped forward. “Daddy says you work for him, and you did it because you knew that I was his daughter.” My heart dropped a bit when she said that. “But then I feel like I know you would have done it if it was someone else.”
“It’s alright,” I said. “I’m just a little worse for wear, I’m just glad to see you are safe. Someone who still has their whole life ahead of them needs to be able to experience life; not be hindered by not accomplishing anything. I gave up on my dreams and I’ve let my life fade away, with little accomplished. I could say that I’ve done well for myself, but then when I was a kid I dreamed of being bigger things.”
“Jimmy,” Mr. Miller said. “When you get out of here, I’m sending you on vacation out of my wallet, as a thank you.”
“Thank you sir,” I choked out.
“I’ve a small bungalow in Barbados,” Mr. Miller said. “Spend a week there and relax. I’ll expect you back at work after that.”
“Yes sir,” I said, as I watched them walk out of the room.
It was another 3 days in the hospital before I was released, then I was finally cleared for traveling by my doctor 3 days later. I spent my time on the island for the most part indoors or hobbling along on a pair of crutches, at night as I went out to eat. Truth be told I was glad to be back, it rained for a few days and then I couldn’t really get any sun because my leg and arm were in a cast and would look weird if I had gotten a tan. When I got back, people seemed to be a lot nice to me when I was at work.
Another thing I noticed was that Madeline was coming in to the bank more not just to see her father but she would stop by and say hello to me, as well. My co-workers looked at me funny when she left but I just shrugged it off. Though I should really just come out and say something I can’t.
“Spill it,” someone said to my right. It was a co worker of mine; we were both getting ready to leave for the day. “Or better yet, I’ll treat you to dinner so how about it? I know something is going on.”
“If you insist,” I said dryly, as I grabbed the last of my things, and hobbled out of the bank.
I got into the passenger seat of his car because I couldn’t drive in my condition, I had been taking the bus to work, so he drove to a local place and we were sitting down when he started to bombard me. “Spill it, what’s going on between you and the boss’s daughter?”
“Nothing,” I said trying to hide the truth about how I really feel. “Nothing is going on Tom.”
“Liar,” tom said as he leaned forward. “Spill it or I’ll start spreading something.”
“Tom,” I sighed. “I’ve worked at the bank for 16 years. I’ve watched Madeline grow up do you honestly think that there is something going on between us?”
“Don’t give me the bull shit,” Tom said. “I can tell there is something. You like her don’t you? Don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen sad saps like you before. You are just afraid of saying something because her father is the president of the bank.”
“How would you know what I feel like?” I snapped back. “I’ve watched her grow up, I’ve known her since she was 7. I’ve seen her, talked to her, laughed with her. She barely knows I exist until I just go into an instinctual mode and push her out of the way of a car. Even now she acknowledges my existence but I can’t say how I really feel because I’m a coward. Do you have any idea how hard it is for someone like me pot say something to someone that they like?” I felt something build up inside of me, as I kept talking. “I’m 35 years old and I’m still a virgin, I’ve been single for the better part of 7 years. I’ve never had a lasting relationship, and I’m afraid to act on my feelings because I fear that I will lose love again.”
“Wow,” Tom said, as I fell silent. “Look man, I understand. I was 24 when I first got a girlfriend. I was so nervous that I nearly passed out when I asked her out for the first time. My only advice is just do it.”
†˜Just do it.’ Those words played through my head as I went to bed, that night. It was true, I’ve let a large portion of my life slide by, and I’ve never aspired for anything since I was a child, I just kind of fell into this life that I live. I need to do something about this situation; I can’t live my life in neutral and let it roll down hill. I need to take charge and do something.
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When I woke up it was about 7 AM, the bank opened at ten on Saturdays so I had plenty of time, it’s pointless really open from 10AM to 1PM but I guess people like getting their checks into the bank on Saturdays. When I hobbled into the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. The bruising was all but gone, and I needed a shave, I looked like I’d been in a hole for the last three days, because I haven’t shaved. Though I did notice a small goatee starting to grow and then I thought I’d give it a look, as I shaved I left the goatee in place to see how it looked. Soul patch and all it looked in place so I left it, and then took the box of cling wrap that was lying on the counter, and began to wrap both cast, in it before starting the shower up.
It took a good 30 minutes for me to bathe and the water was running cold by the end of it all. But I needed the bath. I felt refreshed as I dried myself off and hobbled naked from the bath room, into my bedroom. Where I grabbed my boxer shorts and then over to the closet to grab a shirt and tie, and some pants. Getting a dress shirt on is easy, pants are a bit tricky, but tying a tie with only one hand? Impossible. I sighed as I hobbled from the room, and down the hall and out the door. “I’ll just leave it, it’s Saturday for Christ sake.”
On the bus I get looks from everyone because it takes me forever to get on, and off; but when I get to work, I’m right at my little station waiting for people to come in and go. It just seems to be a normal Saturday, the day was dwindling down. When Tom nudged me, as I was finalizing some paperwork I had. And I looked up, Melinda was walking towards me, wearing her normal attire of black skirt and thigh high stockings with a black T-Shirt, her arm was back to normal for the most part, so the sling was gone while I still had another few weeks before I could get the cast taken off.
“Hello Johnny,” she said with a smile that brightened my mood.
“Uh hi,” I fumbled. I could feel Tom drilling holes in my head with his peripheral vision. “Um, you, you look nice.”
“Thank you,” she said with a cheerful smile.
I had to think fast, my mind was saying one thing my heart another and my mouth was about to turn to mush. “Would you, uh that is would you like to maybe get a cup of coffee or something?” I could feel my face turning red as I felt stupid asking her that. It made me feel like I was back in middle school telling a girl that I liked her. I’m an older man by 12 years, why would she have interest in me, of all people? “That is, if you want to.”
I could tell she was shocked by what I had just asked as she diverted her gaze, not looking directly at me as she fumbled to respond. “Uh, I was going to go to the movies, with some friends today.” My heart sank of course she wouldn’t want anything to do with me. “But they all ditched at the last minute. Would you, would you want to come along?”
“Uh yeah,” I said shocked at her response. “I’m be ready to go in about 15 minutes.”
“Okay I’ll be waiting outside,” Melinda said as she started to walk off.
“You little bastard,” I heard Tom say as she walked out the door. “You are so going to get it when Miller finds out.”
“Finds what out?” I heard Mr. Miller’s voice come from behind me.
I felt as if all the warm air around me was sucked away and replaced by frigid cold. Then I felt a firm grasp on my shoulder as I was forced around to face him. I thought this was it, I’m toast, I’m fired; I waited for it, I accept anything that may happen. “Uh…” Is all I could say stalling for some time, as I felt his grip tighten a bit more.
“You know,” Mr. Miller said as his face stayed emotionless and call. “I generally dislike my princess dating anyone older than her, by more than a few years. But you I know are a good man, just don’t do anything stupid will you?”
I swallowed hard, as I tried to process, what just happened. “Thank you sir.” It was all I could say; I could see Tom and his gaping mouth from the corner of my eye, which I took as a good sign for me at least, in some ways bad in others. I finished what little work I had to do before I punched out for the day, and hobbled outside, into the bright sunlight of the day.
“Sorry that took a bit longer than I expected,” I said as I walked over to where she was standing her cell phone in hand I presumed she was reading or sending a text. “Shall, shall we?”
“I hope daddy didn’t do or say anything too horrible to you,” I heard her say when she looked up, her face red. She showed me the text message.
I felt like just turning around and taking the first buss home, but as a man I couldn’t do that. It had been about 7 years since I was last out on a date, and I needed this. For me and the greater good of my personal psyche; after all it’s just a movie, what could happen?
The way down town is set up is rather simple there is a bowling alley, a barber shop the bank, a few little restaurants, and then the movies all within a 4 block radius. Welcome to Suburbia, as I like to call it, everything is within walking distance of everything else, the apartments that I live at are about 2 miles from where I work and further out are the suburbs. It was a nice day so the hobbling walk two blocks from the bank was long but pleasant, I was so nervous I tried to keep from putting my foot in my mouth as we talked.
The movie theater here is quite ingeniously done, the building it resides in was an old Department store and it was converted into a single screen movie theater, looking at it from the outside you would not think it but it’s rather ingenious how it worked out, especially inside you walk into a open room with a counter too one side of the room and a ticket booth right in front of you, the interior done in the old Majestic Theater decor. The sign above the ticket booth gave me reason to believe why her friends ditched at the last minute. A lot of people don’t like the old classics especially the ones that are in Black and white.
“Two please,” I said as I fished out my wallet. “It’s alright, I’ll get this.”
I could see her face turning slightly pink, when I said that. It’s my guess she has never had someone offer to pay for anything when she was the one who asked them to come along. But as I was raised, it’s the man who pays for the date. A date that’s what this was for the first time in seven years I could say something like this.
“I’ve always wanted to see this movie,” Melinda said as we found out way into the small theater room.
“You are kidding me,” I said amused. “Not too many people know what this movie is about, they know the name Casablanca but they don’t know about it. Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman both of them great actors of their time.”
“So was Lon Chaney, and Bela Lugosi,” Melinda added as she lead me about half way up the theater and because of my leg only moved to the second seat and gave me the outside.
“I’m impressed,” I said not saying the “I’m in love that I wanted to say. I’ve met only a hand full of people that have the same love for old movies like I do. But when you were raised by grandparents, that watched things like this ritually, you learn to like and then to love them.
The movie lasted into the mid afternoon and the theater was filled with the usual people movie buffs and that was about it. The new multiplex theater on the edge of town never really did anything to this theater when it opened, people still come to see the good old ones, but we walked along the street, stopping now and again.
“Hold up,” I said as we passed by a florist, I fished a few dollars from my wallet and procured a orange Gerber daisy, and then broke the stem short on it. “Hold still a second.”
I took the flower and placed it in her hair so the stem rested along her ear, and under her hair, it off set the deep chocolate brown of her hair.
“What what was that for?” she stammered, as she looked at me her face flushing.
“I can’t rightly say,” I said grinning slightly, as I took my hand and held her chin slightly. But here’s looking at you kid.”
“I can’t believe you,” Melinda said as she started to walk away.
I watched her walk off, as I sat there counting to myself. Five, four, three, two, one, and just like that I could tell that she was just trying to get me to do something as she stopped, and turned and looked at me standing there with that dumb grin still on my face. “No one has ever done anything like this for me.”
“I’m not like other people,” I said. “Stick around me and you’ll learn what I mean by that.”
“You really are a piece of work,” Melinda said as she smacked my good arm.
“Careful I need at least one good arm,” I laughed, causing her to laugh as well.
Then I caught sight of it, watching her laugh and smile, is just one of those things that makes you forget about worries, and all your troubles, just getting caught up in the moment. The joy that life has to offer, love that knows no bounds, age is just a number, this girl is almost like an extension of my soul. I just want to hold her and kiss her but I must resist the temptation.
“I had a really great time,” she said as she looked down the smile still on her face.
“So did I,” I said as I adverted my gaze as well. Thinking to myself I need to say something show that I’m interested in doing something like this again. That’s when I grabbed my phone, I needed to call a cab to come pick me up but then I thought that maybe I could get a cell number or something. “Um, I know it’s out of the blue but maybe I could get your phone number?”
“Here let me program it in for you,” she said as I handed her my phone. :”There all done.” She said as she handed it back to me. “What’s yours?”
I gave her my number, and then I was standing there in an awkward silence. “I guess I’ll see you around then?”
“Um would you like a ride home?” She asked as she looked across the street at the parking garage. “It’s better than taking a cab or riding the bus; so how about it?”
“As odd as it may be,” I said. “Sure, why not?”
It took a good 30 minutes for me to bathe and the water was running cold by the end of it all. But I needed the bath. I felt refreshed as I dried myself off and hobbled naked from the bath room, into my bedroom. Where I grabbed my boxer shorts and then over to the closet to grab a shirt and tie, and some pants. Getting a dress shirt on is easy, pants are a bit tricky, but tying a tie with only one hand? Impossible. I sighed as I hobbled from the room, and down the hall and out the door. “I’ll just leave it, it’s Saturday for Christ sake.”
On the bus I get looks from everyone because it takes me forever to get on, and off; but when I get to work, I’m right at my little station waiting for people to come in and go. It just seems to be a normal Saturday, the day was dwindling down. When Tom nudged me, as I was finalizing some paperwork I had. And I looked up, Melinda was walking towards me, wearing her normal attire of black skirt and thigh high stockings with a black T-Shirt, her arm was back to normal for the most part, so the sling was gone while I still had another few weeks before I could get the cast taken off.
“Hello Johnny,” she said with a smile that brightened my mood.
“Uh hi,” I fumbled. I could feel Tom drilling holes in my head with his peripheral vision. “Um, you, you look nice.”
“Thank you,” she said with a cheerful smile.
I had to think fast, my mind was saying one thing my heart another and my mouth was about to turn to mush. “Would you, uh that is would you like to maybe get a cup of coffee or something?” I could feel my face turning red as I felt stupid asking her that. It made me feel like I was back in middle school telling a girl that I liked her. I’m an older man by 12 years, why would she have interest in me, of all people? “That is, if you want to.”
I could tell she was shocked by what I had just asked as she diverted her gaze, not looking directly at me as she fumbled to respond. “Uh, I was going to go to the movies, with some friends today.” My heart sank of course she wouldn’t want anything to do with me. “But they all ditched at the last minute. Would you, would you want to come along?”
“Uh yeah,” I said shocked at her response. “I’m be ready to go in about 15 minutes.”
“Okay I’ll be waiting outside,” Melinda said as she started to walk off.
“You little bastard,” I heard Tom say as she walked out the door. “You are so going to get it when Miller finds out.”
“Finds what out?” I heard Mr. Miller’s voice come from behind me.
I felt as if all the warm air around me was sucked away and replaced by frigid cold. Then I felt a firm grasp on my shoulder as I was forced around to face him. I thought this was it, I’m toast, I’m fired; I waited for it, I accept anything that may happen. “Uh…” Is all I could say stalling for some time, as I felt his grip tighten a bit more.
“You know,” Mr. Miller said as his face stayed emotionless and call. “I generally dislike my princess dating anyone older than her, by more than a few years. But you I know are a good man, just don’t do anything stupid will you?”
I swallowed hard, as I tried to process, what just happened. “Thank you sir.” It was all I could say; I could see Tom and his gaping mouth from the corner of my eye, which I took as a good sign for me at least, in some ways bad in others. I finished what little work I had to do before I punched out for the day, and hobbled outside, into the bright sunlight of the day.
“Sorry that took a bit longer than I expected,” I said as I walked over to where she was standing her cell phone in hand I presumed she was reading or sending a text. “Shall, shall we?”
“I hope daddy didn’t do or say anything too horrible to you,” I heard her say when she looked up, her face red. She showed me the text message.
I felt like just turning around and taking the first buss home, but as a man I couldn’t do that. It had been about 7 years since I was last out on a date, and I needed this. For me and the greater good of my personal psyche; after all it’s just a movie, what could happen?
The way down town is set up is rather simple there is a bowling alley, a barber shop the bank, a few little restaurants, and then the movies all within a 4 block radius. Welcome to Suburbia, as I like to call it, everything is within walking distance of everything else, the apartments that I live at are about 2 miles from where I work and further out are the suburbs. It was a nice day so the hobbling walk two blocks from the bank was long but pleasant, I was so nervous I tried to keep from putting my foot in my mouth as we talked.
The movie theater here is quite ingeniously done, the building it resides in was an old Department store and it was converted into a single screen movie theater, looking at it from the outside you would not think it but it’s rather ingenious how it worked out, especially inside you walk into a open room with a counter too one side of the room and a ticket booth right in front of you, the interior done in the old Majestic Theater decor. The sign above the ticket booth gave me reason to believe why her friends ditched at the last minute. A lot of people don’t like the old classics especially the ones that are in Black and white.
“Two please,” I said as I fished out my wallet. “It’s alright, I’ll get this.”
I could see her face turning slightly pink, when I said that. It’s my guess she has never had someone offer to pay for anything when she was the one who asked them to come along. But as I was raised, it’s the man who pays for the date. A date that’s what this was for the first time in seven years I could say something like this.
“I’ve always wanted to see this movie,” Melinda said as we found out way into the small theater room.
“You are kidding me,” I said amused. “Not too many people know what this movie is about, they know the name Casablanca but they don’t know about it. Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman both of them great actors of their time.”
“So was Lon Chaney, and Bela Lugosi,” Melinda added as she lead me about half way up the theater and because of my leg only moved to the second seat and gave me the outside.
“I’m impressed,” I said not saying the “I’m in love that I wanted to say. I’ve met only a hand full of people that have the same love for old movies like I do. But when you were raised by grandparents, that watched things like this ritually, you learn to like and then to love them.
The movie lasted into the mid afternoon and the theater was filled with the usual people movie buffs and that was about it. The new multiplex theater on the edge of town never really did anything to this theater when it opened, people still come to see the good old ones, but we walked along the street, stopping now and again.
“Hold up,” I said as we passed by a florist, I fished a few dollars from my wallet and procured a orange Gerber daisy, and then broke the stem short on it. “Hold still a second.”
I took the flower and placed it in her hair so the stem rested along her ear, and under her hair, it off set the deep chocolate brown of her hair.
“What what was that for?” she stammered, as she looked at me her face flushing.
“I can’t rightly say,” I said grinning slightly, as I took my hand and held her chin slightly. But here’s looking at you kid.”
“I can’t believe you,” Melinda said as she started to walk away.
I watched her walk off, as I sat there counting to myself. Five, four, three, two, one, and just like that I could tell that she was just trying to get me to do something as she stopped, and turned and looked at me standing there with that dumb grin still on my face. “No one has ever done anything like this for me.”
“I’m not like other people,” I said. “Stick around me and you’ll learn what I mean by that.”
“You really are a piece of work,” Melinda said as she smacked my good arm.
“Careful I need at least one good arm,” I laughed, causing her to laugh as well.
Then I caught sight of it, watching her laugh and smile, is just one of those things that makes you forget about worries, and all your troubles, just getting caught up in the moment. The joy that life has to offer, love that knows no bounds, age is just a number, this girl is almost like an extension of my soul. I just want to hold her and kiss her but I must resist the temptation.
“I had a really great time,” she said as she looked down the smile still on her face.
“So did I,” I said as I adverted my gaze as well. Thinking to myself I need to say something show that I’m interested in doing something like this again. That’s when I grabbed my phone, I needed to call a cab to come pick me up but then I thought that maybe I could get a cell number or something. “Um, I know it’s out of the blue but maybe I could get your phone number?”
“Here let me program it in for you,” she said as I handed her my phone. :”There all done.” She said as she handed it back to me. “What’s yours?”
I gave her my number, and then I was standing there in an awkward silence. “I guess I’ll see you around then?”
“Um would you like a ride home?” She asked as she looked across the street at the parking garage. “It’s better than taking a cab or riding the bus; so how about it?”
“As odd as it may be,” I said. “Sure, why not?”
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It’s strange to have a girl drive you home when you were always the one who drove them, pick them up and take them home. That’s how I’ve always done it but then this is an exception, I’ve never had a busted leg and arm, before.
“So um,” I said pausing trying to figure out what to say. “Thank you for driving me home.”
“It’s alright,” Melinda said as she diverted her gaze, from me. “I. I had fun.”
“Uh would you like to,” I started, then paused what am I doing I barely know this girl why would she even consider it? “Never mind forget I said anything.”
“Were you going to ask me inside?” She asked her face flushing.
“Forget it,” I said as I opened the door. “It was a bad lapse in my judgment to say anything.”
“I’ve nothing else to do,” she said still not looking at me. “No one waiting for me at my own apartment, I’d like to stay with you for the warmth of company.”
“Are you sure?” I asked timidly, I seriously need to get a hold of myself here. A beautiful young girl who I feel strong feelings of love and wanting towards wants to stay with me, why do I doubt myself, and these situations?
“Yes,” she said as she got out of the car herself.
The inside of my apartment to most people would leave a lot to be desired. I live alone in a one bed one bath apartment, with a small kitchenette the apartment in all could be considered 3 rooms, when you walk in there is a small linoleum covered area of the floor, then a trackless carpet that looks like the color of uncooked rice that you buy in a store takes over the rest of it save for the bathroom and kitchenette which have the same linoleum floor as the entrance.
The decorating is that of a man who loves film noir, movie posters from old black and white movies, Hitchcock films, even foreign films lined the walls. In one corner of the room sat an oak TV stand that had a decent sized flat screen TV on it and speakers were mounted in the corners of the room. A leather couch sat positioned against one wall, with a good view of the TV and a matching Leather recliner sat positioned just so that one can watch TV or talk to someone sitting on the couch with ease. A bookshelf filled with DVD’s sat next to the TV stand, and the finishing touch was a small oak dining table with 4 chairs around it, sat adjacent to the Kitchenette.
The bedroom is another example of a bachelor. A standard sized bed without a headboard is the largest piece of furniture, while a six drawer dresser sits with 4 feet between the foot of the bed and it. Is the home of another Flat Screen TV all be it a smaller one, a night stand with a small lamp and an alarm clock sits on the right side of the bed. The bathroom is possibly the most minimalistic room in the apartment, on the counter where the sink is sits a can of Barbasol, a razor, a tube of tooth paste, a bottle of Listerine, a container of dental floss, and a cup with a tooth brush sticking out of it, is possibly the most decoration in the room. The tub has only a bottle of shampoo; some conditioner and a bottle of body wash all plainly visible through the clear vinyl shower curtain.
“Welcome to Casa Johnny,” I laughed satirically. “The home of a guy who has no decorative taste what so ever and I mean it. The last time I moved, it took a small U-Haul to get all my stuff and it took me and a buddy, six hours to move everything from point A to point B and have it set up. Would you like something to drink?”
“Uh no thank you,” Melinda said as she was looking at the DVD’s that I had. “You are a peculiar man.”
“And why is that?” I asked as I sat down in the recliner.
“I’ve heard of only a handful of these films,” Melinda said. “Seen fewer, and each of them are older than I am.”
“They are all older than I am as well,” I said as I sat there. “I was born in 74 I think the newest movie on that shelf was made in 76.”
What am I doing? Why am I just sitting here? Why am I not trying to move things along? All these questions are running through my head as a wild fancy runs through my head. But my stomach brought me back to reality. I seem to have three things I think with sometimes my head, my dick and my stomach; and right now my stomach is mad because I haven’t had anything to eat all day.
“Eh heh, heh,” I chuckled as I rubbed my stomach. “Are you getting hungry?”
“Now that you mention it I had lunch before I came into the bank and that was it,” Melinda said as she turned around.
“It’s Saturday so I normally get a pizza or dim sum,” I said dully.
“Dim sum sounds good,” Melinda said. “It’s fun to pick at a carton of Chinese takeout while you are cuddled up with someone watching a movie.”
“What do you like?” I asked as I got up and walked over to the phone.
“Um, I like the General Tso Chicken.”
“Alright,” I said as I dialed the phone number for the local Dim sum place, gave them my usual order and with the addition to an extra order of fried sweet doughnuts and the General Tso’s chicken for delivery. “It’ll be here in about 45 minutes. Pick a movie and we’ll watch it in the mean time.”
“Any movie?” She asked as she looked at the case.
“Any one of them,” I said as I sat on the couch with the remote, watching as she grabbed one of the cases and put the DVD into the DVD Player. When I saw what movie it was, I just looked at her and waited till she sat down before I started speaking again. “Is it me or do you like movies with Humphrey Bogart? First Casablanca and now another one †˜In A Lonely Place’; It’s a good movie, but I’m surprised by you, not too many people would choose this one.”
“I’m not like most other people,” Melinda said as she nuzzled herself right next to me. “Besides you look like a younger Humphrey Bogart.”
My mind was sent racing at by this, the warmth of her body spread into mine and she sat so close to me her I hit the play button and lowered my arm around her, just sitting there made time seem to stop; just me and her, alone in an eternity. Her scent filled my nose, and my brain shut down leaving my dick to do the thinking, but that was overruled by my stomach, and I almost didn’t want to answer the door when the food arrived.
“Alright,” a little oriental man said as I opened the door. “General Tso’s Chicken, Bourbon Chicken, extra Green Peppers, and an order of Fried Sweet Doughnuts. That is twenty one dolla for food.”
“Here’s 25 keep the change,” I said as I handed him a twenty and a five.
“Thank you very much sir,” the guy said as I closed the door. “Hungry?” I sat the food on the coffee table and then moved into the kitchenette to grab a pair of chopsticks that I owned, “Do you want a fork or a pair of chopsticks? Also what do you want to drink?”
“I’ll just use the ones they give you,” Melinda said as she took a pair that were in the bag. “And if you have any kind of soda that would be nice.”
“Ice?” I asked as I grabbed two cans of root beer, from the fridge.
“If it’s cold no thank you,” she said as I started talking back into the room a pair of chopsticks in my mouth, and two cans in my right hand. “Here let me help you with that.”
Right when she stood up, I noticed something that made my other head take control; her skirt had ruffled just so slightly I was given a good view of her panties even though for just a split second, I was glad the chopsticks were in my mouth, because I probably would have whistled if they weren’t.
“You have your own chopsticks?” Melinda said as I sat down and stuck the chopsticks into a pint of fried rice.
“Yes,” I said bluntly. “I’ve got three more pairs of them. I just don’t like the disposable ones that they give you. The last time I used a pair I got a splinter in my tongue.”
When I said this she laughed, and I could feel my face flushing slightly, it wasn’t funny, but I could see how someone would find it funny. “I’m sorry for laughing. But a splinter in your tongue, the thought just made me crack up.”
“You won’t laugh when it happens to you,” I said dryly as I maneuvered some of the rice into my mouth, as the movie started playing again.
As we ate I can’t really tell if we actually paid that much attention to the movie. Because I suddenly found her picking at my bourbon chicken, then looking at me with puppy dog eyes when I looked at her as she ate it. Things then spiraled from there, she ended up feeding me, and I her. The movie had stopped playing long before we actually finished eating. She took the trash to the little rubbish bin in the kitchenette and I followed her in grabbing a bag of popcorn, and threw it in the microwave.
Once that was popped, we were back on the couch, a bowl of popcorn sitting on our laps, as we sat close watching movies, as the day turned to night. I don’t know how many movies we watched, but all I know is that we must have fallen asleep because when I woke up it was daylight, and the TV was still on the DVD Menu for Vertigo, and Melinda’s head was on my chest as she was sound asleep.
This is the kind of thing I’ve been wanting, a meaning that only someone else can bring to me. Something like this, just waking up, after falling asleep watching old movies with someone, to find them still asleep in your arms, it’s something that, I’ve been missing, something that I needed.
I sat there for a few minutes watching her sleep, her face so peaceful as she laid there, but it wasn’t long before she woke up, and then sat bolt upright and looked at me. “Wha, what, what time is it?”
I flipped the TV over to the local TV Guide channel to find that it was about noon, then I turned the TV off, before I stood up. “I really had a great time, and I realized what I’ve been missing.”
“What are you saying?” She asked as she looked at me.
“I realized that I’ve been missing something in my life.” I said as I moved to and fro across the room huddling on my crutches. “I’ve been missing that connection of two people. You have brought that back to me, what I’m trying to say is that I like you, and well, I’d like to see where this could lead.”
“Are you saying…” she trailed off, as she stood and walked closer to me.
“That I think I love you?” I asked as she put her arms around my neck. “Then yes, I didn’t think I would be able to say something like this but getting to know you, what little we’ve shared, I feel...”
My words were cut off as she pressed her lips to mine, what I was going to say faded away in the sheer bliss of this moment. My consciousness faded into the moment, all I could think about we her touch, her warmth, it felt as if a million years had passed in the few seconds that she had kissed me.
“Don’t say another word,” She said as we parted. “I want this to remain the way it is, I don’t want things to be rushed.”
“Nor do I,” I said as I stood there.
“I need to get back home,” she said, as she kissed me one more time. “I’ll call you latter.”
“Uh yeah,” I said as I walked her to the door and watched her get into her car and drive off. “What have I got myself into?” I( asked myself as I moved to tit in my armchair and mull this over. I’ve confessed my love to a girl that I barely know and who happens to be 12 years younger than me and to top it all off my boss’s daughter. If it was anytime for a hard drink it would be now but I needed another hydrocodone.
My arm and leg were killing me and it much to my displeasure is the only thing readily available to kill the pain. After I was released from the hospital I was given 15 tabs that was about a month ago and there are still nine left. Once the cast come off, and I’m certain the pain is gone for good, they are going right down the toilet. It took about thirty minutes before the feeling of pain started to fade away as the medicine took effect. “Only two more weeks I hope.”
“So um,” I said pausing trying to figure out what to say. “Thank you for driving me home.”
“It’s alright,” Melinda said as she diverted her gaze, from me. “I. I had fun.”
“Uh would you like to,” I started, then paused what am I doing I barely know this girl why would she even consider it? “Never mind forget I said anything.”
“Were you going to ask me inside?” She asked her face flushing.
“Forget it,” I said as I opened the door. “It was a bad lapse in my judgment to say anything.”
“I’ve nothing else to do,” she said still not looking at me. “No one waiting for me at my own apartment, I’d like to stay with you for the warmth of company.”
“Are you sure?” I asked timidly, I seriously need to get a hold of myself here. A beautiful young girl who I feel strong feelings of love and wanting towards wants to stay with me, why do I doubt myself, and these situations?
“Yes,” she said as she got out of the car herself.
The inside of my apartment to most people would leave a lot to be desired. I live alone in a one bed one bath apartment, with a small kitchenette the apartment in all could be considered 3 rooms, when you walk in there is a small linoleum covered area of the floor, then a trackless carpet that looks like the color of uncooked rice that you buy in a store takes over the rest of it save for the bathroom and kitchenette which have the same linoleum floor as the entrance.
The decorating is that of a man who loves film noir, movie posters from old black and white movies, Hitchcock films, even foreign films lined the walls. In one corner of the room sat an oak TV stand that had a decent sized flat screen TV on it and speakers were mounted in the corners of the room. A leather couch sat positioned against one wall, with a good view of the TV and a matching Leather recliner sat positioned just so that one can watch TV or talk to someone sitting on the couch with ease. A bookshelf filled with DVD’s sat next to the TV stand, and the finishing touch was a small oak dining table with 4 chairs around it, sat adjacent to the Kitchenette.
The bedroom is another example of a bachelor. A standard sized bed without a headboard is the largest piece of furniture, while a six drawer dresser sits with 4 feet between the foot of the bed and it. Is the home of another Flat Screen TV all be it a smaller one, a night stand with a small lamp and an alarm clock sits on the right side of the bed. The bathroom is possibly the most minimalistic room in the apartment, on the counter where the sink is sits a can of Barbasol, a razor, a tube of tooth paste, a bottle of Listerine, a container of dental floss, and a cup with a tooth brush sticking out of it, is possibly the most decoration in the room. The tub has only a bottle of shampoo; some conditioner and a bottle of body wash all plainly visible through the clear vinyl shower curtain.
“Welcome to Casa Johnny,” I laughed satirically. “The home of a guy who has no decorative taste what so ever and I mean it. The last time I moved, it took a small U-Haul to get all my stuff and it took me and a buddy, six hours to move everything from point A to point B and have it set up. Would you like something to drink?”
“Uh no thank you,” Melinda said as she was looking at the DVD’s that I had. “You are a peculiar man.”
“And why is that?” I asked as I sat down in the recliner.
“I’ve heard of only a handful of these films,” Melinda said. “Seen fewer, and each of them are older than I am.”
“They are all older than I am as well,” I said as I sat there. “I was born in 74 I think the newest movie on that shelf was made in 76.”
What am I doing? Why am I just sitting here? Why am I not trying to move things along? All these questions are running through my head as a wild fancy runs through my head. But my stomach brought me back to reality. I seem to have three things I think with sometimes my head, my dick and my stomach; and right now my stomach is mad because I haven’t had anything to eat all day.
“Eh heh, heh,” I chuckled as I rubbed my stomach. “Are you getting hungry?”
“Now that you mention it I had lunch before I came into the bank and that was it,” Melinda said as she turned around.
“It’s Saturday so I normally get a pizza or dim sum,” I said dully.
“Dim sum sounds good,” Melinda said. “It’s fun to pick at a carton of Chinese takeout while you are cuddled up with someone watching a movie.”
“What do you like?” I asked as I got up and walked over to the phone.
“Um, I like the General Tso Chicken.”
“Alright,” I said as I dialed the phone number for the local Dim sum place, gave them my usual order and with the addition to an extra order of fried sweet doughnuts and the General Tso’s chicken for delivery. “It’ll be here in about 45 minutes. Pick a movie and we’ll watch it in the mean time.”
“Any movie?” She asked as she looked at the case.
“Any one of them,” I said as I sat on the couch with the remote, watching as she grabbed one of the cases and put the DVD into the DVD Player. When I saw what movie it was, I just looked at her and waited till she sat down before I started speaking again. “Is it me or do you like movies with Humphrey Bogart? First Casablanca and now another one †˜In A Lonely Place’; It’s a good movie, but I’m surprised by you, not too many people would choose this one.”
“I’m not like most other people,” Melinda said as she nuzzled herself right next to me. “Besides you look like a younger Humphrey Bogart.”
My mind was sent racing at by this, the warmth of her body spread into mine and she sat so close to me her I hit the play button and lowered my arm around her, just sitting there made time seem to stop; just me and her, alone in an eternity. Her scent filled my nose, and my brain shut down leaving my dick to do the thinking, but that was overruled by my stomach, and I almost didn’t want to answer the door when the food arrived.
“Alright,” a little oriental man said as I opened the door. “General Tso’s Chicken, Bourbon Chicken, extra Green Peppers, and an order of Fried Sweet Doughnuts. That is twenty one dolla for food.”
“Here’s 25 keep the change,” I said as I handed him a twenty and a five.
“Thank you very much sir,” the guy said as I closed the door. “Hungry?” I sat the food on the coffee table and then moved into the kitchenette to grab a pair of chopsticks that I owned, “Do you want a fork or a pair of chopsticks? Also what do you want to drink?”
“I’ll just use the ones they give you,” Melinda said as she took a pair that were in the bag. “And if you have any kind of soda that would be nice.”
“Ice?” I asked as I grabbed two cans of root beer, from the fridge.
“If it’s cold no thank you,” she said as I started talking back into the room a pair of chopsticks in my mouth, and two cans in my right hand. “Here let me help you with that.”
Right when she stood up, I noticed something that made my other head take control; her skirt had ruffled just so slightly I was given a good view of her panties even though for just a split second, I was glad the chopsticks were in my mouth, because I probably would have whistled if they weren’t.
“You have your own chopsticks?” Melinda said as I sat down and stuck the chopsticks into a pint of fried rice.
“Yes,” I said bluntly. “I’ve got three more pairs of them. I just don’t like the disposable ones that they give you. The last time I used a pair I got a splinter in my tongue.”
When I said this she laughed, and I could feel my face flushing slightly, it wasn’t funny, but I could see how someone would find it funny. “I’m sorry for laughing. But a splinter in your tongue, the thought just made me crack up.”
“You won’t laugh when it happens to you,” I said dryly as I maneuvered some of the rice into my mouth, as the movie started playing again.
As we ate I can’t really tell if we actually paid that much attention to the movie. Because I suddenly found her picking at my bourbon chicken, then looking at me with puppy dog eyes when I looked at her as she ate it. Things then spiraled from there, she ended up feeding me, and I her. The movie had stopped playing long before we actually finished eating. She took the trash to the little rubbish bin in the kitchenette and I followed her in grabbing a bag of popcorn, and threw it in the microwave.
Once that was popped, we were back on the couch, a bowl of popcorn sitting on our laps, as we sat close watching movies, as the day turned to night. I don’t know how many movies we watched, but all I know is that we must have fallen asleep because when I woke up it was daylight, and the TV was still on the DVD Menu for Vertigo, and Melinda’s head was on my chest as she was sound asleep.
This is the kind of thing I’ve been wanting, a meaning that only someone else can bring to me. Something like this, just waking up, after falling asleep watching old movies with someone, to find them still asleep in your arms, it’s something that, I’ve been missing, something that I needed.
I sat there for a few minutes watching her sleep, her face so peaceful as she laid there, but it wasn’t long before she woke up, and then sat bolt upright and looked at me. “Wha, what, what time is it?”
I flipped the TV over to the local TV Guide channel to find that it was about noon, then I turned the TV off, before I stood up. “I really had a great time, and I realized what I’ve been missing.”
“What are you saying?” She asked as she looked at me.
“I realized that I’ve been missing something in my life.” I said as I moved to and fro across the room huddling on my crutches. “I’ve been missing that connection of two people. You have brought that back to me, what I’m trying to say is that I like you, and well, I’d like to see where this could lead.”
“Are you saying…” she trailed off, as she stood and walked closer to me.
“That I think I love you?” I asked as she put her arms around my neck. “Then yes, I didn’t think I would be able to say something like this but getting to know you, what little we’ve shared, I feel...”
My words were cut off as she pressed her lips to mine, what I was going to say faded away in the sheer bliss of this moment. My consciousness faded into the moment, all I could think about we her touch, her warmth, it felt as if a million years had passed in the few seconds that she had kissed me.
“Don’t say another word,” She said as we parted. “I want this to remain the way it is, I don’t want things to be rushed.”
“Nor do I,” I said as I stood there.
“I need to get back home,” she said, as she kissed me one more time. “I’ll call you latter.”
“Uh yeah,” I said as I walked her to the door and watched her get into her car and drive off. “What have I got myself into?” I( asked myself as I moved to tit in my armchair and mull this over. I’ve confessed my love to a girl that I barely know and who happens to be 12 years younger than me and to top it all off my boss’s daughter. If it was anytime for a hard drink it would be now but I needed another hydrocodone.
My arm and leg were killing me and it much to my displeasure is the only thing readily available to kill the pain. After I was released from the hospital I was given 15 tabs that was about a month ago and there are still nine left. Once the cast come off, and I’m certain the pain is gone for good, they are going right down the toilet. It took about thirty minutes before the feeling of pain started to fade away as the medicine took effect. “Only two more weeks I hope.”
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Excellent i loved it. Please do continue it as it was developing into a great story. *Kudos* (Would rep but as m new i can't yet xD but will as soon as i can :P)
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Excuse the necrobump, but I think this story really deserves to be continued.
It gave me those warm fuzzy feelings. The way you portrayed the Protagonist's love for Madelina was real touching and I felt those feelings myself. It was surreal but I liked it.
Heres to hoping Angelus continues this story here~
It gave me those warm fuzzy feelings. The way you portrayed the Protagonist's love for Madelina was real touching and I felt those feelings myself. It was surreal but I liked it.
Heres to hoping Angelus continues this story here~
