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As the bass pounded and droned on, I felt the deep throbbing in my chest and the reverberations throughout the chair as the three of us sat there for a moment in the thick, almost silent tension hanging in the space between after I had posed the question. I knew this was one of those moments in an evening which would lead to either an interesting, if not unforgettable experience, or become a source of irritation and possibly deep wedge in our distanced friendship that might eventually end everything. Sitting there, watching the narrowed eyes staring across at me, that radiant face with its slightly furrowed browed and eyebrows that seemed to etch a mixture between playful exuberance and distrust at what I had just asked, led me to recollect the already extraordinary events that had taken place over the past few days, leading my wife and I to be sitting here in the dark, although smoke-free and impeccably decorated club, and giving me this fire, like a bolt of lightning on a thunder filled night, posing a question that clearly hinted at a deeper, visceral, and more primal context.
~~~~~~~~~~~And so it started~~~~~~~~~~~~
Three days ago, my wife and I had set out to begin a long overdue vacation. She had just finished up her second year of school which had culminated with a series of very rigorous "entrance" exams into the institution's medical program. Out of the nearly one hundred students in the initial class from two years prior, only twenty had made the final cut, and she had been fortunate enough to be in that select few. Many had been dropped by the end of the first year for a variety of reasons including substandard academic performance, absence from initial clinical familiarization, and several students had been forcedly dropped with legal issues after, what must have been, some truly incredible parties. On my end, I had just finished an eighteen month stint in the highest pressure job I had ever faced, working for a boss, who on the best of days, could be described as an obsessive workaholic. The good days during that time lasted only twelve hours and the vehement disdain, of what my boss had considered subpar performance, was directed at the individuals conducting the work. The bad days had been...long, almost abusively long, stretching eighteen hours or greater and I was frequently set to menial tasks for the duration of the day. The glare in his eyes and the dripping sarcasm did nothing but enforce the perception that I was the sole reason for all the organizational problems, the extended workdays, coupled with undercutting remarks about how if I hadn't left for dinner or to go home to sleep, perhaps the current issues could have been resolved the day prior.
As we sluggishly loaded our SUV and set out from Baltimore early that Sunday morning for Orlando, both of us couldn't help but give a sigh of relief that these obstacles were behind us and we could put fourteen hours and several states between us and these worries. Driving state to state, through the ebb and flow of traffic, we approached and passed cities creating, in a fashion an almost hypnotic rhythm, lulling both of us into a wondrous relaxed composure as we took in the scenery. With each of us taking turns at the wheel, I was able to steal the occasional glance sideways during my allotted times, and watch her small chest rise and fall with each breath. Her almond shaped eyes, with their protruding and curled long lashes, would slightly flutter from time to time as her parted lips took in a staggering breath and she shifted gently in the seat. As she adjusted, her long, raven colored hair caressed the elongated and exposed nape of her neck while a few locks teetered down into deep V-neck of her loosely buttoned shirt. Her hands, with their impeccable finish from a French manicure just a day before we left, rose up over the long, ruffled black skirt she wore, sleepily covering her shifting thighs as whatever dream she was having continued unabated. Soft, almost inaudible, moans occasionally arose, followed by what appeared frustrating repositioning in her seat and a string of unintelligible but husky words.
Watching her, I couldn't help but become entranced with the woman I had fallen in love with several years ago and been fortunate enough to marry, and my mind began to race making up my own version of what she must be dreaming about. I hardly noticed my own breath had become somewhat ragged when I suddenly heard...
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
"OH SHIT!" I yelled, as the semi-truck horn blared furiously at me causing my hands to violently swing the car back into our lane and snapping me back to the present.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" my wife cried, obviously awake now and more than a little annoyed. Her eyes were still sleepy but blazed with irritation at having been so abruptly pulled out of her slumber.
"Oh, sorry Angela," I quickly apologized. "That damn semi tried to cut me off a while back and then tried swerving into our lane just now," I lied acting more annoyed than I really was.
"Well, watch what the hell you're doing then," she retorted as the anger in voice slowly subsided. "I'm really tired for some reason and just want to sleep. Would you mind driving the rest of the way?"
Looking at the GPS and the time on dashboard, I quickly calculated we had just over four hours left so I consented and within minutes she was back asleep. I chose to focus on driving for the rest of the time since I figured getting in a nasty car wreck on the interstate might have more grave repercussions than just an angry wife. And as the scenery and minutes crept by, I fell back into that wonderful lull and peace that comes from putting more and more distance between a distasteful job and me.
The rest of drive and next two days passed without too much excitement. The hotel we were staying at was simply breathtaking. From the gold accented crown molding throughout the spacious room, the velvety carpet that encircled our feet, the enormous washroom with its speckled dark tiles floor to ceiling, glass enclosed shower and separate basin for drawing a hot bath that could easily have fit five people with room to spare, to the large secluded balcony overlooking a well maintained garden and courtyard below, it appeared no detail had been passed over. On our third day, I awoke to the sun rays peeking in through the tiny slit of the heavy drawn curtains that desperately tried to shut out the world beyond. Angela was already up, strutting around the room in just one of her white tissue t-shirts and tiny, black cotton shorts with double white racing stripes up the sides that barely covered her, while making a small pot of coffee that smelled simply divine to my groggy head.
"Well, good morning sleepyhead," she cooed, turning to face me.
"Good morning to you too. What time is it? God, I feel like I've been asleep for years." I asked my mind, eyes, and other senses slowly awakening. Then chiding her in our usual way, I said,
"You going somewhere in that hot little number?"
"It's already ten. You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you," she replied smiling. Turning around, she poured a cup of coffee and brought it over to me as I pushed my feet out of bed and onto the floor. As she leaned in, her hair gently brushed my bare chest and she gave me a very light kiss on the cheek. Then, quite unexpectedly, she delicately bit my earlobe after flicking her tongue across it, before standing back up, and placing her hands on her hips causing her chest to stick out. The fabric of shirt clung to her as though it was wet and I could clearly see her small, dark nipples jutting out. "And yes, I am going somewhere. I'm going to hit the gym real quick this morning and then I have a spa appointment all afternoon and don't forget, we're supposed to go meet Kate for dinner tonight."
Grabbing a hair tie off the nightstand, she put her hair up in a ponytail and began darting around the room as she was getting ready to leave. Taking a nice, long sip of coffee, I sat back and just enjoyed the show. I could feel the warm contents going down my throat, the simplistic aroma and taste assisting me in awakening to the rest of the room. My eyes followed her, as though I were in a trance, still unable to move because I wasn't quite awake. Finding her socks, she stole a sly glance back over her shoulder, and then bent over to put them and her shoes on, as she did, her shorts rose up the backs of her thighs to reveal more than a little bit of each of cheek. She stood up, and in one swift motion, pulled off her thin shirt overheard throwing it to the ground a distance away and turned back to face me, her breasts swaying and bouncing as she moved. Casually, she picked up her grey cotton sports bra that was on the dresser, and put it on before heading for the door while eyeing me the whole time.
"You just going to sit there all day while I run off?" she replied back with more than a twinge of humor in her voice.
