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Birthday Present, The (MF, affiar)
by Carlile
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It was a hard relationship to describe. They had a lot in
common - both were professionals working full time, both married,
both having two children. But much of the similarities ended
there, one was female, and a delightful one at that, but more on
this later, the other male. Although they worked together they
lived far apart. Since neither one could bear to hurt another
their "romance" was not the textbook-type. Sandy and Jim sort of
recognized that their lives were previously taken, but they still
had a deep attraction and affection for each other. They enjoyed
being together, whenever they could manage it, for the office
wags would have a field day if their "relationship", no matter
how chaste, became public knowledge.
For a long time now Jim had been "romancing" Sandy with
notes of undying affection and love and Sandy had been receiving
the verbal love and affection with welcome arms. Once or twice a
week they would meet for lunch at a public park and discuss life
and love and beauty. When the weather was bad they might even be
alone in a park and enjoy a special closeness. But, alas, an
unwritten code prevented more than an occasional deep and warm
hug and lots of hand-holding! They would have been more at home
in the Victorian era.
But enough history. I think the reader is, by now, well
aware of our "lovers" plight. Certainly they were not of this
quick-to-bed age. There was a certain admirable beauty shared by
Sandy and Jim. Whether outsiders saw it or not was irrelevant,
they saw it and felt it. Which brings us to "The Birthday
Present." Jim had been planning a special birthday for Sandy for
some time. His sole goal was, surprisingly hard for modern-day
readers to believe, was not seduction, but a celebration of JOY.
Ah, JOY! JOY, a feeling generally lost on us, Moderns, and
totally without relevance unless shared. This was to be a true
celebration of JOY and LOVE. Jim's sentimentality was so at the
forefront that he even "engraved" a special invitation, complete
with appropriate scroll-work, to Sandy:
The undersigned cordially (and with obvious relish) invites
Sandy
an extremely delightful and luscious person
to a personal and intimate
demonstration of
TRUE and DEVOTED LOVE
as expressed through a
sensitive and feeling
full-body massage
on the Twenty-First Day of the Ninth Month
of the Year Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Nine
suitably signed with passionate love by Jim.
Sandy, never one to avoid the daring being a women irresistibly
drawn to masculine images, activities and excitement, initially
balked. Interestingly enough her resistance came not so much
from the suggestion, but from the ludicrousness of it, "Come on,
how can this be accomplished in the park at noon? And I am not
interested in getting poison ivy in the woods." But her
resistance changed from one of unbelieving to one of simple
objection when Jim said, "I have arranged for us to share a motel
room for the afternoon. I promise no hanky-panky. This is not a
seduction, it is a genuine attempt to give you a nice birthday
present. I am not joking. I am serious."
Well, the discussion was heated for several days. Sandy had
strong fears and distrust of Jim and his motives. The casual
outsider would only have chuckled at this appearance of a joke,
the eternal male seduction "line." "I just want to show you my
etchings." or "I just want to let you explore my spider web."
What ever it was, convincing persuasion, a genuine daring or
resignation from the effort to change Jim's mind. More than once
Jim had offered to withdraw the "proposition" only to have the
subject come up again.