Roger woke up. Dorothy was sound asleep in his arms. He felt the
warmth of her body, the beating of her heart. It was a good feeling. He had
never felt this way before, even in the old days when he was with Angel.
There was just something different about it, and that made it worthwhile.
He figured he'd take a few days off of work. He needed a break from being a negotiator. It was a rough job. Besides, it was his fault Norman was gone, and he had to try and get used to it, sure he could keep the house under control himself.
The problem was, he couldn't stop thinking about the previous night and Dorothy. Ah, Dorothy. She just had an effect on him, like she was seducing even if she didn't want to be. She turned him on. He was so in love with her. He knew he had had a few drinks, he knew everything that happened last night, he couldn't forget. He had slept with her... and the fear he had given to her, remembering his own voice:
"Do you feel vulnerable? Do you feel exposed?"
"Dorothy, how does it feel? How should I feel? Tell me, how does it feel?"
He got out of bed and put his robe on, slightly embarrassed about sleeping with Dorothy. Had he meant to or was it the wine talking? He was sure it was the former. Going to the kitchen, he decided to make a special breakfast. Sure, his cooking skills weren't as good as it used to be, but he'd try.
Bare, no longer scared, Dorothy woke up in Roger's bed. "My God, what a night," she whispered to herself. She had to admit, Roger had opened a whole new door in her life. Not to mention losing her virginity. But it was all right. He had revealed emotions in her she had never felt before. And it was great.
Where was he, though? He had left her, and it made her feel incomplete. She wanted to find him. She grabbed her panties off of the floor, put them on, and then grabbed Roger's shirt and slipped it on. He wouldn't mind.
Dorothy found him in the kitchen, cooking breakfast.
"Good morning, Dorothy."
"Good morning, Roger."
There was no citing of the night before. Dorothy figured that would come up later. Instead, she asked, "Making breakfast?"
"Yeah, want to help?"
"I'd be glad to."
And so, they prepared breakfast together, omelets and home fries. They sat down at the table and ate it, then after a few hours of getting cleaned up and doing things separately, it seemed they wound up in the den again. They were getting acquainted better.
"I thought I knew you, but as it turns out, I didn't know you at all," Dorothy told Roger.
"Same here," Roger said. "Hey would you like something to drink, like last night?"
"Why not?"
Roger pulled out yet another bottle of wine and two wine glasses. "Now, about last night..."
"Last night? What do you want to talk about it?"
"I just thought it was wonderful."
"Yes, it was wonderful."
It was a stony silence. Roger just had to get something off his chest.
"Have you ever not asked me a question that you thought of, even though I tell you that can ask me anything no matter what it is?"
"No."
"Sure," he replied sarcastically. Dorothy looked anxious. "I'm just joking, I believe you."
"You believe me?"
"Yes and no, actually, because you make me wonder if you don't ask me all the questions you think of because you are trying to hide a side of you from me."
Dorothy looked down at the ground.
"Do I wonder correctly? Be completely honest with me."
He figured he'd take a few days off of work. He needed a break from being a negotiator. It was a rough job. Besides, it was his fault Norman was gone, and he had to try and get used to it, sure he could keep the house under control himself.
The problem was, he couldn't stop thinking about the previous night and Dorothy. Ah, Dorothy. She just had an effect on him, like she was seducing even if she didn't want to be. She turned him on. He was so in love with her. He knew he had had a few drinks, he knew everything that happened last night, he couldn't forget. He had slept with her... and the fear he had given to her, remembering his own voice:
"Do you feel vulnerable? Do you feel exposed?"
"Dorothy, how does it feel? How should I feel? Tell me, how does it feel?"
He got out of bed and put his robe on, slightly embarrassed about sleeping with Dorothy. Had he meant to or was it the wine talking? He was sure it was the former. Going to the kitchen, he decided to make a special breakfast. Sure, his cooking skills weren't as good as it used to be, but he'd try.
Bare, no longer scared, Dorothy woke up in Roger's bed. "My God, what a night," she whispered to herself. She had to admit, Roger had opened a whole new door in her life. Not to mention losing her virginity. But it was all right. He had revealed emotions in her she had never felt before. And it was great.
Where was he, though? He had left her, and it made her feel incomplete. She wanted to find him. She grabbed her panties off of the floor, put them on, and then grabbed Roger's shirt and slipped it on. He wouldn't mind.
Dorothy found him in the kitchen, cooking breakfast.
"Good morning, Dorothy."
"Good morning, Roger."
There was no citing of the night before. Dorothy figured that would come up later. Instead, she asked, "Making breakfast?"
"Yeah, want to help?"
"I'd be glad to."
And so, they prepared breakfast together, omelets and home fries. They sat down at the table and ate it, then after a few hours of getting cleaned up and doing things separately, it seemed they wound up in the den again. They were getting acquainted better.
"I thought I knew you, but as it turns out, I didn't know you at all," Dorothy told Roger.
"Same here," Roger said. "Hey would you like something to drink, like last night?"
"Why not?"
Roger pulled out yet another bottle of wine and two wine glasses. "Now, about last night..."
"Last night? What do you want to talk about it?"
"I just thought it was wonderful."
"Yes, it was wonderful."
It was a stony silence. Roger just had to get something off his chest.
"Have you ever not asked me a question that you thought of, even though I tell you that can ask me anything no matter what it is?"
"No."
"Sure," he replied sarcastically. Dorothy looked anxious. "I'm just joking, I believe you."
"You believe me?"
"Yes and no, actually, because you make me wonder if you don't ask me all the questions you think of because you are trying to hide a side of you from me."
Dorothy looked down at the ground.
"Do I wonder correctly? Be completely honest with me."