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Subject: RP: Deirdre - Honeymoon

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Honeymoon
by deirdre, 10/2/94

     There she was again.  I'd just come down from our suite and had
ordered a drink.  Connie wasn't quite ready yet and had told me she'd
meet me in the bar.  And I saw this woman, there at the bar. I'd seen
her before when Connie and I were checking in.  We'd just flown
in--our honeymoon--and I noticed this woman across the lobby watching
us.  She was staring a bit and I wondered if it were someone we knew.
I didn't recognize her at all.  Connie didn't notice her which was
good because it might have spooked her.
     Now the woman was there in the bar, sitting at the other end.  I
glanced her way again.  She was looking at me!  I tried not to look
her way, but it was so strange and I wanted so much to know what this
was about.  When I looked back, she winked at me!  My heart was in my
throat.         *I* was spooked.  Before I took my eyes off her she
gave me a little, calculating smile.
Any other time--well, back when I was single--these things never
happened to me.  Then I'd have been calculating how to play my cards
right.  She certainly was attractive--slender, long brown hair, deep
tan.  But the way she was acting--she *must* have seen me come in with
Connie!  What was she up to?
     "Hi."  She'd walked up while I wasn't looking!
     "Hi," I answered.  I didn't know what to do with *this*.  Connie
would be down any minute.
     "Do you come here often?"  She was feeding *me* lines.  I glanced
at her face again.  She looked so calm.
     "First time."
     She leaned to my ear: "Come up to my room," she whispered.  This
was *too* much.  It had to be a dream!  A *nightmare* at that.  The
bluntest comeon I'd ever heard of and Connie coming down at any time!
     "Too late," I said, as nonchalantly as I could manage.
     "It's *never* too late," she said, with her enigmatic smile.
Suddenly I had a *very* uneasy feeling!  I glanced the other way and
there was Connie standing right at my other shoulder!
     She looked angry.  Very angry, and I was stunned, wondering what
to do next.  She spoke through her teeth in a low voice to me: "Get
rid of her!"  She darted away.  I ran along behind her and caught her
arm.
     "Honey!  She..."
     She turned on me.  Then continuing in her low but hard voice:
"Just get rid of her!  I'm going to the women's room and she'd better
be gone when I'm out!" 
     Then she was gone.
     I looked back at the bar.  There was the woman.  She was looking
at me and she smiled when I looked at her.  She raised her drink in a
little mock toast.  I walked back.
     "Listen," I started.
     "She go to the women's room?  I'll catch her," and she was gone!
Off towards the restrooms.  I couldn't believe the disaster--Connie
was going to *explode*!  What a way to start a honeymoon.  I sat there
wondering what I'd done wrong.  Why was this happening to me?
     I waited on pins and needles.  What would go on in there?  What
could I do?  If Connie came out mad and went back upstairs, I'd have
to follow her, immediately.  What was taking them so long?
     I saw Connie.  She walked over to me.  She didn't look so mad.  I
waited for her, there at the bar.  As she approached, I saw the other
woman come out and lean against the wall.  She *smiled* at me, again!
     "Honey, let's go," I began.  We'd been planning to walk the strip
and find an interesting looking joint.  She pulled me close and
whispered in my ear.
     "Go with her," she whispered.
     "What!?"  I was sure I'd heard her wrong.
     "Go with her," she repeated, softly but out loud rather than
whispering in my ear.
     "Honey!  What are you saying?"
     "Go upstairs with her!  *Please*!"
     "Honey, let's get going."  I made ready to go and took her arm.
     "No, *please* honey, you've *got* to do this for me.  Please?"
She looked desperate!  "Just this once--*please* don't ask questions,
OK?  Please, just go with her?  Please?  Please, for me?"



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