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Designed Intent
Chapter 15
Saturday Midmorning
"Bobby, let's do something tonight. Let's go out. The Theatre Arts Department is doing "The Crucible." Do you want to go?"
Bobby handed her a mug of tea, kissed her forehead and said, "Whatever you want, I want. What time?"
Gleason checked the paper, "Curtain is at eight. We could get dinner beforehand. Or after." She looked at him, as would a child. He saw her excitement and smiled. This would make her happy; he would do anything to make her happy.
"All right, we'll go. Speaking of dinner, Honey I am starving. You have no food here. Gleason, what do you eat? Good grief, woman."
Gleason smiled and did not want to say that she had used the last of the bread, lettuce, cheese and tomatoes on the sandwiches she had made last night for Malcolm and herself. "I know. I'm low on everything; I was going to get groceries today anyway." She took a sip of her tea and closed her eyes; Bobby made it just right.
"Here, let's have graham crackers with our tea." She went to a cupboard over the counter and removed a box.
Bobby sipped his tea and watched her. This is the way it should be, he thought, just the two of us, together forever.
Gleason returned to the small table and sat across from him. He watched Gleason open the box and unwrap a package of crackers. She took one, broke it in half and dunked it into her tea for a mere second, then swooped it to her mouth. "Here have one," she said around the mush in her mouth, "It's good."
Bobby took one, broke it as she had and dunked it into his tea and pulled out half of the cracker. Gleason laughed, "Oh, you left it in too long. It's slush on the bottom of your cup now."
He looked at her and said, "Let's go get some real food." He stood, took her cup and his to the sink, dumped and rinsed them both and said, "Let's get breakfast."
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"Those people over there are looking at us, and talking," Bobby said into the top of her head. They were standing at the grocery checkout with a full cart. He stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders; he had stopped bumping into her bottom when he realized they were being watched.
"Where? Who?" Gleason said as she turned and looked up at him. She scanned the area and saw two young women who must have been students. They smiled and waved when she made eye contact. Gleason smiled and waved back. "They must be students of mine. Oh, here they come." Bobby dropped his hands from her shoulders to his jacket pockets and took a step away, looking at the covers of the magazines in the rack beside them.
"Hi, Dr. Wintermantle, we're in your Tuesday and Thursday night class. You probably don't know us, that class is really big." The girl kept stealing looks at Bobby. Her friend stared at him unabashedly.
"Well, it's good to see you both." Gleason glanced over at Bobby; there was no way she was going to introduce these students to him. "I'll see you Tuesday evening, then." Gleason smiled and turned from the students. The students lingered a minute, then walked away, chattering to each other. Gleason reached her hand for Bobby who took it and stepped beside her. "I think they were curious about you," she said with a smile.
"Yeah, well, oh, here, we're up." Gleason stepped in front of the cart and pulled it forward. Together, they unloaded the cart and Bobby paid. They pushed the cart to her car and set the bags in the trunk.
They were on the way back to her apartment, when Bobby said, glancing again in the rearview mirror, "I think we're being followed."
"What?" Gleason turned around and looked out the rear window, "Who is following us?"
"That blue bug has been behind us since we left the grocery store. It looks like those students of yours." Bobby kept glancing in the rear view mirror. He made an unsignaled right turn and they stayed with him.
"I don't want them to know where you live. I'll get rid of them. Hang on."
"Bobby, what are you going to do?"
He sped up, passed the truck ahead of them, squeaked under a yellow light and turned right down a side street. He glanced again in the mirror and said, "There, all gone."
"You are quite the driver, sir." Gleason said.
"Good police training," he replied with a smile. "I have no idea where we are. How do we get back to your place?"
"I'm not sure. Let's see what the next major cross street is." They continued down the side street and there, on the right, sitting at a stop sign, was the blue VW, waiting for them.
Bobby saw them as he approached the residential intersection. "Damn, they are good." He slowed, put on his blinker, pulled to the curb and stopped. "Wait here," he told Gleason.
"Bobby, what are you going to do?" He ignored her, got out of the car and walked to the VW. Gleason expected the girls to pull away, but they didn't. She saw the driver side window lower and Bobby bend to speak to the driver. She watched as he reached into his inside pocket and the girl looked sheepish. The driver nodded and the window closed. Bobby straightened and walked back toward Gleason's car, smiling. He stopped at the corner and turned, waving the girls through the intersection.
"What did you say to them?" Gleason asked as he got into the vehicle.
"I told them that they had been following too closely, had made an unsignaled right turn, showed them my badge and told them to be on their way." He smiled at her as he said this. "I don't think we'll see them again."
Gleason looked at him and smiled, "I love it when you play cop."
Bobby reached over and patted her leg. "Too bad I didn't bring my cuffs."
Gleason blushed.
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They finished putting away the groceries and Gleason stood at the kitchen sink. "Do you want anything, Love?"
He crossed to her, took her in his arms and said, "I want you. That's all I will ever want. I want you." He kissed her deeply, with soft passion. He molded her body to his. "I want to make love to you, Gleason, I want to make you come and come, again and again. I want to be in you, a part of you. I want to be with you every moment. I want you to want me, need me. I want you to love only me. I want to be your only one. That's what I want." Bobby said all of this in a deep, dark whisper. He kissed her again.
Gleason had never felt such love. No one had ever loved her like this, so completely, so desperately. She had never loved anyone like this. Nothing, no one else mattered in her life. She had Bobby and he had her. They cocooned in their love for each other.
Bobby took her hand and they went into the bedroom. He undressed her slowly. She undressed him. They got into bed and he lay beside her, up on his left side, she on her back, as was their way. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue licking her tongue. His fingers rested on the side of her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw. Gleason pulled him closer; he leaned gently over her, his right leg slipping between her legs. She felt his penis lengthen and harden against her.
They made slow, loving, love. Each relished in the love of the other. Bobby swore to himself that he would do anything to preserve the love they felt at that moment. He would do anything.