Jay was looking through the lens of a camcorder at Kay and Aileen,
who were seated together at one of the picnic benches of a rest
stop. Aileen was smiling back at the camera. Kay was not.
"Here we are on the last rest stop before Graceland." Jay was
saying. "Com'on Kay, smile."
Kay's face remained stony.
"OH, so that's the way it's gonna be, eh? Aileen, do
something. Tickle him!"
After a brief, speculative glance at the human seated on her
right, Aileen reached over and placed her hand on the back of his
neck. Kay's expression was changed slightly but still unreadable as
her hand moved. He picked that moment to pull out his raybans and
put them on hiding whatever expression they may have had from the
camera.
"Okay then," signed Jay in defeat. "I'll getcha later..." He
turned off the camera and turned towards the welcome center of the
rest stop.
Unseen by Jay or the camera, Aileen pulled her tendrils out of
the back of Kay's collar. They had gone deep into his shirt.
Kay turned to her. "That was very wicked of you, young lady."
His expression was still unreadable.
He then got up to follow Jay to the welcome center.
Aileen bit her lip and held her breath. That had been the most
intimate thing that had happened between Kay and she. Had she gone
too far?
To her relief Kay paused in his walk to look back at her over
his shoulder. He removed his raybans. His eyes gleamed with warmth
as he smiled slightly.
Happily, Aileen moved to join him.
Once inside the center, Aileen found herself feeling suddenly
shy and awkward. She sensed that she and Kay had reached a
crossroads in their relationship and the very air seemed charged as
he looked at her silently. She busied herself looking at pamphlets
as Jay headed for the men's restroom. No one else appeared to be
present.
She heard the door to the restroom close behind her and seconds
later felt the very welcomed touch of Kay's hand on the back of her
neck.
"One good scratch deserves another." Said Kay as he began a
gentle rubbing.
"Oh, bless you," she sighed happily. "But my people don't have
fingernails, remember?"
"My fingernails are yours," he said, as the rubbing became a
gentle scratching between her shoulderblades.
"Mmmmmm... I LIKE fingernails..."
His other hand joined in and he was alternately rubbing and
scratching most of her back.
Unseen by either of them, Jay was peeking through the restroom
door and using the camera.
"Gotcha...!" He whispered to himself gleefully.
who were seated together at one of the picnic benches of a rest
stop. Aileen was smiling back at the camera. Kay was not.
"Here we are on the last rest stop before Graceland." Jay was
saying. "Com'on Kay, smile."
Kay's face remained stony.
"OH, so that's the way it's gonna be, eh? Aileen, do
something. Tickle him!"
After a brief, speculative glance at the human seated on her
right, Aileen reached over and placed her hand on the back of his
neck. Kay's expression was changed slightly but still unreadable as
her hand moved. He picked that moment to pull out his raybans and
put them on hiding whatever expression they may have had from the
camera.
"Okay then," signed Jay in defeat. "I'll getcha later..." He
turned off the camera and turned towards the welcome center of the
rest stop.
Unseen by Jay or the camera, Aileen pulled her tendrils out of
the back of Kay's collar. They had gone deep into his shirt.
Kay turned to her. "That was very wicked of you, young lady."
His expression was still unreadable.
He then got up to follow Jay to the welcome center.
Aileen bit her lip and held her breath. That had been the most
intimate thing that had happened between Kay and she. Had she gone
too far?
To her relief Kay paused in his walk to look back at her over
his shoulder. He removed his raybans. His eyes gleamed with warmth
as he smiled slightly.
Happily, Aileen moved to join him.
Once inside the center, Aileen found herself feeling suddenly
shy and awkward. She sensed that she and Kay had reached a
crossroads in their relationship and the very air seemed charged as
he looked at her silently. She busied herself looking at pamphlets
as Jay headed for the men's restroom. No one else appeared to be
present.
She heard the door to the restroom close behind her and seconds
later felt the very welcomed touch of Kay's hand on the back of her
neck.
"One good scratch deserves another." Said Kay as he began a
gentle rubbing.
"Oh, bless you," she sighed happily. "But my people don't have
fingernails, remember?"
"My fingernails are yours," he said, as the rubbing became a
gentle scratching between her shoulderblades.
"Mmmmmm... I LIKE fingernails..."
His other hand joined in and he was alternately rubbing and
scratching most of her back.
Unseen by either of them, Jay was peeking through the restroom
door and using the camera.
"Gotcha...!" He whispered to himself gleefully.