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151 lines
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Motel
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by deirdre, 3/5/95
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It was getting late. Actually, it was already very late and I was about to
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drop off. Sheila wasn't. She was still talking to Nancy and John and they
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looked like they were going to talk forever.
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I looked around the room. We were in a motel room, sitting around
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drinking and talking. The motel was more-or-less between our house and
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John's and Nancy's and they'd come up with this scheme to all meet here
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for a visit. It had been some months since they all managed to meet, and,
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well, their family do tend to be talkers. Not that I have any complaints--
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I've rather enjoyed being a "member" of a talkative family since my own
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tends to be less communicative. But right now, I wasn't in any condition
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to do anything.
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"Honey, you're about ready to drop off," Sheila said, noticing my state.
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"I'm afraid you're right."
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"Listen, why don't you go on to bed. We'll be up all night I'm sure."
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"OK." I looked around, a little confused, thinking about my clothes, then
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headed for the door. We'd rented three cabins and I wandered over to one
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of the other two. The one they were talking in was Sheila's and mine.
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There I was in another of the cabins--the one John and Brenda were going
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to be in, I think. I thought again about my clothes, being in someone else's
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room and not having my suitcase, but then just pulled off my pants and
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shirt and got in bed. I was asleep in no time.
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I woke up. The door was opening. The light went on and then off again. I
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sat up and a low light went on. "It's me," said Brenda.
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"Oh, I'm sorry," I said. I should have picked Nancy's cabin because as long
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as she was talking to Sheila and John, her cabin would be free. "I'll go to
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Nancy's." I thought about how I was going to manage to get dressed with
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Brenda there.
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"No, can't you just stay? I... I don't like being in these things alone."
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"Sure, but..."
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"It's a big bed," she said. "And if you're as exhausted as I am..."
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It *was* a queen. She went in the bathroom. I wondered what I should do
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and finally gave in and turned over to go back to sleep. I was aware of the
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bathroom door opening again and movement on the other side of the bed.
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"Good night," I heard Brenda's soft voice.
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I *really* was so tired, I didn't worry about it too much. But she stirred.
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She seemed restless. I thought about being John, with Brenda tossing like
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this every night. I turned over to try to get more comfortable.
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"I'm sorry," I heard Brenda's soft voice.
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"What."
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I sensed her scoot closer and felt her hand on my side. "Now I'm keeping
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you awake."
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"You just laid down."
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"Could you just... hold me? I'm used to it." She was very close now. I
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realized we'd better not do this.
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"Brenda..."
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"No, just holding, really. OK?" I turned over, toward her. She turned her
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back to me and pulled my arm over her and held it against her shoulder. I
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realized she was wearing a nightgown. She pushed her rear up to my body
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and we were spooning. She hooked her foot under mine. "Like this," I
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heard her say.
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She dropped off to sleep. I could tell by the feel of her breathing. I lay
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there, holding her.
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I awoke. It was still night. Car doors and voices. Were they going off
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somewhere? "What is it?" came Brenda's quiet voice.
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"Pizza, or something like that I guess."
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"I guess so. Listen, thank you."
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"For what?"
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"For holding me like this. I *love* to be held."
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"It's nice."
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"It doesn't have to be sexual."
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"I know."
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She didn't answer. What a strange situation. What would Sheila make of
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it if she walked in?
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I'd always liked Brenda. I thought she was nice, if a little quiet. "Does it
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bother you?" She finally asked.
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"What."
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"You know, being pressed against me?"
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Ha! The unanswerable question! Damned if I do... I felt her wriggle just a
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little. "It's very pleasant," I finally responded.
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She let out half a giggle, then held my hand tighter, up against her cheek.
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"I *like* it," she said. I didn't answer her and I felt her fall asleep again.
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I awoke to her stirring. It was daylight. I was still wrapped around her
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just as I'd been the night before. "Are you awake?" came her voice. I sat
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up. She turned over and looked at me and smiled. Then she slipped out of
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bed and into the bathroom and I found my pants and shirt and pulled them
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on. Soon we'd found the others and were off to find a restaurant for
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breakfast.
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By midday, Sheila and I were on the road. It was obvious she was sleepy
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and I expected her to drop off any minute. She'd adjusted the seat back a
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bit and sat there motionless.
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"Did you two do it?" Just like that, as she lay there! I'd thought she was
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almost asleep!
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"No!"
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She said nothing for a little while, still laying there motionless. I glanced
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at her: her eyes were shut. Then she said, "You know, we peeked in and
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saw the two of you."
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"I... she said she didn't want to stay alone..."
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She giggled. "So you just held her."
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"As a matter of fact, yes!"
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Once again, she didn't say anything for a while. Then she said "she's
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awfully nice. In that position, it wouldn't be unusual if something
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happened."
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I was a bit shocked by the way Sheila was taking this--even though
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nothing happened. "Well it didn't!"
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"But she's so nice. And don't *you* think she's a cute little thing?" I
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glanced at her again: her eyes were still shut, and she looked for all the
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world like she was completely relaxed.
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"Well sure, but *I've* got what *I* need."
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She giggled again. "Yes you do. But you had your chance."
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