A Cup Of Coffee... And Then Some!
A few mornings later, we find Sandy sitting in a quiet corner of her favorite coffee shop. This was her favorite only because it was part of the same national chain as her previous favorite. Since she was still fairly new to the area, she didn't know any of the locals.
Sandy reminisced over her lovely date with Rudy, contrasting her hunky upstairs neighbor with her no-nonsense boyfriend. She would have kept on reminiscing, too, except another patron caught her attention.
Strangely enough, this man was folding and stuffing letters into what looked like a couple of hundred envelopes. He had a box full of form letters sitting next to a box of envelopes. In a state of absorbed fascination, Sandy watched as the man pulled out letter after letter, signed and carefully folded each one, before setting each into its own little envelope. The curvy blonde had almost worked up the courage to walk over and inquire about the content of those letters, when her phone announced an incoming text.
The message was from Rudy, and simply, it read call me. After another sip of coffee, the strange man with his strange envelopes were set aside. Sandy pushed the reply button on her phone.
"Good morning, sunshine." She greeted.
"Hi, sweetie. So where are you and what are you doing? I don't see your car parked in its usual spot."
"I'm at a coffee shop, just a few blocks away from you."
She heard Rudy groan quietly in disappointment.
"Well, you can always come and join me." Sandy suggested, as she'd never run into anybody from the apartments there before.
"I'd like to, but I can't." Rudy replied. "I think I just figured out the missing piece of the puzzle. I'm trying to think up a way to test my new theory."
"You mean about your out of body thingy?" She asked. "You're never going to convince me that stuff like that is even possible."
"How do you explain me ending up in your apartment the other day?"
"I don't know. I think you snuck in somehow. I think you wanted me to find you."
"It's not the first time I've done something like that, and you're definitely somebody whose bedroom I'd love to sneak into, but it didn't happen that way. I swear to you, this time it was a real, honest to goodness supernatural occurrence." Rudy deliberated for several moments. "Okay, look. I'll prove it to you. I will go to your coffee shop."
"I'll be waiting..."
"It's not that simple, babe. You've got to help me out. You have to describe everything you see around you, in as much detail as you can. I have to be able to see that coffee shop through your eyes."
"Oh, Rudy. It's going to be a waste of time."
"Just humor me. If it doesn't work, I won't bother you about this any more. I will even suck your toes for an hour, for having wasted your time."
Sandy huffed.
"What? You don't like having your toes sucked?"
"It's not that I don't like it. I've been trying to get Jeremy to do things like that ever since we started dating. You're on, mister. I am holding you to that deal, and then some!"
Sandy went on to elaborate on her surroundings in a fairly detailed fashion. When she was finished, she asked, "Okay, so now what?"
"Now, I have to get you aroused." Rudy replied.
"Are you serious?" She laughed, loud enough to cause a couple of people to turn around in their seats. She felt her face begin to redden.
"If it'll help, I can tell you one of my stories. But we have to do it a very specific way."
"Okay."
"All right. This is a true story, and it happened maybe in '04 or '05. I was working as a cage cashier at a casino. This was in a small town where going to the casino was a pretty big deal for the folks that lived there. Oh, and I worked the graveyard shift, because the tips were so much better.
"Anyway, there were way more women than men in my department, and we were pretty friendly with each other. Since graveyard hours can make for very boring shifts, I would flirt with the ladies and nudge their elbows and massage their shoulders, that sort of thing. I would also play some very naughty guessing games with them."
"This was while you were married?"
"Yes."
"You are so bad. What kind of guessing games are you talking about?"
"Well, in one of them I had to guess whether or not a woman was clean shaven, had a landing strip, or was not shaven at all. In another one, I had to guess the color of a woman's bra. If I got it right, the woman would walk me over to a corner of the cashier cage, pop a couple of buttons on her blouse, and as the prize she'd show me her bra. In another one..."
"I get the picture, Rudy. Go on."
"Right. So this casino would change the schedule around a lot, and I would end up working with different women all the time. The ones that were already familiar with me would strike up some very personal and intimate conversations with me, or they would flirt with me in very explicit ways. The women that were not familiar with me would ask themselves; who the hell is this guy that can talk to so many different women like that? The new women would be curious enough to join the conversation, they would find me entertaining enough, and pretty soon I had droves of women flirting with me at this casino."
"Droves of women?"
"It was quite the phenomenon." Rudy replied. "Don't get me wrong. I've always tried to be nice to women. I don't discriminate against them because they're too big or too thin, or because they're not as pretty as other women. I try to build them back up when they're feeling down because of their boyfriends or husbands or whatever. I also go out of my way to make them laugh, and to give them the respect that nearly every human being deserves. I don't want you to think that I'm like every other guy who's just after sex.
"On occasion, I'll have a woman develop a crush on me, or even fall in love with me. This is what took place with a girl named Lucy. She was a big girl and she hadn't had too many lovers or boyfriends in her life. Well, Lucy had convinced herself that she was a better match for me than any of the other girls in the casino. Better even than my wife. Lucy became obsessed with trying to win me over. She started changing her days around, thanks in part to her buddy, who was the supervisor who wrote our schedules. Lucy would frequently end up working in the same area I was in. If she couldn't do that, Lucy would try to take her breaks and lunches whenever I did. She even started telling some of the other girls that we were dating, and that they shouldn't be flirting with me at all. Poor Lucy was getting out of hand, and she wasn't picking up the hint that she couldn't be anything more to me than a friend."
"This is all very interesting, Rudy," Sandy interrupted. "But I don't think you're going to get me aroused by telling me any of this."
"I'm getting to that part." Rudy went on. "A lot of this is to transition your mind away from the physical awareness into the dream state. Trust me, the story's about to get juicy."
"Okay, I'm all ears then."
"Late one night, I'm about to go on my lunch break. Lucy keeps calling my area so she can leave at the same time I do. I tell her I'm going to lunch right then, but that I'm not going to spend it with her because of the way she's been acting. So Lucy asks me if I'll be eating with someone else, and out of frustration I lie and say yes. Then, I hang up and leave the cashier cage. I'm thinking; I do not want to spend my entire lunch hour telling Lucy that I don't want anything to do with her. I reach the hallway leading into the back of the casino at the same time another employee does, and this was a young lady by the name of Patty.
"So let me tell you about Patty. She was a nineteen year-old redhead with freckles. Patty was a little on the chubby side. I remember telling her about some Japanese game show where the female contestants had to weigh their breasts. As a result, Patty went out and weighed hers. They were eight pounds each, if you're wondering. Maybe later I'll even tell you about the night when Patty and her roommate tried to rape a security guard with a strap-on. Long story short, Patty was more of an acquaintance than a buddy. Because she was such a narrow-focused, sex-driven beast, I tended to gravitate away from her.
"As I bumped into her there in the hallway, however, I started to wonder if maybe Patty wasn't exactly the right person to bump into. I stopped Patty right there. I looked at her, and I asked her; Patty, you've heard about how Lucy keeps telling everyone that I'm her boyfriend? Of course she had, because there are no secrets in small town casinos such as that one. I tell her that Lucy is only a minute or two behind me, and that I did not want to eat lunch with her. I said I'd gone and lied and told her I was having lunch with someone else. Would you mind very much, Patty, I asked, to pretend to be my date for the next hour?
"She had that look on her face that said; Oh yeah, I'll do it. Together, we walked back to the employee break-room. We went all the way outside to the smoking area. This is a fairly large, open space with half a dozen tables and a canopy covering the whole of it. Maybe ten or twelve people were already out there when we showed up. They were blackjack dealers, bartenders, slot attendants, and a couple of supervisors. We took a seat by ourselves, in a spot where Lucy would be sure to see us if she poked her head outside.
"So what do you want me to do? Patty asked me, as she lit up a cigarette. Since this was all spur of the moment, I hadn't planned that far ahead. I shrugged and told her to pretend that she liked me, and to sit close to me. I told her I'd owe her big time if she did this. So, Patty drags her chair next to mine, leans her head and elbow onto my chest and shoulder, and swings her leg onto my lap. She was still in this same pose some five minutes later, when Lucy poked her head out. Lucy grimaced at the two of us and went back inside. That's the end of Lucy for now, but it's not the end of the story."
"Okay, so what are you getting at?" Sandy asked.
"I now have you at a neutral state of mind, where all of your daily pressures and worries are gone, and all that you're concentrating on are my words." Rudy explained. "I will now attempt to get you aroused. When you reach this state, I want you to capture it. I want you to put a mental bookmark there, and to tell yourself that you'll be able to return to this state whenever you want to. I want you to be very specific in remembering this, because that's the only way I can tap into the energies that I need to tap into."
"I'll try." Sandy nodded, taking a quick glance around the coffee shop, and finding herself wondering if Rudy really could make something happen. He certainly sounded serious.
Rudy said, "Visualize the scene. I'm sitting on a white folding chair, it's cool outside, and it's the middle of the night."
