Secrets
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I unbuckled my seat belt and managed to maneuver my body across the seat and onto Dianna's lap, throwing my arms around her neck and nuzzling her nose with mine. All the while, I thanked my good sense at purchasing the sedan instead of the "SL "coupe.
"Baby," I purred, "do you have any idea how "utterly absurd" that sounds, coming from you?"
"So, it's 'absurd' I've fallen for you like a ton of bricks and I'm not afraid to admit it?" she snapped indignantly.
"Nooooo," I re-grouped quickly, "it's "absurd" you think you have anything to worry about. Daniel was just a guy with a dick. It was a "really nice" dick, to be sure, but it was "just a dick". You are the one I want, the one I want to come home to – and haven't we had this conversation already?"
"Don't play word games with me, Bitch," my lover growled. "You know this is different."
"Different?" I mused coyly. "How? Because we're talking about "me", instead of "you"?"
"Would you rather we make it about "you and Susan?"" she sniped.
That hurt.
"That was a low blow, Dianna," I muttered. This "is" different. Words count, remember? That fact that we are here, having this conversation, makes us different. Susan never afforded me that consideration; she just ran off and did it."
"And if she came to you tomorrow," Dianna inquired, "and said to you the same things we said tonight, what then? Better late than never."
I stared "through" those beseeching brown eyes, focused on that scenario in my head. Then, I closed my eyes and slowly shook my head.
"We've already covered "that" ground, too," I professed. "That ship has already sailed. It was quits when I found out about them. Here, together with you like this, it's doubly so. Over the past ten days – "especially" the last sixteen hours – I have had to undergo one continuous, industrial-strength suspension of disbelief to get to this point. You know what? It's working. I have jumped down the rabbit hole and am in no hurry to find my way back – as long as you are here with me. My place is just down the street and Monday morning is a whole world away. Now, can we put an end to this insanity, go home, and enjoy the rest of our weekend?"
To emphasize my point, I lightly touched my lips to hers while grinding my tush into her lap. I guess that was one more 'right button' to push.
""Just drive"," she murmured – this time with a twinkle in her eyes.
We were silent as I pulled into the parking garage in the basement of my building. We rode the elevator up to my floor in continued silence. The pensive mood was broken as I opened the door to my place and admitted her. She was captivated by the opulence – opulent to her – of my place. She was further enchanted by the breathtaking view of the boat basin below and the lake beyond. A short distance away, cars whizzed across the elevated bridge where Lake Shore Drive passed over the locks separating the Chicago River from Lake Michigan.
"This is nice," she offered, staring out into the night. "Very, "very" nice."
The words sounded sincere, but there was that touch of distance again, as there had been before we went to "Ringers. "I turned her to face me.
"It is," I agreed, "now that you are here. You are the first woman I have brought here and the only one I want."
"I won't always be here," she corrected. "I told you that."
"Yes you will," I countered, "where it matters most. You will always be "here"..."
I pointed to my head.
"...and "here"...."
I pointed to my heart. Dianna sighed expressively and held me close, resting her head against my chest once more. I felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"I don't deserve you, Lisa," she murmured, "but I am going to make it my business to change that. Count on it."
She slipped out of her fur coat, shrugging off my offer to take it for her. I thought she was still enamored with the feel of it and wanted to hold it as long as possible. She located the hall closet, selected a heavy wooden hanger, draped the coat over it, then hung it with care and gently closed the door.
"Don't forget to take it with you when you go," I prompted her.
She smiled and shook her head.
"No way. The jewels stay here, too. If I took them back to my place, who knows what freak or so-called 'friend' would rip them off when my back was turned? No Honey; they stay "right here". That way, I will always have them..."
She kissed me tenderly.
"...and "you" to come home to. I "will" have you to come home to, won't I?"
I kissed her back, passionately.
""You" can count on "that,"" I replied, "and thank you."
"For?" she questioned.
"For considering this 'home'. It feels like one, with you here."
She threw me back on the couch and climbed atop me, hiking up my skirt and unbuttoning my blouse.
"What do you say we have a little 'housewarming party'? Just the two of us?" she purred. "We have "so much" to talk about."
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"Yes, Virginia; there IS a Chapter Five."
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