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"Thanks man," Paul said as he exchanged a fifty for the two heavy plastic bags the deliveryman had brought to the front door. "Keep the change," he smiled.
"No problem, dude," the young man replied, turning on his heel once the second bag was clear of his fingers and bounding back towards the street without really looking at Paul.
The guy's arrival had been a welcome relief. Paul still didn't have much of an appetite, but dinner would put an end to the painfully awkward wait he had been enduring for the past hour and a half.
After they had given each other some much-needed physical release, Paul had relaxed on Marcy's bed for a good long while, even after Marcy had finished her shower. Eventually, he grabbed a shower himself.
When he emerged from the bathroom, Marcy suggested ordering Chinese for dinner as she couldn't be bothered cooking. Paul had no objections. She pointed out a menu from the local Chinese restaurant that she'd left on the counter for him to peruse.
By this point it was still only late afternoon and felt far too early to sit down to dinner. Earlier, Marcy had been typically candid about her intentions to fuck him again. But Paul got the distinct impression that she had no interest in working up another coital sweat so soon after freshening up. This left him with the glaring question of what he was supposed to do in the meantime.
He took his time browsing the menu, carefully inspecting every single item for no reason other than to eat up some time. But all too soon he had to conclude this ruse before his fixation with the menu began to seem absurd. The tension over the next hour or so was intense, as he shared the small house with the woman carrying his surprise lovechild, in cold silence. He tried to occupy himself by watching TV, while Marcy sat on the opposite end of the couch for a while, seemingly engrossed in a magazine crossword. But the monotonous yammer of the TV bought no comfort to Paul's racing, anxious mind; it was only another pretense for him to retreat in to.
Marcy's declaration of, "I guess we should probably order dinner now. Do you know what you want?" had been encouraging, but only when Paul finally heard the knock of the deliveryman on the door was the ordeal truly over.
Closing the door behind the deliveryman, Paul carried the hot bags in to the modest kitchenette/dining area and placed them on the dinner table, where Marcy was just in the process of sitting down.
Sorting out whose boxes were whose had the jarring effect of emphasizing to Paul just how massive Marcy's order was compared to his own. It seemed like he couldn't escape the constant reminders of her pregnancy.
"Well... Dig in," Marcy instructed, as she enthusiastically opened one of her containers and attacked its contents. Her voice was soft, not so much that she was difficult to hear, but just enough to suggest she had shared Paul's sense of discomfort over the past hour or so.
That wasn't so surprising, all things considered. The sudden reappearance of the man who got her pregnant; having her secret discovered, must have surely been almost as big a shock for her as the discovery had been for him. It takes a long time for a person to completely compose themselves after a shock like that, even a smooth operator like Marcy.
Nonetheless, it was abundantly clear that she was once again trying to gain control over the situation in her typical manipulative style. For the most part, she was succeeding, too.
Following her shower, she had changed in to a sleeveless navy blue blouse that had been buttoned sparingly to offer an amazingly low neckline. The air around her was thick with a fragrance. Though it seemed more a casual deodorant than a perfume, the sporty aroma was undeniably attractive.
It was obvious that Marcy was deliberately teasing him. For one thing, the evening was just a little too cool for such an airy garment to be a natural choice.
It pleased Paul that she was making an effort to arouse him.
Once upon a time these seductive little mind games of hers infuriated him. He'd resented being treated like her personal little lapdog who would heel whenever she stroked his libido. More to the point, he'd hated the fact that he was indeed so incapable of resisting her seductions.
But they were well past that now. Too much ground has been lost for Paul to concern himself with luxuries like control or self-respect any more. The blunt truth was that he was here in Oregon because he was desperate to fuck Marcy once more, and everything about her behavior said loud and clear that his appetite would be well and truly satisfied before the sun rose. It was a delightful thought.
With everything that had happened over the past couple hours, there was still far too much going on in Paul's head for him to be focused on dinner. But eventually, he got around to prying open his first box and eating an egg roll.
"Good?" Marcy inquired, with an expression of seemingly genuine interest.
"Hmm?" Paul snapped out of his daze, barely aware that he was even eating. "Oh yeah. It's nice," he replied.
"That's good," Marcy nodded with a satisfied smile. "I don't order from these guys very often. When I do buy dinner, I normally go to this Mexican place across town. They don't have home delivery, but ever since my second trimester, I have these days where I'm really jonesing for spicy stuff, like crazy. But for some reason, tonight I'm just not feeling it.
"Fucking hormones, man. They're driving me insane," she remarked, shaking her head in frustration.
Paul forced a sympathetic chuckle.
The level of detail she'd gone in to didn't feel natural; it was an obvious effort to break through the silence between them and make the atmosphere more casual. To a point, she had succeeded, but there was still some ways to go before either of them would feel comfortable.
"So," she began a moment later, after swallowing a mouthful of dumpling. "Where are you off to tomorrow?"
"San Francisco," Paul replied.
Marcy nodded.
"I think I saw a turnoff on the road here that led to route 97? So if I understand right, I just pick that up and head south?" he asked her. Even though Marcy was only a new resident to the town, he figured that she'd have picked up at least some local knowledge on the best routes to California. At the very least, asking her couldn't do any harm.
"Yeah," Marcy concisely agreed. "Pretty long trip," she remarked.
"Yeah," Paul said with a sigh, indicating that he wasn't looking forward to the long drive. "But if I get an early start I should get in before 5 o'clock."
Again, Marcy simply nodded in response.
"So, what's in San Francisco? Job?" she asked with a hint of hesitation, as if she was concerned that it might be a sensitive topic.
Something about the way she'd asked the question made Paul wary. Perhaps it was the mention of him having a job. Was she trying to assess his financial wellbeing? Earlier, in the diner, Marcy had assured him that she didn't want any support from him whatsoever for the pregnancy. Nor would he need to worry about child support, seeing as she was giving the baby up for adoption. But now Paul began to wonder if sooner or later Marcy was going to put the screws to him for a little financial assistance.
Was it possible that she was having second thoughts about giving the baby away? That was a scary thought!
In spite of his suspicions, Paul decided to maintain the veneer of polite conversation that they'd managed to build up together quite well over the past few seconds.
"Uh, no," he replied. "I've got an old friend who moved there. I'm gonna crash at his place for a few weeks. Just taking some time off after college, y'know?"
He watched Marcy's face carefully for any sign that she might be disappointed with his lack of solid employment. If she was unhappy to hear about it, she concealed her true feelings flawlessly. As far as he could tell, Marcy couldn't have cared less that he didn't have a job. She even seemed quite sympathetic to his desire to take a little break after the stresses of college.
