chap. 24...isn't it pretty to think so  

sparkee58 59M
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7/25/2006 2:02 am

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chap. 24...isn't it pretty to think so

When I finally got back to Carolina Beach, I had no sooner unpacked than Jeff called wanting to get together for dinner at their house, drink some wine and cook on the grill. I told him I was tired and really just wanted to sleep.
"Maybe we can get together tomorrow," I said.
"Plan on it."
After hanging up I lay on the bed thinking. It was already dark. A cool sea breeze drifted through the open windows and I could hear the soft crash of breaking waves closeby and the far drone of an airplane following the white coastline.
I really didn't want to see Kami again. Not right away, anyhow. She had chipped away a piece of my heart with that kiss to the stranger until a big slab of bloody marble lay at my feet. I felt that melancholy shiver that you get when you think about yesterday's lovers with the vivid poignancy of today.
I remembered us together in the bed, the three of us entwined as a kitten in yarn, sleepy-lazy, from the hours and hours of sex that always played out like a symphony; the teasing foreplay that built into the full body of sweet music and then, eons later, the shattering crescendo, cymbals clashing together, cannonballs booming out of smoking barrels, the baton held aloft holding, holding, holding...
Until, with loud moans and Kami's scratching, flesh tearing nails digging into my back, it was over.
And it was silent.

Daphne wanted me to move into her two bedroom apartment in Raleigh. She had already found me a job as an electrician with a company owned by one of her friends. She had many friends, she told me. I could go to NCSU at night and study writing or whatever. I considered this as I lay in bed and the images of them both danced in my head like some surreal waltz. I liked Daphne alot and felt I would be willing to make the necessary changes to live with her, to her snapping on the leash. But I knew I would never be able to get Kami out of my mind. The chemistry between us was too strong, the sensual aura around us too thick. And I knew she felt it as well. As did Jeff. As did us all in that triangulated melodrama.

The next day after work I was sitting at the bar of the Silver Dollar drinking a beer when Jeff walked through the open gass doors and sat down beside me. It was off season and only a few people sat around. The pool table looked forlorn as a limp Christmas tree on New Years Eve.
"Hey, Sally," he said. "Wanna go for a boat ride?"
Sally looked at him as she opened a beer and put it on the bar before him. She wore a tight white tshirt with the bar's name across the front. Her worn cutoff jeans had holes through which tanned skin was revealed.
"Anytime, baby," she said.
They stared at each other for a long time and neither one spoke. A slight smile trembled on her lips.
"Excuse me while I go puke," I said.
"You shutup," Sally said and popped my chest with a damp white bar towel. Then she walked away to the other side of the bar.
"What time is dinner?" I asked.
"No dinner. I gotta go take a load to the mountains. Leave in an hour."
"That sounds like fun."
"Oh, yea."
He turned up the beer and we were silent. Sally came back over, her dark hair falling over her shoulders and they stared into each other's eyes again.
"Hey, Sally. You want to ride to the mountains with me? Be back late tomorrow," he asked her.
A big smile formed on her lips.
"When we leaving?" she asked.
"In an hour."
She looked up as if thinking.
"Okay. Just let me make some phone calls."
She walked away and went to the phone behind the bar. We watched as she waited and then she turned her head and started talking. She soon turned and nodded her head at us.
Jeff drained the last of his beer and set the empty on the bar. He slapped me on the back and headed for the door.
"See you when I get back. We'll have that dinner then."
Sally walked over and set another beer in front of me and I payed. She looked at Jeff, the excitement evident in her smiling face.
"And I'll pick you up at your house in an hour, Sally," he said and was gone.

to be continued here at this post

catseyes23 62F

7/25/2006 2:18 am

Is this a start to a new story, Spark?

sparkee58 replies on 7/25/2006 11:57 am:
i think this is chapter 23 of the novel i originally started here

sparkee58 replies on 7/25/2006 1:02 pm:
oops, 24

MoutnainGirl 38F

7/25/2006 7:23 am

Sounds interesting.. is this a ture life story? I used to live in NC. I miss it so..

Moutnain Girl

Visit my blog: MoutnainGirl

sparkee58 replies on 7/25/2006 11:59 am:
i was back two weeks ago to Smithfield
believe me, it hasn't changed

some of it is true
some of it isn't

rm_1hotwahine 64F
21091 posts
7/25/2006 9:17 am

I was starting to miss these crazy kids.

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]

sparkee58 replies on 7/25/2006 11:59 am:
well, they're baaaack!

rm_ladylookin06 67F

7/25/2006 11:53 am

Hummmmmmmm sorry about that Sparkee ......... but it sounds like you would be trading one drama for another.

sparkee58 replies on 7/25/2006 2:06 pm:
how perceptive you are

rm_sj365 56F
2414 posts
7/25/2006 9:05 pm

holy jeebus!

you just get better & better.

the paragraph that starts describing 'entwined as a kitten...', carries us along with the music metaphor only to return us to the kitten with "scratching, flesh tearing nails digging into my back..." is just superb writing. go you!

sparkee58 replies on 7/26/2006 1:24 am:
aww gee...thanks
i didn't even realize it

marnison 80F

7/26/2006 10:44 am

it's that ball of yarn...and the kitten raising it's cute little head again.

and back down


sparkee58 replies on 7/26/2006 11:22 am:
there is my inspiration!
...the sincerest form of flattery and all that

marnison 80F

7/31/2006 10:38 am


sparkee58 replies on 7/31/2006 11:20 am:

marnison 80F

7/31/2006 11:57 am


sparkee58 replies on 7/31/2006 12:29 pm:

marnison 80F

7/31/2006 6:45 pm

ya got me...

???I have no clue what meha is or was or will be or could be or what you meant it to be
or what i want it to me

sparkee58 replies on 8/1/2006 1:33 am:
ahem spelled backwards

marnison 80F

8/1/2006 8:04 am is so easy for some

and others..@^$#%
i thank you

sparkee58 replies on 8/1/2006 9:50 am:
count me in with the @^$#% crowd

marnison 80F

8/1/2006 10:46 am

here let me move over and let you squeeze in.

sparkee58 replies on 8/1/2006 11:01 am:

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