From: kimmyd@bnr.ca (Kimmy Posey P920)
Subject: Re: That smile ... (Part II)
Organization: Bell-Northern Research, BNR-RTP 
Date: Mon, 14 Sep 1992 20:15:48 GMT


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#                              That Smile ...                                #
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# By: Elizabeth T. Harvey                                                    #
#     Kimmy D. Posey                                                         #
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Kimmy's editorial comments will be enclosed in asterisks
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Elizabeth's comments will be enclosed in equality symbols
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                       ===+--- Elizabeth ---+===

                       (Final scene from Part I)

.... He shakes his head slowly.  "No ... just one room ... just one bed ... 
king-sized."  He punctuates that sentence with a less-awkward grin.  
Meanwhile, a middle-aged man walks by, tips his hat, and takes our bags 
upstairs.  Kim is still holding the picnic basket.
I try to get my eyes back to normal size before they dilate.  He smiles and 
puts his arm around my shoulders, stroking my arm.  I sigh deeply.  He puts 
the basket down and takes my face in his hands.  I try to speak, but he 
places a finger on my lips and mouths the words, 'Trust me'.  I hug him and 
whisper, "Okay, okay ...", even though my heart is racing.  I look into his 
face and smile.  "Well, what are we going to do with that picnic basket?"
 
                        ---+=== Kimmy ===+---
 
.... "Like I said, we're gonna have a picnic.  I didn't say it would be outside
did I?"  Wow, I'm suprised my brain is still functioning well enough to con-
verse, after that episode by the car!  Could she feel the heat too?  When she
kisses me like that it's like bein' hooked up to the Primary Grid.  I wonder
if she realizes how close I was to losing control.  How bad I wanted to melt
down into the grass with her in my arms, regardless of who could see.  But
that would spoil everything.  I must not rush.  Patience is the main component 
of Passion.  As I lead Elly up the staircase to our room I force myself to
relax.  Just a little longer.  As we arrive in our room, Obidiah Ross welcomes
us to the inn and tells us a little about it's history.  While he rambles on
about Great, Great Ancestors, antique furiture, points of local interest etc.,
I survey the room.  Perfect.  Elly seems fascinated by Obi's story.  I thank
him when he finishes and softly request a bucket of ice for the Dom P. that
I have hidden away in the picnic basket.  With a knowing smile and a hushed
assurance he closes the door behind him.  I turn to Elly and suggest she take
a few minutes to freshen up while we wait for the wine.  She agrees and
heads off for the shower.  When she has gone I spring into action.  First the
fireplace.  Obi has done his job well.  One match and it's cracklin' to life.
Next the rose-scented tea candles.  All four dozen of them!  Just as I've
finished placing each candle in it's own little pink crystal cup and arranging
them about the room, Obi comes back in with the ice.  Seeing me rushing about
trying to get the candles lit, he smiles and takes up a fireplace match and
helps me.  I thank him and ask if there is another shower I can use.  He
gives me directions and exits.  On the rug in front of the hearth, I spread
the classic red & white checkered blanket and arrange the "fixin's":  Truffles
shipped all the way from a little shop in Frisco, sherried walnuts glazed
with sugar, assorted german chocolate.  She loves chocolate.  Now the pillows.
Turn down the bed.  I grab my kit and robe on the way to the shower.  As I
start to leave I turn and look things over.  Yep, perfect.  I wonder how she
will wait for me ...? 
 
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Elizabeth.  Excellent!  You worked the picnic thing back into the story well.
You're doin' great and I'm REALLY enjoying this!  Others are too apparently.
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Thanks, Kimmy ... you are guiding the story really well ... I am very 
impressed, and I'm glad you're having fun, too ... How long do you think 
this will end up being?
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I step into the hot, steaming shower and let the water pour over me as I 
mull over the day's events.  Ah ... my head's awhirl.  Neither my heart nor 
my body seem to be listening to my mind's entreaties to stay aloof.  I wish 
I could, but at times, it just doesn't seem possible.  But logically, I 
need to keep my distance!  Kim and I are two totally different people, 
can't he see that?  And even if we weren't, after Regan ... my mind rebels 
at the thought of my first love, who seemed so right for me, who claimed I 
was so right for him ... only to desert me, never contacting me again, and 
without leaving me avenues to contact him.  To all extents and purposes, he 
vanished.  I told Kim a few generalities concerning it: "Oh yeah, it was a 
net romance ... it just didn't work out in the end ... yeah, we met once 
.. hey, no biggie ... you win some, and you lose some, you know ... yeah, 
lucky for me I didn't get too involved ..."  If he only knew how much I 
loved Regan ... how I wanted to literally tear my heart when I realized 
something was very wrong.  After him, I wanted nothing to do with men 
beyond the platonic level ... nothing.  Until Kim came along.  But it's not 
right, I think to myself as I shed a few tears that mingle with the water 
streaming down my head on all sides.  Kim doesn't need or deserve damaged 
goods ... I shouldn't let this go on.
Suddenly, I snap to attention.  'Stop wallowing and *do* something", I hear 
an inner voice say.  I nod silently, finish washing up, and step out of the 
shower to dry off.  While towelling off, I go through the travel bag, 
looking at the clothes he bought for me to wear this weekend.  As I reach 
the bottom of the bag, I note to myself that 'clothes' isn't the most 
accurate term for what he's bought ... the majority of it seems to be 
lingerie.  Not underwear, lingerie.  A camisole, a couple of teddies ... 
lots of satin and lace ... my cheeks burn as I eventually find only two 
outfits suitable for wearing outside of the room.  And in the side pocket, 
I find a note in his handwriting: "Elly, trust me .... Love, Kim."  As I 
stuff the note back in the bag, I take a few moments to collect my 
thoughts.  As I pull on a camisole set of black satin, along with a 
deep-blue shirt and blue jeans, I realize that I must leave here before I 
lose all control and fall in love with him completely, and the damage would 
be irrevocable.  I put on some comfortable black flats, grab the bag and 
rush out of the bathroom, thinking that perhaps kindly Mr. Ross could tell me 
how to get out of this mountains before morning ...
I sweep into the room, and am arrested on the spot.  The room is gorgeous.  
Tastefully decorated, with a large, foru-poster bed in the corner, the room 
would be pretty regardless, but the fire, and all the candles make it 
breathtaking.  I sigh, spellbound by the cracklin flames in the fireplace.  
Pulling my eyes away, I pick up one of the tea candles and marvel at the 
glow of its flame.  While inhaling its scent of roses, my eyes catch a 
glimpse of the picnic spread out.  So *much* chocolate ... I glance at the 
ice bucket and take out the bottle to read its label.  "Dom Perignon??"  I 
take a deep breath.  "I must be on my way ..."  I drop his bag, and grab my 
purse, looking for a pen and paper.  The pen I have no problem finding, but 
I ramble through my purse for several minutes looking for a scrap of paper, 
until I spy a pad of stationery for the inn.  Hurriedly, I write: "Kim, I 
am so sorry ... this cannot work.  Please don't bear a grudge.  Take care, 
E."  Kim, you are going to have to trust me on this, I think to myself as I 
choke back a melodramatic sigh.  I place the note against the ice bucket, grab 
my purse, and rush to the door ...

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Sorry Elizabeth for not gettin' back to the story until thursday evening.
Pressing work and personal stuff kept me hoppin'.  Plus our heroine has our
hero in something of a jam!  Wonder if I'm up to the challenge ?
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                        ---+=== Kimmy ===+---

... 'Walk slowly.  Don't hurry it now.  Remember to savor every moment, every
sensation.  The cold slap of the water gushing from the shower head disi-
plining mind and body.  The large soft towels, the keen edge of the razor.
The fresh scent of the Skin Bracer and the clean taste of Crest.  The simple
pleasures of manhood bound up with more complex pleasures to come.  The Tao of
Seduction ...  it must never be rushed.'  As I walk slowly back toward our
room I coach myself as I have so many times before.  The same self-talk that
I used all those years when Third Millenium was just another struggling
start-up company.  Yeah, and next week I'll sign it over for a tidy 9 digit
number.  Freedom feels so strange!  I'll never have to be away from Elly
again.  She'll never ever have to go back to that dreary little office again,
unless she wants to.  I can take her anywhere, buy her anything.  She can
have my babies and never worry about having to leave them with a stranger so
that she can go be a mortgage payment.  Or if she wants a career she can have
any kind she wants and not have to do something she hates just for a stupid
dollar bill.  But if she asked me to I'd walk away from Third M. without
a nickle in my pocket.  I love her that much.  I could start over from
scratch with her at my side.  I knew she would come.  I waited, sifted,
searched.  Then one day there she was.  Out of nowhere.  In that moment I
knew it was her.  All my instincts screamed it.  Now all I had to do was win
her heart.  Well, tonight we shall see.  Everythings perfect.  If only she
will let herself go for a single moment.  I know she loves me.  It's just a
matter of allowing herself to trust again.  She'll fight it I know.  But I
love that about her.  She has a backbone made of steel.  It makes me adore her
more than anyone in this world.  Too much to let her talk herself out of
happiness. Arriving at the door to our room I take a deep breath and turn the
handle.  As I open the door I rush head-long into Elly.  As we rebound from
each other I note how she's dressed.  Seems she's ready to bolt sooner than I
suspected.  No matter.  The show-down had to come sooner or later.  Better
sooner.  Funny how that thought doesn't slow my racing heart though.  Before
she fully recovers I take both of her hands in mine and look down at them.
Sheez, why is it that I could stare any other person on earth into the dirt,
but I can't look her in the eye.  I force myself to look up into that angelic
face.  She's so beautiful ... 'Elly, before you say anything, promise me you'll
let me say my peace.  Then if you still want to go, I'll have Obi call you a cab.
Deal ?'  As she starts to speak I put my fingers gently to her lips and say:
Don't say anything Sugar, just nod.  With a sigh of resignation she lowers her
eyes and nods, almost imperceptively 'yes'.  My heart soars!  Now the cul-
mination of my life has come.  All the waiting, hoping, dreaming.  It all
hinges on this moment.  I lead her over to the couch.  As we sit I can imagine
how she must be feeling.  Scared.  Yeah me too!  But fear is the mind killer.
It robs us of the joy we might obtain but for the asking.  Looking into her
eyes I begin: 'Elly, I know you're scared.  It's hard to trust someone.  I
know you even have trouble trusting yourself.  I've been there too.  But
sooner or later girl, you gotta have faith in something.  All my life I've
waited for someone that I could love.  Ever since I was a little kid I've
prepared for the someone.  I always knew she'd come.  But the years went by
and I started to wonder if maybe I was wrong.  All the stuff I had accomp-
lished began to seem so meaningless and stale.  Then you came along.  Girl
nothin' ever effected me like you.  I can't explain it.  But I knew at that
instant that you were the one.  I knew I had to have you!  Elly I'll do anything
to win you.  If the money scares you, I'll sign it all away this instant.  If
it's something about my body you don't like, I change it.  Anything.  Because
I love you Elly.  With every fiber of my soul I love you.  You can run out
that door if you want.  But you will never be able to hide from the fact that
I adore you.  And I'll never stop lovin' you, no matter what.'  A moment of
silence passes.  Suddenly I notice a tear drop at the corner of her eye.  I
instinctively reach up with my left hand and catch it as it falls.  Staring 
at the tiny drop of her poised on the edge of my finger I am mesmerised by
this moment.  I feel her pull my hand to her face and kiss my palm.  Looking
into her eyes again I know that she is mine.  My body reacts without thought.
Pulling her towards me I feel her tremble and I wisper softly: 'Oh Elly,
don't be afraid ...'

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Well I finally got finished at 4:00 monday afternoon.  Sorry it took so long
but this was something of a ..er.. well, interesting weekend!  Anyway, there
it is.  Hope it's goin' the way you expected.  How long will this go on?  Well
looks like we are entering the final phase of the story.  Let's just see what
happens with the next couple of scenes ...
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