I live for the moment when I hear that whimper in her throat at our very first deep kiss. Her breathing, getting heavier, catching in her throat with each gentle caress, touch, stroke, of her sensitive places, I wait for those words she will not speak..., yet.
Sarah
It wasn't long after we stopped that I got a call from Mark to tell me they were running late. And that's when I told him we had just arrived ourselves; it was at our usual meet up location, And where I gave him the place and name of this convenience store and gas station he would be familiar with. And that's where the four of us, Lineman, Banjo, GW and me, would hang around and wait for them.
And right off that call from Mark, it's the bottomless pit, GW, complaining he was hungry. And when I reminded him of that road kill groundhog we passed a few miles back; "So why didn't you stop then?" Also telling him, "It looked pretty fresh to me." Is where he tells me he hates eating groundhog without Tabasco sauce.
"Who eats groundhog with Tabasco sauce?" I asked him. "It's like... putting mayo on a corndog," Also telling him, "I know someone who does just that. Then nudging him with, "No, it's not who you might think, but someone who will definitely remain anonymous to you guys."
Has GW, with raised eyebrows, as I change the subject back to, "Everyone knows you eat groundhog with Grey Poupon!"
And with that, it's telling the three of them I was going inside to get something to drink, and would anyone else like something too? Which is always the wrong thing to say to these guys when it comes to free food and drink.
And of course, GW jumps right in with his, "Seeing as how I won't be having that groundhog, "I'll take two hot dogs; without the mayo, but everything else and a Diet Coke," he's telling me. And, of course, the other two agreed it sounded good too, but Banjo wanted fries with his and a chocolate shake.
Looking at Banjo telling him, "You know they don't have fries or shakes here; you twit!" Where he says, "Oh shit, that's right, but we passed a place back down the road that does. So why don't I," meaning me, "run back down there." Replying, "Sure, like that's going to happen in what's left of your lifetime." And where Lineman jumps in with his, "Now that you're going back there I'll have the same too."
Flipping all three the finger, "It's coffee black, right Ben?" Not really having to ask. Because we've been out in a desert where it was 123 degrees and Lineman would be standing around drinking hot coffee.
But it's a dry heat, everyone says --- not like the heat and high humidity they're forecasting for today. So waving them off while turning around, heading for the store's entrance.
But as I'm making my way to the store's entrance is when this Mercedes SUV screeches to a stop across the parking lot where a woman has gotten out and heads towards the entrance too.
And Oooh Yeah! You sure couldn't miss her I was thinking; tall, leggy, a short tan skirt, form fitting, white pullover sleeveless top, boy cut dark hair, and the way she walks is like the grace of a gazelle... then, OMG --- I think I know who she is! Only because, a friend I haven't seen in two and half months had described a woman's physical appearance in almost the same terms I just used for this one.
Reaching the door at the same time she does and holding it open for her, and just before she goes in she hesitates as she looks at me, smiles, "Thank you." She tells me, And following close in behind her is when she suddenly stops to look at something on the checkout counter and where I almost walk right into her.
But as I'm sidestepping around her is when I catch a very familiar scent distracting my thoughts of; I should have grabbed a hand basket because of all that grub I'll be hauling back out to the kids will be an arm full.
Making my way to the back of the store where the refrigerated cases are, and just as I'm about to open one to get the two Diet Cokes is when I see her reflection in the glass door along with her asking, "Would you grab a Diet Coke for me please?" Her voice, very close behind me.
Taking three Diet Cokes, and turning back to hand her one along with my, "Hello Sarah," as I hand her the Diet Coke, "it's nice to meet you at last."
"Hello Bob, it's nice to meet you, too." Sarah's reply,
But to me, it didn't sound all that friendly as she quickly walked away along to my admiration at the easy way she moves. But, it's over to the coffee bar to get a large coffee for Lineman. And from there, over to the hot dog grilling machine to get the six hot dogs.
But as I'm doing all this, I've also been looking around to see if Sarah is anywhere in sight. But it's not until I see her reflection in a large round security mirror that she's standing at the magazine racks casually thumbing through one.
So taking two carry out trays from a stack here by the hot dog grill and piling on the six hotdogs, along with a good handful of the usual condiment packets; along with the soda cans and my ice tea. Then it's a quick glance at the mirror to see Sarah's not with the magazines anymore.
But as I carefully make my way towards the checkout counter it's Sarah; who suddenly appears from a cross aisle to butt in front of me with her Diet Coke and two magazines. And where both of us can see our reflections in the security mirror right behind the cashier. But Sarah, never apologizing for her rudeness or even acknowledging I'm even behind her as we wait for the customers already at the counter to finish and leave.
It's only when she's reaching into her purse for her wallet that I push in front of her telling the clerk, "I know this lady behind me forgot her wallet so I'll pay for her items."
"What!?" I hear from behind me, as Sarah steps around to stand beside me at what I just said; her wallet obviously held in her hand.
"Sarah, please I'd like to because, I hope the friend, of a mutual friend, can be a friend of mine too."
"Thank you," she replied. Which sounds a little more friendly as she steps aside as I pay for everything.
Handing her a Diet Coke and her magazines then gathering my stuff is when I see Sarah waiting by the doors holding one open as I get closer. But as I start through it is when she blocks my way along with her, "Can we talk for a few minutes?" She asked, before stepping aside, letting me out.
And now that we're outside, turning to her, "Of course we can." Then looking around, "How about we sit at that picnic bench in the shade," telling her, But then nodding my head in the direction of the other three, "I'll have to feed the animals first or they may start eating the customers."
With that, Sarah without a reply, walks off towards the picnic bench, as I head back to feed the three warlocks.
Handing a tray to GW, and one to Banjo, and taking my ice tea, it's telling the three of them, "The lady over at the picnic bench wants to talk to me."
Where Lineman's rubber necking around me in order to see Sarah's already at the picnic table, "Jesus H..., you fucking walk in there to get some dogs, and a few drinks, and you come out with some hottie. So who the hell is she?"
"She's a friend of a friend." Telling him
"Does your friend look that good too?" Lineman asking.
"Never mind, because you wouldn't believe me if I told you!"
But as I'm walking away it's Ben with his, "You fucking dog! You've been holding out on us again." To my replay of, "I've got something you can hold on to!" As I make my way over to the picnic bench.
Sarah, sitting on the side facing the lot, but as I start to sit facing her it's thinking better of it when I ask, "Would it be alright if I sit next to you? It's better for me if I don't sit with my back to the kids, just so I can keep my eye on them, or they're sure to get into some kind of mischief." Telling her.
"Of course it is!" Sarah's reply, as she moves to her left, giving me room to sit next to her.
