"She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry. Still you don't regret a single day…"

There are times we have the sensation that we've met someone before or been somewhere before; this sensation is commonly known as déjà vu. If you have the feeling that you have been someone else before, does that make it déjà you? If the threads of a different life, some parallel existence in some parallel dimension, being tangling up with the ones you're currently following, can you feel it? If they simply run along a similar line, never tying together but simply brushing here and there as they run side by side, does that affect you too?

Gary had made love to Margaret exactly once. They were out of breath, having worked off an impressive amount of steam, energy, and pent-up everything bouncing around in the inflatable castle he'd had delivered that morning. They were in their pajamas, like some bizarre sleepover game, him in well worn flannel and a plain tee, her in bright paisley satin. She was softness and sensuality and the sunlight filtering through the colored plastic had a stained glass effect on the air as riotous bursts of red and blue played across their faces.

They were lying side by side catching their breath, staring up at the ceiling, when she'd turned a bit and curled against him. One arm left its post of cushion beneath his head and curled around her shoulders, tugging her closer and giving her a slight squeeze. Her arm had draped across his stomach in reply, pinky gently teasing the inch of skin peeking in the gap between his clothes. The first twitch had been ignored, the second had been noticed and a shy teasing became a five-fingered tickle. He thrashed and scooted, trying unsuccessfully to dodge her before tossing out a mental "the hell with this" and simply rolling over, pinning her beneath him. Hard muscled planes were cradled by pliant curves, an extra voluptuous woman who at the moment could only wiggle her fingers, toes and the end of her nose. They were breathing hard again, though for a slightly varied bank of reasons than before. Exertion and excitement were warring right now, and belatedly Gary realized his erection was very plain through the thin layers that separated them.

It wasn't a conscious thought, not even an act of will, but rather a foregone conclusion of unconscious action when he dipped his head and caught her lips in a kiss. It was soft, warm and sweet; everything she was. His hands skimmed up her arms to rest beneath her shoulders, and her now freed limbs wrapped around his neck to draw him nearer. Gary had had his share of flings, models and "actresses" and bitchy clingy hangers-on whose dress size was only slightly above their IQs (though rarely was either number above a single digit); never had a simple kiss excited him so much. Girls who were paid to know what to do, even the "innocent" ones who still always managed to reveal a perceptiveness borne of experience rather than compatibility, had not wrung such an instantaneous reaction.

They were kissing, making out like teenagers and every second was turning him on more than the last. He wasn't sure how it was possible, except that in the core of his being, he had the strangest sensation of familiarity. It was as though he'd known her for years, instead of less than a week, and that they were simply fitting together as they had done in some past time.

They made love in a bed of paisley satin and warm worn cotton, the net walls and backyard mostly shielding them from view, the bouncy floor cushioning and providing a trampoline assistance when things became vigorous. Happy, warm, and decidedly familiar. It was a good feeling and one Gary was not keen to let go of… much like the sleeping woman in his arms.

Author's Note: there will be a part 2 and a part 3, same as the movie. this is mostly my own, but part 3 will contain spoilers for part 3 of the film.

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