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