After our night together, we talked over breakfast about how we seemed to
be in touch with each others needs. We found, to our mutual suprise, that
wed both been reluctant to participate in the meeting that brought us to-
gether. Also we found that once near, we felt the presence of each other.That strange, indescribable feeling of familiarity, yet not. Deja vu?The meeting on Friday went well, and we kept our heads firmly attached and
cool throughout. I answered questions for the group, and was proud of the fact that I was able to calmly and professionally answer hers, without any awkward "signs" appearing.
BODY:
Knowing that we had the weekend together made it
Seem like years before the meeting finally parted. Always the Galahad, I
walked her to her rental car, telling her how much I wanted to be in her
arms again. We dared to tempt the fates, kissing long and deep, through the
open window, while she sat in her car.
She returned to her hotel room to
pack and prepare to leave for an exciting weekend. I returned to my job,praying for a massive two hour power failue that would let me leave early.We swing by my place, dropping off her rental car and luggage, and pack the motorcycle for a weekend to remember. Were off very shortly, giggling
like two teenagers that have just put one over on the parents. The helmets
have headsets and we chat over the taped music, making suggestive remarks
to each other, laughing at double entendres, and thinking of new ideas for
stories and adventures. Three hours of riding later, it is nearing dark,
and we pull into a small Sierra town of Angels Camp.
Winding up severaldark roads, we make our last turn into the carport of an A-frame cabin well
away from the world.
"I thought you said wed be camping."
"We will, tomorrow night." I reply, "The perfect spot, about 2 miles from
here. An easy walk -- if its daylight."
"Well, whos place is this anyway?" She asks, wondering. "One half of it is mine." I smil... Læs hele novellen
