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From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann)
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Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Dream
Date: 29 May 1996 22:16:46 GMT
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Dream
by deirdre

*Exactly what my husband would like to see.*  I watched the woman
jog by.  I was looking out my front window and she caught my eye.
I'd seen her jogging by before, usually the same time every day.  She
was medium height, slender, blond, with big breasts, and she wore
short athletic shorts and a tee-shirt just tight enough to show off
her figure.  And she was definitely athletic, jogging by every day,
and around the next block several times before returning.

I could just imagine it if my husband were home in the afternoon
when she jogged by.  There was no way he could resist a peek at that.
What would he be thinking?  About her breasts--about what she
looked like nude.  About making love to her?  Well, he left no doubt
that it was me he loved, but he *is* a man.  So not *making love*,
but *doing it*.  Would he think about *doing it* with her?  I watched
her jogging back.  How would they do it?  Why was I thinking about
this?  Would she give him a coy smile?  Would she giggle at him?
Would she be brazen and strip for him?

I imagined her right there in the living room, smiling at him.  How
would she do it?  Whatever way he wanted?  What would he
fantasize?  Her getting on her hands and knees, nude, looking coyly
back at him--and him kneeling behind her.  Why was I thinking about
this?  She was obviously the kind of woman that a man liked to look
at, to fantasize about.  And my husband was definitely a man.

I feel guilty that I don't exercise regularly like that woman.  One day
I put on my running shorts and headed out to jog.  I hadn't seen her.  I
really didn't want to do it out there in front of her, looking like a
rank beginner.  If I was lucky, I'd be done before she came.

I hadn't run more than two hundred feet and she passed me.  I
watched her zipping away from me--she was obviously athletic.  I
felt foolish: someone like her would want nothing to do with
someone like me.  Then she turned around and looked at me.  And she
stopped, jogging in place for a second, and then running back to me.

"Hi," she said.  She had fallen in beside me.

"Hello."

"Mind if I run with you?  It's so boring to run alone."

"Sure."  She could talk so easily while she was jogging.  I was trying
to catch my breath and she just talked away, first about the
weather, then about the neighborhood.  She was very friendly and she
made me feel like she was lucky to be running with *me*.  I finally
gave out and had to walk a while.  That didn't faze her a bit, she just
walked beside me until I'd caught my breath, still talking away.
When I had to quit after circling the block twice, she also didn't bat
an eye, but ran right along with me back to my house.

"Thanks for letting me run with you," she said, friendly to the end.
"Maybe we could do it again some day?"  And as an afterthought, "If
you're running again?"

I couldn't believe it.  I was admiring her for being so trim and
athletic, and she is asking me if she can run with me!  It was just so
unexpected.

That night as I lay in bed, I was just drifting off when I woke with a
start.  There had been the image of her, turning around and running
back to me, looking so happy.  I lay there awake for a minute staring
at the ceiling.  I shut my eyes and there was that image again.  Why
was I so excited?