(This is a revision of the original story published on 7/28/14. With the help of my editor '
larryinseattle'
many of the story-line and grammatical errors have been removed to make it a much easier read. To those who read the original version "Thank You." For those who're reading it for the first time, "Enjoy.")
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Peter rolled over in bed, the numbers '2:47' slowly coming into focus.
"What the fuck?"
he questioned as he tried to figure out what had caused him to wake up at this time of the morning. He listened closely and everything seemed quiet until he heard the gentle rapping on one of his doors. Still he didn't move but concentrated to find where the sound was coming from. The knocking was becoming more and more insistent and he was surprised when he realized that it wasn't coming from the front door but from the side door.
Quietly, he got out of bed and looked down from his second-story window. The driveway that ran along that side of the house was dimly lit, but he could just make out the shadow of a figure that for some reason seemed vaguely familiar. He slid into a pair of running pants from the chair next to his bed and headed out of the bedroom before stopping and grabbing one of his walking sticks from the closet as a precaution. When he reached the door, he peeked out the window and saw Dori standing there. Dori was ... well exactly what was Dori? He thought for a second ... She was his ex-wife's brother's fiancΓ©. He shook his head to try and clear it, realizing there had to be a better description of who she was but at this time of the morning he just couldn't think of it.
He opened the door and stood there, watching as she turned, stumbling slightly.
"Hi, Pete. Shorry ... I mean Sorry to wake you up."
"Mornin', Dori," he replied in a not too pleasant tone as he looked at her. This was definitely not the woman he'd known. She was dressed in a long jacket that was unbuttoned, revealing a blaze-red dress and high-heels. She had obviously spent extra time on her hair which was normally brunette but now had highlights throughout and her make-up included bright-red lipstick and eye-shadow that drew attention to her hazel eyes. "What can I do for you?" he asked as he pretended to yawn.
"Can I come in? I'm kinda out of sorts and I could really use someone to talk to."
Looking out towards the street he asked, "Where's your car?"
She giggled, "Well, I went out with the girls tonight for my bachelorette party and I seem to have misplaced them."
He stood there considering his options for a second before opening the door. "Okay, come on in. I'll make some coffee."
As she stepped towards the door, she stumbled once again but this time directly into his outstretched arms. For just the briefest of moments she felt his hand cupping a breast as he helped her to stand up. "Sorry, about that. I guess I had more to drink then I realized."
"Yeah, I guess so," he replied as he moved back to let her enter the house. The feel of her breast seemed to have been burned into the palm of his hand in that brief moment. It wasn't as large as his ex-wife's but had felt fantastic and he was sure he had felt a nipple hardening just in those few seconds.
She entered and then stood aside as if waiting for him.
"Go on. You know the way to the kitchen. I'll lock up and be there in a second."
She nodded her head and climbed the four stairs to the first level before heading down the hallway to the kitchen. If she'd turned to look back, she would have seen him standing there watching the swaying movements of her hips as she seemed to glide down the hall.
He quickly locked the door, trying to decide why he'd said 'okay' when she'd asked to come in. Then he turned just in time to see her long, toned legs at eye level. Even in the dim light from outside he could make out the seam running up the back of her leg. The question of whether she was wearing pantyhose, thigh-high's, or knee-high nylons jumped into his mind but was quickly dismissed. After all, this was his almost ex-sister-in-law, but that definition didn't sound right either.
"What the fuck am I doing?"