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The Longest Two Weeks 
by Red Redman (redman@seductive.com)

***

A rich woman and a poor woman get together. The money 
matters at first, but love soon takes over and they live 
happily ever after. (FF, rom)

***

I walked into the house and knew immediately that 
something was wrong. Everything was too quiet. It's 
funny. Lani had only been living with me for six months 
now and already it seemed as much her home as mine. It 
seemed like ours. I've had other live-in lovers. Some of 
them lasted much longer than this. But this was the 
first time I had every thought of my home as "ours."

Her car was in the driveway, the little red Beamer I had 
bought her. She had to be here. But everything was 
deathly quiet. Lani always had the music going. There 
was always life with her around. Something was wrong.

Maybe not. Don't be melodramatic, Margaret, I told 
myself. It's a big house. Maybe she's outside.

Still, it didn't feel right.

An indistinguishable noise drew my attention to the 
front sitting room. That was odd. Lani never goes in 
that room unless we're entertaining guests. She says 
it's too stiff. Too formal. There's a part of Lani that 
will always be a country girl. She doesn't care for 
formalities, certainly not the formalities of the rich. 
It's one of her most endearing qualities to me.

The moment I entered the room, my stomach dropped.  Lani 
sat across the room in one of the large, overstuffed 
chairs that had come down from my parents and their 
parents before them. She was wearing her old clothes. 
Blue jeans. A knit shirt. Around her on the floor were 
her suitcases. On the table in front of her were keys, a 
stack of papers and a few of the many personal gifts 
that I had given her over the months.

It looked as though she was packed to leave.

"Hello, Margaret," she said.

Her voice was high and sweet. She had a beautiful, if 
untrained, soprano. Just the sound of it made me 
remember one of our first evenings. Too much wine. Too 
much good food. Lani's sweet, clear voice singing with 
the songs on the radio. It was one of the first nights 
she had touched my heart. The first of many.

"Hello, Lani," I responded. "What's this?"

"This?" she said.

A simple word. A simple word filled with meaning.

She was trying to sound determined ...mature...  
decisive. She would have, too, except that her voice 
cracked in the middle of so short a word, betraying deep 
emotion. Her eyes fought back tears for a moment.  Then 
she tossed her head, sending a cascade of auburn curls 
flying over her shoulder. She held her head up 
determined; her neck as thin and regal as any patrician 
blue blood I had ever been to school with.

"It's time for me to be leaving."

Just like that? No other explanation? I waited, 
expectantly. Lani waited me out.

"This is sudden. Is there a reason?" I asked finally.

"I thought we didn't owe each other explanations," she 
replied sharply. "Isn't that what we decided? No 
commitments. No explanations."

"Yes. That's what we had said. Then."

Then was when we had first met. Lani was new in town, 
waitressing at a coffee bar. Some of the girls and I had 
stopped by late at night. I had been taken with her. So 
taken that I had stayed behind, much to the delight of 
my running-mates. They had left me there after several 
pointed jabs at my expense over my reputation for 
"slumming." To my friends, this meant my taste for 
young, naive girls who were a bit on the unrefined side.

And perhaps I have been guilty of that in the past. My 
sophisticated friends bore me. I grow weary of hearing 
who is sleeping with whom, what vacation spots are just 
fabulous and who got so drunk at the last party that 
they trashed themselves. Money and sophistication do not 
necessarily make people more interesting. After a while, 
it simply makes them more predictable.

But Lani was different. Certainly different from my 
friends. Different even from the other unsophisticated 
girls that I had turned to on occasion.

Oh, she still had some things in common with them. She 
still believed that money would solve her problems.  
That's typical of someone who's never lived with wealth.

But she also combined naivete with common sense in a 
very endearing fashion. She had left Texas because her 
small town didn't accept a pretty young girl with no 
interest in boys, but she didn't feel pressured to don 
any of the urban lesbian roles either. She was unique to 
my experience. A girl comfortable in her skin, but 
looking for something better than what she had, too.

"Is there anything about our arrangement that has 
displeased you?" I asked her.

Arrangement. I hate that word, but I couldn't think of 
anything better to describe what we had. Lani lived with 
me. We shared a house and we shared a bed.  Neither one 
of us had wanted the back and forth of dating. We had 
instantly connected with one another.  We had found each 
other intriguing, exciting. But it wasn't just passion. 
There was passion, to be sure.  But there was also more.

Even so, we had both wanted to keep our options open.  
Well, that's not entirely honest on my part. Growing up 
in the circles that I did has made me very protective of 
status and lifestyle. I may get turned on by poor, 
unsophisticated girls, but I wouldn't necessarily want 
to make one my life partner. In the end, I was as 
protective of class as any other of my circle.

But it wasn't entirely one sided. Lani had just moved to 
the city. She wasn't certain where she wanted to end up, 
either. She was intrigued and attracted to my lifestyle 
and friends, but she was hardly in love. She wanted to 
see how the other half lived, but she didn't rush into 
my arms with her eyes closed.

And she had certainly enjoyed herself. My friends, for 
all their ribbing of me, had been eager to experience 
Lani's charms. Our arrangement was not exclusive.  
Having been installed in my home, Lani had the pick of 
my friends. At least the female friends who appreciated 
the company of other females. And she had taken 
advantage of that aspect of our relationship. We 
entertained frequently, especially at first. Lani as 
often ended in the guest bedroom as in mine. Neither of 
us lacked for companionship on such nights.

But lately things had changed. We had been staying in 
more, enjoying one another's company. We had spent 
evenings reading together, of all things! Lani had even 
convinced me to listen to the Dixie Chicks. Worse yet, I 
had enjoyed them. I had enjoyed it all. I had enjoyed 
her.

Until two nights ago. We had thrown a little intimate 
party. Just a few friends to share our meal and company. 
I had drunk too much wine. Fallen back on bad habits. 
Invited another girl to my bed. Spent the rest of the 
evening regretting it.

She had been beautiful. She had been a delightful, 
intelligent woman. But she hadn't been Lani. I found 
myself missing her smile, her tenderness, and her lips. 
Lani's lips are hypnotizing. They call to me.  They 
speak to me.

"It just isn't the same now, Margaret. I thought I could 
keep my distance. I know you don't want to make a 
commitment and I thought I didn't want one either. I 
love the new clothes and the new cars. But two nights 
ago, when you left the room with Alexis, I found out 
that I loved something else even more."

I paused, letting her words sink in. Perhaps if I could 
just tell her how I feel...

"Does it make any difference if I told you that the 
whole time I couldn't stop thinking of you?"

"It helps. It doesn't change my mind," Lani said 
wistfully.

"Does it make any difference that I've regretted it 
every moment since?"

"Not really. I don't wish you any regrets."

"Does it make any difference that I've fallen in love 
with you?"

She sat immobile. Tears began to stream down her face.  
I wanted to run to her, to kiss those tears, to hold her 
so close to me that she could never think to leave.

"It might. If it's true," she finally choked out.

"It is true! What can I do to prove to you that it's 
true?" I begged her.

Wouldn't my friends be delighted at that! Me begging 
her!

"You could come visit me," she whispered softly.

My heart sank again.

"I have a place on the Northside already. It's small.  
Nothing like this. I'm going to get a job. I have three 
month's rent saved up. A little money for groceries. I 
better find a job pretty quick, eh?"

She chuckled. A lonely, sad chuckle.

I nodded to her. I tried not to lose it. I was close.

"I still have my old stuff in storage," she continued.

"I have a twin bed. I'll save the other side for you. If 
you really mean it."

I smiled and began to wipe back the tears I didn't even 
realize had fallen. There was still hope.

"But not too soon," she whispered. "Give me two weeks to 
get on my feet."

I went to her, gathering her in my arms.

"I'll let you pay half the rent," she laughed a little 
sadly. "If you decide to stay, that is. But you'll have 
to listen to my music."

"I could live with that," I said, trying to memorize 
forever her face at this moment. "Do you think I should 
find a job, too?" I chuckled.

"Let's not push it. Let's just take it one step at a 
time."

"Okay, Lani. In two weeks then."

END

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