A zany 1940s female private eye with a crazy name. This tale started years ago while online and is populated by people met on various sites, forums, friends, family or those who ask to be written in.
It was a Friday night and we were sittin’ at a corner table sippin’ on some “charred ole” wine. (I can’t spell chardonnay). I was watching her watching me watching her. I could tell she was nervous…..maybe it was the wine…… or the fact that she was with me…… women get that way when I’m around. I could see my face shinin’ in her eyes. (I looked purty good if I say so myself……… I’ll bet she thought the same thing). I leaned in. She smiled. I gave her a wink. She gave me two winks and a bodacious look. I froze. She reached across the table and took my hand. I gulped. She reached up and touched my face with her other hand. My heart raced. She didn’t know whether to spar with me or kiss me….. probably both. I didn’t mind the pressure, I do my best under pressure while everyone else crashes. But this kind of pressure can cause me to make mistakes, (which I’m a pro at). I leaned in closer. She leaned in even closer. Her eyes were inches from mine. “You’re messin’ with me.” I said. “I’m watching you.” She said. “And I like what I see.” And what is it that you see?” I asked. “Why don’t I show you, big guy.” Her voice smooth and gentle. I swallowed hard. “Would you like to dance?” I asked. “You lead.” She responded. I rose from my seat and went around to pull her chair out. As she was getting up she stumbled…. probably one of her heels. She caught herself hands braced against my chest. My hands found her waist, instinctively steadying her. She looked up, her eyes inches from mine. My hand slid up her spine keeping her from falling backwards. That’s when she grasped my shirt and pulled me in deep, so deep like she’d been holding it for too long and then she kissed me. I responded like greased lightning sliding my other hand up her back pulling her in and kissed her back.
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ReplyDeleteIt was a Friday night and we were sittin’ at a corner table sippin’ on some “charred ole” wine. (I can’t spell chardonnay). I was watching her watching me watching her.
ReplyDeleteI could tell she was nervous…..maybe it was the wine…… or the fact that she was with me…… women get that way when I’m around.
I could see my face shinin’ in her eyes. (I looked purty good if I say so myself……… I’ll bet she thought the same thing).
I leaned in. She smiled. I gave her a wink. She gave me two winks and a bodacious look. I froze. She reached across the table and took my hand. I gulped. She reached up and touched my face with her other hand. My heart raced. She didn’t know whether to spar with me or kiss me….. probably both.
I didn’t mind the pressure, I do my best under pressure while everyone else crashes. But this kind of pressure can cause me to make mistakes, (which I’m a pro at).
I leaned in closer. She leaned in even closer. Her eyes were inches from mine.
“You’re messin’ with me.” I said.
“I’m watching you.” She said. “And I like what I see.”
And what is it that you see?” I asked.
“Why don’t I show you, big guy.” Her voice smooth and gentle.
I swallowed hard.
“Would you like to dance?” I asked. “You lead.” She responded. I rose from my seat and went around to pull her chair out. As she was getting up she stumbled…. probably one of her heels. She caught herself hands braced against my chest. My hands found her waist, instinctively steadying her. She looked up, her eyes inches from mine. My hand slid up her spine keeping her from falling backwards. That’s when she grasped my shirt and pulled me in deep, so deep like she’d been holding it for too long and then she kissed me. I responded like greased lightning sliding my other hand up her back pulling her in and kissed her back.
To be continued………
D’Sal