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From: hm1964@hotmail.com
Subject: RP: Deirdre - Honeymoon
<I am only a reposter>
Honeymoon
by deirdre, 10/2/94
There she was again. I'd just come down from our suite and had
ordered a drink. Connie wasn't quite ready yet and had told me she'd
meet me in the bar. And I saw this woman, there at the bar. I'd seen
her before when Connie and I were checking in. We'd just flown
in--our honeymoon--and I noticed this woman across the lobby watching
us. She was staring a bit and I wondered if it were someone we knew.
I didn't recognize her at all. Connie didn't notice her which was
good because it might have spooked her.
Now the woman was there in the bar, sitting at the other end. I
glanced her way again. She was looking at me! I tried not to look
her way, but it was so strange and I wanted so much to know what this
was about. When I looked back, she winked at me! My heart was in my
throat. *I* was spooked. Before I took my eyes off her she
gave me a little, calculating smile.
Any other time--well, back when I was single--these things never
happened to me. Then I'd have been calculating how to play my cards
right. She certainly was attractive--slender, long brown hair, deep
tan. But the way she was acting--she *must* have seen me come in with
Connie! What was she up to?
"Hi." She'd walked up while I wasn't looking!
"Hi," I answered. I didn't know what to do with *this*. Connie
would be down any minute.
"Do you come here often?" She was feeding *me* lines. I glanced
at her face again. She looked so calm.
"First time."
She leaned to my ear: "Come up to my room," she whispered. This
was *too* much. It had to be a dream! A *nightmare* at that. The
bluntest comeon I'd ever heard of and Connie coming down at any time!
"Too late," I said, as nonchalantly as I could manage.
"It's *never* too late," she said, with her enigmatic smile.
Suddenly I had a *very* uneasy feeling! I glanced the other way and
there was Connie standing right at my other shoulder!
She looked angry. Very angry, and I was stunned, wondering what
to do next. She spoke through her teeth in a low voice to me: "Get
rid of her!" She darted away. I ran along behind her and caught her
arm.
"Honey! She..."
She turned on me. Then continuing in her low but hard voice:
"Just get rid of her! I'm going to the women's room and she'd better
be gone when I'm out!"
Then she was gone.
I looked back at the bar. There was the woman. She was looking
at me and she smiled when I looked at her. She raised her drink in a
little mock toast. I walked back.
"Listen," I started.
"She go to the women's room? I'll catch her," and she was gone!
Off towards the restrooms. I couldn't believe the disaster--Connie
was going to *explode*! What a way to start a honeymoon. I sat there
wondering what I'd done wrong. Why was this happening to me?
I waited on pins and needles. What would go on in there? What
could I do? If Connie came out mad and went back upstairs, I'd have
to follow her, immediately. What was taking them so long?
I saw Connie. She walked over to me. She didn't look so mad. I
waited for her, there at the bar. As she approached, I saw the other
woman come out and lean against the wall. She *smiled* at me, again!
"Honey, let's go," I began. We'd been planning to walk the strip
and find an interesting looking joint. She pulled me close and
whispered in my ear.
"Go with her," she whispered.
"What!?" I was sure I'd heard her wrong.
"Go with her," she repeated, softly but out loud rather than
whispering in my ear.
"Honey! What are you saying?"
"Go upstairs with her! *Please*!"
"Honey, let's get going." I made ready to go and took her arm.
"No, *please* honey, you've *got* to do this for me. Please?"
She looked desperate! "Just this once--*please* don't ask questions,
OK? Please, just go with her? Please? Please, for me?"
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