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Tuesday, July 05, 2011

Chapter 1: The Encounter I

It was close to eleven. She said it was time for her to go home.

"Right," he nodded, "I’ll take you downstairs." And he went right to putting his shoes on.

As he was sitting on the end of the bed, bending down to put on his New Balance, he thought of the difficulty of getting a taxi. Just now when they were on the street outside the hotel, they couldn’t get a taxi to a restaurant and ended up eating at the hotel. Perhaps he should ask the front desk to call a taxi…

"Don’t you want me to stay?" her voice came from the back.

His left shoulder shuddered a tiniest bit. A number of thoughts flashed across his mind while his hands froze in the middle of tying the shoe lace of his right shoe. One thought that was clear was that whatever he would say or do in response, he must make sure that she knew she was respected.

He stood up and turned to her. She was standing on the left side of the bed, looking at him, a small smile on her beautiful face. He moved forward, limping a bit, until he was close enough to gently put his lips onto hers, and kissed her.

"Of course I want you to stay," he murmured into her ear, and noticed that she shivered.

They were now both standing next to the bed. Instinctively, he placed his left arm around her back and softly laid her down. Then, with his arms spread on either side of her, he set himself down lightly on top, and showered her lips and face with kisses.

She closed her eyes, her face relaxed, wearing a slight smile. It was the first time he was this close to her. With his left elbow now supporting the weight of his body, he used the free hand to begin tracing the contour of her face, gliding it with the soft tips of his fingers. When closed, her eyes were those of a buddha. He wanted to kiss those eyes but her glasses were in the way. The eyebrows were defined and shapely, with a nice arch. There was no noticeable makeup. She had a natural glow of beauty about her. There were a few little spots on that pretty face. There was one on the lower side of the forehead, just above the eyebrows; another one on her left cheek…

(to be continued...)



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