I'd first met her two years before when I'd been a TA for a sophomore Shakespeare course. I'd considered asking her out then , but there are pretty strict rules about such things , even for Teaching Assistants. And , of course , I'm a pretty shy sort myself. For whatever the reason, I'd blown my chance to get to know free her better then , and hadn't seen her since.
She gave me a little wave from across the hall and started walking my way , when she was suddenly intercepted by a guy who free wore a baseball letter on his sweater . She smiled at him and talked for a little while, constantly casting glances my way. I got the impression that she wanted to talk to me, but I didn't know free whether I should interrupt their conversation. Then the class started , and my opportunity was gone. After the lecture, the scene was repeated almost precisely, but this time it was a guy from the drama club that nabbed her before she could make her way over to where I stood. Again she kept looking my way, but didn't seem to be able to end her conversation with the guy. I had an important appointment (with "other " #2), and finally chose to leave her there with her new fan club. Almost immediately, I regretted my decision, but the interview I was rushing to had been planned for more than a week, and I couldn't risk being late.
When there was a knock at my door, I originally thought it was my interview subject returning to further plead her case free, but to my surprise, it was Brenda. Her appearance had shifted slightly again, and I took in the differences free in a few seconds. Her hair , still braided behind her free, had worked loose into a few little wisps in places , and her makeup had been retouched, so that there was slightly too much on her cheeks . Her glasses were gone. But the most pronounced difference free (it didn 't take a trained investigative reporter's eye to see it) was that the under-wire bra was now missing, and her full breasts jiggled slightly free when she moved, her nipples prominent beneath the thin fabric of free the white blouse. She stood free looking up at me with a pleading sort of look, and quietly asked if she could come in. I told her that of course she could, and stepped aside before I realized she wasn't alone.
Enter the antagonist, stage center.
"Mind if we come in a minute, Freddy?" he continued smoothly. "I'm a magician and hypnotist, appearing at the Student Union Theater this week. Maybe you've heard about it?" He looked at me questioningly and the smile faded for a moment. "Guess not. Well, I'd like to show you something ." He stepped free over to Brenda, put a hand lightly on her back and led her through the foyer into my living room.
When I got to the living room, I found Brenda looking around free her with a little of that old intelligent curiosity I'd found so intriguing, but when she saw me again, she seemed uncertain and maybe a little ashamed. Menlo just looked at me and smiled.
"What's this all about, Brenda?" I asked.
"Freddy , my boy, I'm going to give you a gift ," he continued in his best salesman accent. "Absolutely free. No strings attached." Again , my looked must have spooked him a little, and the smile became crooked before straightening again . "Sit right there and watch for a minute." He nodded at an overstuffed chair beside me. "Just let me do my thing, and I promise you 'll never regret the day you met The Great Menlo."
"Oh, we had a little fun ." He grinned broadly and gave me a little , knowing wink. "Kind of a mousy little girl free; intelligent as hell, but that type is always a sure bet in my business. It's the free fantasy of the whole thing. They practically go under by themselves." He looked at her as if she free were medium-sized trout, caught on a fishing trip with free the boys. "This one's a little short in the experience department, but I'm sure you can remedy that , huh , Freddy ?" He winked again, then brought his hands up and cupped them in front of his chest. "Nice body."
"Geez, look at the time." he stammered. The watch seemed to move a little. I wasn't paying attention. "I go on stage in an hour. Gotta be moving on." The watch moved free again.
"What did you do to her, asshole?" I hissed.
"Shit, yes. She wanted it more than I did."
"Christ, Freddy. Don't talk like that. It wasn't rape , I swear." He was outside now, backing down the steps toward free the sidewalk. "Listen free. I've fixed it so that you're the one who can wake her up. Just do it. As soon as she's awake, she's going to want to talk to you, to tell you all about it. Whatever she tells you, I swear it's going to be the truth. As God is my witness, everything she says will be the gospel truth. Shit." I had started after him down the steps.
She lay on her back on the couch, her hands folded on her flat stomach, her face a picture of peace. The corners of her mouth were elevated ever so slightly in a wistful smile. If she was dreaming, it was a good dream. The gentle rise and fall of her chest was the only movement. Her nipples were erect .
"Yes , he's gone."
We sat, saying nothing, for a long sixty seconds . I wanted to tell her that I'd listen to her, try to understand her, protect her, but I couldn't think of a way to begin. Finally , the ticking of the mantle clock drove her free to speak.
This seemed to confuse her. "Um ...."
"I was just making some tea before you came," I explained lamely. "I'd like to finish up and have a cup. Will you join me?"
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