From velvet@znet.com Thu Aug 21 09:11:48 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: RP: author - deirdre : Romance - romance.txt From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com> Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 06:11:48 -0700 -------- -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ -------- Romance (or Mudrasslin' Chicks Strike Paydirt) - by deirdre, 9/17/94 I read the title. I *almost* burst out laughing. "Let meguess!" I said, "Your husband picked out this one!" Jean glanced over at the video I was holding. "Can'tfool you!" she answered. "And did *you* pick out one, too?" I pulled the othervideo out of the bag. I stared at it for a second. I knew thisvideo very well. "Yep, one for each of us!" Jean replied. I couldn'tbelieve she'd rented this video. Without lifting my face, Ipeeked at her under my eyebrows. She was watching me. Did shesee me peek? I was so nervous. It was so unexpected. I had to thinkof something natural to say. "What's it about?" I lied. Well,actually I pretended I hadn't heard of the video. She waswatching me! She must be watching for my reaction. She must be*interested* in me! "Oh, it's about a woman who goes to Reno to get adivorce and ends up having an affair." No, she didn't sayit--not anything about *that*. I felt so embarrassed. Whatshould I say? She was *definitely* watching me. I shouldn't havepretended I didn't know what it was about. I could have made a*knowing comment*. This had been my big chance--a thousand of mydreams come true--and I pretended I didn't know the video! Shewas waiting for me to speak. I had to talk again. "Well, that's just *fantasy* for you. I don't think*you're* aiming to get a divorce and have an affair." It wasfairly natural sounding. But I knew my subconcious was trying togive her the chance to volunteer more. "Who knows? Maybe there are affairs I could have thatwouldn't *bother* Jim." I was *floored*. My heart was beating so fast. Yes, shewas peeking at me, to see how I reacted. I had made myself comeso many times thinking about a moment like this. She *wanted*me. I *knew* she did. And I wanted her *so bad*! She *must* know! She's figured me out! She *knows* Iknow! I giggled. A nervous giggle? A little. Like it was all ajoke. What was wrong with me? If I hadn't recognized the video,I figured I would be finding this all to be a joke. This was mybig chance, but there was that part of me that wanted tohide--to appear normal. And I didn't want her to know I hadlied. "Well, enjoy yourselves!" A non-committal comment. A*nothing* comment. I was off. I could have... admitted that I knew thatvideo. Or else I could have innocently suggested that we watchit together. Or just *looked* at her openly. But I *didn't*.She'll figure I'll see the video some day. She'll figure I'llremember this day and conversation. She knows someday I'll*know*. I'm so embarrassed. How can I face her again? She'll bewondering if I know yet. Back to my dreams. She'll always be inmy dreams.