From: lstewart@watserv1.uwaterloo.ca (L. Stewart -- IS Office 1058)
Subject: swinging toad lavender
Keywords: porous, sinead, squeeze
Organization: University of Waterloo
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1992 21:02:47 GMT

The train thundered into the station, blowing great jets of 
steam into the evening sky. My heart raced as I waited to meet
Sinead, after three years I hoped I would still recognize her.
The conductors jumped down from the cars and put the portable 
steps in place for the disembarking passengers. The platform       
filled with people and their luggage. There was no sign of her.

The last of the passengers had left the station. I stood there 
not knowing quite what to do. I had checked with the station
manager several times and this was indeed the right train. 
After what seemed hours I decided to leave, perhaps there would be
a message for me at home. The car refused to start and the only     
sound I could hear was the faint bleating of the radio. Damn, I
had left the radio on and the lights. I am such a fool.

Slamming the door of the car I had at least enough sense to
ensure that the doors were all locked. The air had grown chill
over the hours and I threw my coat across my shoulders. The walk 
home would take at least an hour. I turned toward the street and 
began my trek. My breath misted in front of me as I stepped over
a guard rail leading out of the parking lot. My foot promptly sank
into the porous earth, still soft from the afternoon rain.

The suction of the wet soil forced me to pull quite hard to release
my trapped foot. As the vacuum broke I was thrown off balance
and my shoe was thrown back over my shoulder into the parking lot.
I struggled to keep from falling and planted my foot squarely back
into the mud. I was out of patience and began bellowing curses
into the sky. The mud was cold.

I collected my shoe and abandoned the short cut. My mood was 
thoroughly sour as I crossed Charles Street and neared the
building. I lived in the third of the towers and as I passed beneath
the first of them I was slapped the length of my face. A great wet
mouthful of kid spit had caught me dead in the centre of the 
forehead and splattered. I looked up toward the building and I
saw two laughing faces peering over a balcony on about the   
eighteenth floor. I cursed the little brats, the spit was cold.

My head sagged in resignation as I collected the remains of my
battered dignity and trod the rest of the way to my building. I
twisted my key in the lock and wrenched the door open, striking 
my elbow sharply. The keys flew out of my hand into the lobby  
and the door quietly closed itself as I howled in anger and pain.
Clutching my elbow I looked forlornly thyrough the glass at my keys.
I was locked out of my home, the foyer was cold.

I waited. Finally a woman I had seen on the elevator arrived and 
let me in. Humbled, I thanked her and collected my keys. I trudged
after her to the elevator, taking some consolation from the fact
that she had been kind enough to let me in and had a lovely
backside. Sinead had ditched me and I needed to let off some steam.
As we waited for the elevator she offered me a tentative smile.
The annoying chime sounded to announce the presence of the car.
A couple of middle aged people got off. 

She leaned forward to press fourteen and asked me my floor. I
smiled as best I could and mumbled sixteen. The car jerked into 
motion and she began to chat inanely as we crept up the shaft.
Her eyes darted around the car and she flickered a few more smiles
toward me. She was attractive in a sense, good teeth, clean, well
kept clothing, nice figure. I assumed she worked out. The elevator
was just chugging up to the tenth floor when it stopped and the
lights went out.

I couldn't believe it, caught in an elevator. I was about to 
start complaining about the lousy life I led when I felt her hand
grasping my sleeve. Before I knew it she was clinging to me and
gasping. My benefactor was afriad. My immediate reaction was to 
take advantage of the situation. Then I began to go through
the moral arguments with myself. Knowing that I was stuck I
whispered to her that it would be all right. She pressed herself
even closer to me and I could fell her breath on my neck, it was
warm.   

I suggested that I boost her up to the ceiling because we were very
close to the next floor and she could climb to safety and summon
help. She kissed me fully on the mouth and agreed. I felt better.
After fumbling about in the dark and orienting ourselves in the 
middle of the car I hoisted her up. She brushed the ceiling with
her fingers. My knees were bent and holding one of my hands she
swung a leg up onto my shoulder, bunching her skirt around my face.
Her scent was heady and I stood there feeling silly with this
woman's sex pressed into my face.

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