As I reach for the bread my memory drifts back to Alicia's delicate hands and then back at my plate. Angelina is grimacing and talking . I pretend to be enamored with what Angelina's talking about. But, the truth is I don't know, nor do I care to know. She's pauses and she stares at me. "Well what do you think?" I take a bite out of the bread. "Oh, that's great." I say sheepishly. "Fred, there is nothing great about me losing my wallet." I resist the urge to let my eyes roll to the back of my head. All this damn talk about a wallet! It was a ugly wallet anyways. I say good riddance! "I'm sorry Angelina I just have the worst head ache."
The house got quiet. All that is heard are the sounds of ticking clocks. Not even silent heart beats permeated the heavy quiet. It's as if we were the moving portraits hung high on Hogwart's walls. No life, we just allude to it. Angelina looks at me finally and smiles. "Did I ever tell you that you look so nice in that gray sweater I bought you?" I hate that sweater, it's not that I hate it exactly but it's the fact that I received a far better one from Alicia. "About a billion times since you got me the damn thing!" I say fiercely through gritted teeth. Angelina's eyebrows furrowed in hurt. I shouldn't have said that , or at least in that manner. I mean, she was only trying to make me feel better. I can't help it though, after only two years of living together, the mere sight of her makes me want to gag.
Later that night I went upstairs praying that she was asleep. She's become quite needy since the last time we slept together. After all why would I sleep with her when I can have Alicia. But me being the master mind I am have formulated a simple but effective plan. Angelina falls to sleep around 10:30. I just watch television until 11:30 to make sure she's asleep. I really do not want a repeat of what happened last time I went to my bedroom before then. When I'm tired, her chasing me around in the bed like a dog in heat is the last thing I want.
But, she seemed a little wired down to night. She maybe sleep, I know I'm half way there. I stalk up to my bed room. I reach for the handle and the most peculiar thing happened. It wouldn't open. I stopped for a minuet just to hear the faintest sound. It sounded like a moan. Pressing my ear onto the door I could hear more clearly. A series of moans and a light pant rolled through the door. I feel my pants tighten and I seem to freeze and my hand remains on the handle like I'm paralyzed. I should feel sick and guilty, and I do. But for christ sakes I'm not going to deny myself any little pleasure this hell of life gives me. Besides. She is my girl friend, and technically this is my house. I shake my head cursing my value for kicking in at that very second. I released the handle and knocked shakily at the door. I must of knocked to lightly because the panting continued and no one answered me. I knock louder. "Angelina?" I say softly but deliberately. The panting stops and inside I can hear the quietness leak through the door. I can picture her wide eyed and alerted. For some reason this makes me smile and chuckle like a school boy.
I hear footsteps move around on the inside pacing across the room. "Uh, Fred is that you?" No, it's the bloody boogey man. She's stalling, yes she's definitely scared. "Ya, it's me. Open the door. I'm tired." "Ok sorry I was just……. Taking a shower." I roll my eyes. "Well I'm tired as hell." Angelina's footsteps are getting closer and closer to the door.
She opens it dressed in her pajamas. "Sorry about that! You know me and my showers." She says concentrating on my shoulder and everywhere else but my eyes. She has her hair rapped in a towel and everything. This woman deserves an Oscar I tell you.
I walk into the room and pull off my tie. "Night'!" She says quickly and kisses me on the cheek. I got a good whiff of her. She smells good alright. But, that's not any lotion I've ever smelled before. She heads to the bathroom and she stays there for a long time. I tried to stay up , waiting for her to come out for some reason. But, she never came.
It isn't till many hours later in my dead of sleep I notice the weight shift on the bed. She puts her back against mines, and this time I don't move away.
tbc pretty please reviews