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
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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.