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57 lines
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Romance (Mudrasslin Chicks Strike Paydirt)
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by deirdre, 9/17/94
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I read the title. I *almost* burst out laughing. "Let me guess!" I said,
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"Your husband picked out this one!"
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Jean glanced over at the video I was holding. "Can't fool you!" she answered.
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"And did *you* pick out one, too?" I pulled the other video out of the bag.
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I stared at it for a second. I knew this video very well.
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"Yep, one for each of us!" Jean replied. I couldn't believe she'd rented this
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video. Without lifting my face, I peeked at her under my eyebrows. She was
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watching me. Did she see me peek?
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I was so nervous. It was so unexpected. I had to think of something natural
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to say. "What's it about?" I lied. Well, actually I pretended I hadn't
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heard of the video. She was watching me! She must be watching for my
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reaction. She must be *interested* in me!
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"Oh, it's about a woman who goes to Reno to get a divorce and ends up having
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an affair." No, she didn't say it--not anything about *that*. I felt so
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embarrassed. What should I say? She was *definitely* watching me. I
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shouldn't have pretended I didn't know what it was about. I could have made a
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*knowing comment*. This had been my big chance--a thousand of my dreams come
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true--and I pretended I didn't know the video! She was waiting for me to
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speak. I had to talk again.
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"Well, that's just *fantasy* for you. I don't think *you're* aiming to get a
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divorce and have an affair." It was fairly natural sounding. But I knew my
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subconcious was trying to give her the chance to volunteer more.
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"Who knows? Maybe there are affairs I could have that wouldn't *bother* Jim."
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I was *floored*. My heart was beating so fast. Yes, she was peeking at me,
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to see how I reacted. I had made myself come so many times thinking about a
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moment like this. She *wanted* me. I *knew* she did. And I wanted her *so
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bad*!
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She *must* know! She's figured me out! She *knows* I know!
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I giggled. A nervous giggle? A little. Like it was all a joke. What was
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wrong with me? If I hadn't recognized the video, I figured I would be finding
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this all to be a joke. This was my big chance, but there was that part of me
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that wanted to hide--to appear normal. And I didn't want her to know I had
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lied. "Well, enjoy yourselves!" A non-committal comment. A *nothing*
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comment.
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I was off. I could have... admitted that I knew that video. Or else I could
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have innocently suggested that we watch it together. Or just *looked* at her
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openly. But I *didn't*. She'll figure I'll see the video some day. She'll
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figure I'll remember this day and conversation. She knows someday I'll
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*know*.
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I'm so embarrassed. How can I face her again? She'll be wondering if I know
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yet. Back to my dreams. She'll always be in my dreams.
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