Hank felt like a caged animal. He keep checking his watch but it seemed time wasn't moving. He left the office and paced around the Museum. He didn't talk to anyone because he knew he bite their head off. He went outside. The late June DC heat made it uncomfortable but he decided he keep walking. As he walked he thought, "Get a hold of yourself. You'll screw this up so calm down." He suddenly realized he had reached the Lincoln Memorial. It seemed he ended up here when he needed time to think. He spent the evening here after he met Amy, thinking about what to do. It seemed Mr. Lincoln always had the right answer. He sat down on the steps and thought. Time passed quickly. He checked his watch again. Finally it was time to go to the airport.
Hank got to Reagan Airport in plenty of time. The usual traffic backup hadn't started yet. Leaving the airport might be a different problem. He checked the arrivals and found the plane was on time. He headed for the gate, stopping for a soda on the way. He decided he would stand off to the side. This way he could see Amy without dealing with the exiting passengers.
He couldn't miss her as she came through the gate. She had a concerned look on her face as she scanned the crowd but to Hank, she stood out all alone.
"Amy," he called out, "over here."
She turned and smiled. She walked towards him.
"Damn", thought Hank. She still had that smile and he could see the sparkle in her eyes as she neared. She was dressed in a conservative gray skirt, white top and gray jacket. She held out her hands and Hank took them. He pulled her closer and kissed her on the lips lightly. "Let me look at you," she said as she stood back, still holding his hands. For a few seconds, they stood in silence.
Hank spoke first. "Let's go get your bags. How many did you bring?"
Amy laughed. "Only one! And this carry-on. I'm only staying for 3 days." The unspoken thought between them was would it lead to longer stays?
The bag came out quickly and they headed for the car. As they got there, Amy smiled and shook her head. "You have changed."
"In what way?" asked Hank defensively.
"When I last saw you, you were driving a 5 year old Ford Pick-up with over 100,000 miles on it. Now this? Amy pointed to a new shiny blue BMW.
Hank smiled. "Hey! Single guy, good job, in DC. You need to have an edge. And plenty of room in the trunk. Hop in," and he threw her bags in the trunk.
Amy took off her jacket and slid into the front seat. As she did her skirt rode up to show quite a bit of her thigh. She made no effort to pull it down. She also left a few buttons undone on her blouse. She had decided, "What the heck." She was already taking a huge step in coming here. She noticed that Hank noticed when he got in. As soon as they left the airport, they found themselves in "rush hour". Even though it wasn't normally a long drive, it would be a little longer today.
As they crawled along, they talked about the weather, your basic idle chatter. Then Amy decided to ask the big question. The one that she felt she had to ask. "So I told you somethings about myself in the past 15 years, now it's your turn. I've told you about Roger and what went on. You haven't really said a lot about you. I feel I need to know."
Hank dreaded this moment and he had thought about his answer. Should he tell her how lost, how hurt, and confused he was when she just disappeared from his life? Should he tell her he gave up playing baseball because he couldn't concentrate? How about that he and her two former roommates, her two best friends, moved in together and fucked their brains out almost every night that 1st semester? Maybe he should tell her how he hasn't had a deep meaningful relation with any woman including his ex-wife since he lost her? That she left a hole in life that could be possibly filled now. What he said in the next few minutes could decide their future.
"Amy, what went on since the last time we were together is water under the bridge. It's in the past. This is now. What I told you that last night together, I meant it and I still do. Always will. Let's just take things as they come."
Amy didn't say anything. She really didn't know what to say. Suddenly she knew that he was as unsure as she was. She moved her hand and placed it on Hank's thigh. She gave it a slight squeeze and let it rest there. He'll tell me when he's ready. She knew all she needed to know for now.
They pulled in front of Hank's condo in Old Alexandria. It was one of those narrow row homes that added to the charm of the city. Hank's was an end one so it was actually two. Hank opened the door and Amy went in. She was surprised on how spacious it was. Also how it was decorated. It wasn't like she expected. He had changed.
"Bedroom is upstairs with the main bathroom off of it. I suppose you will want to freshen up. We have dinner reservations for 7. I'll bring your bags up."
Amy went upstairs, she entered the bedroom and noticed the bed was a queen size 4 posters. Pillows and bed spread that matched. Very tastefully done. She went into the bathroom and shut the door. This is going well so far. She heard Hank bring in her suitcase.
"Do I time for a quick shower?"
"Sure, I'll meet you down stairs."
Amy stripped down and stepped into the shower. The water felt good and she quickly lathered up. As she soaped her breasts, her nipples began to harden. "Calm down" she said aloud. She rinsed off the soap and toweled off. She opened the door and the cool air of bedroom washed over her. She needed it. The air felt hot enough without her own heat.
She opened her suit case and took out a yellow summer halter dress. Her sister and daughter helped pick out her clothes for the trip. Carrie said she didn't want her mother looking like a Mid-West school teacher. She picked out the shoes too. Amy was embarrassed when they took her to Victoria Secret for new underwear. Something about no granny panties. They were right though. She felt different. Sexy. She slid on the yellow panties and tied the halter behind her neck. No bra but the dress did give her some support. She put on some lipstick and checked herself in the mirror. Suddenly she felt like a school girl on her 1st date. "Here goes," she said nervously.
"I'm ready, Hank." She descended the stairs and stood waiting.
