Monday, August 27, 2012

Ch128 Sleep Walking Without the Walking

Victor didn’t know how long he could hold out—it felt too good and it had been a while—but then Violet’s breathing turned quick and shallow. He felt her quiver and that was his undoing. He let out an explosive grunt just as she gasped and said, “Oh, my!” and collapsed on top of him, breathing hard.

She lay there spent and exhausted for several seconds. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. 

“Last wish granted. Thank you, Mr. Genie,” she whispered in his ear, giggling like a school girl.

“No, Violet, thank you,” he said holding her tightly against him. He could feel her quickened heart beat slow to a normal speed. He felt the slick sheen of perspiration on her over heated skin, and her tussled hair tickled his face. This was it. This is what he’d been craving all these years.His heart swelled with love.

“I love you, my funny girl.”

Monday, August 20, 2012

Ch127 Fifty Shades of Violet

“Are you mad at me?” Violet asked, tentatively reaching out to touch Victor’s arm.

Victor shook his head, then recalling they were still in the dark and that she couldn’t see him any better than he could see her at the moment, he said “No, of course not.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Cuz I made you stop at this crumby hotel and now we’re in the dark and you have to share a bed with me and I may snore and keep you up all night,” she said.

“I'm sure you will,” he said before he could stop himself.

“Why you say that?”

“Uh..." he said, doing some quick thinking. "When you fell asleep during the car ride into the city you were snoring away. Almost made the windshield crack, you were so loud.”

“Really? How embarrassing. I thought I was kidding!”

He laughed. “Well, I am kidding, so don’t worry. You barely made a peep.”


Silence fell between them and in that silence they could hear a baby crying somewhere in the hotel, stomping coming from the floor directly above them, a loud discussion happening in a room down the hall and next door—oddly enough the same room from which the cranky man told everyone to go shut up so he could get to sleep—came the unmistakable sounds of lovers engaging in what lovers are known to usually do in a hotel.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Ch126 The Very Long Night

“Omigosh,” Violet muttered as she stood up in the tub and reached for a towel. She could find none. “Dammit.”

“What’s wrong?” Victor said, through the door. “Are you okay? Open up. Let me help you.”

“I don’t need your help, thank you,” she snapped.

“Well, you’re getting it anyway,” he said, turning the knob and opening the door.

At the sound of the door opening, Violet yelped and dropped back into the water with a great splash “Get out! I have no clothes on.”

“Violet, I can’t see my hand in front of my face. Needless to say I can’t see anything else. Now get up and let me help you out of here before you kill yourself.”

“I’ll do it on my own, now get out!”

Monday, August 6, 2012

Ch125 Seeking Shelter from the Storm

The first raindrops fell as they walked to the parking garage and it was nothing short of a deluge by the time they made it to the Tappen-Zee bridge leading out of the city. By the time they hopped onto Victor’s usual scenic route through the Catskills toward Catalpa Valley the term raging hurricane came to mind.

Of course, how scenic this route was now, during this vicious storm, was up for debate. There was nothing to see except for water cascading all around. You’d think some giant was pouring water onto the windshield from massive buckets.

While Victor drove on seemingly undisturbed, the same could not be said of Violet who sat with a death grip on the door handle and had to force herself not to grab onto Victor’s arm every few yards. She couldn't even bring herself to speak for fear of distracting him from his task of driving them safely home. Cars and trucks were pulling over right and left to the sides of the road, some exiting the main highway all together. 

Wise decision. No one should be out in such treacherous weather.