Message-ID: <6709eli$9712231405@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year97/6709.txt>
From: Ellen Hayes <ehayes@nym.alias.net>
Subject: NEW <*> Dance With Me - ellen's CCSC2 entry!
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <19971223152722.21705.qmail@nym.alias.net>


That'd be The Second Annual Celestial Christmas Story Contest, Bob.


-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE-----

Dance With Me  -  Copyright 1997 by Ellen Hayes.

No part of this work may be distributed as an original work by another
person or group.  Permission is given to redistribute this by electronic
means, as long as the entirety of the work (from the BEGIN PGP SIGNED
MESSAGE header to the END PGP SIGNATURE footer) is distributed, and
credit is given to the original author, me.  Archiving is permitted
provided no fee is charged for access.
Any resemblance between the writings in this work, and any actual
persons or places, living or dead, are purely coincidental, except when
used for satirical purposes.

All rights reserved.

Furthermore,
This work contains adult situations, adult language, adult concepts, and
possibly sex.  If you are legally not allowed to read materials
containing such things, then you will be breaking the law by reading
this.  I am not responsible.
Continuing to read this document, or storing it or reproducing it
in any format means that you explicitly affirm that you are legally
allowed to possess and read such materials in your city, county/parish,
state, and country.


Dance with Me

by Ellen Hayes

<quote><I>

                    Doctor, Doctor
                    Can't you see I'm burnin', burnin'
                    Oh, Doctor, Doctor
                    Is this love I'm feelin'?

</I></quote>


     David looked around the school parking lot, and wondered for the
hundredth time where Linda could be.  Damnit, he thought to himself, I
thought we were dating!  But she'd gone off somewhere when he wasn't
looking, and now he couldn't decide whether to go into the Christmas
dance and look for her, or stay outside and hope she would come back to
find him.  He hoped it would be soon, whichever it was.  He was cold as
hell.  Among other things.

     Carrie slid out of Maggie's car, and took a look around.  When she
saw the lone figure standing on the sidewalk, she drew in a breath in
surprise.
     "Maggie, give me the keys."
     "What?  Carrie, you don't-"
     "Give.  Me.  The.  Keys.  Maggie."
     Maggie sighed, and tossed a large jangling mess towards Carrie, who
snagged it out of the air without looking.

     David was looking around, trying to spot Linda or one of her
friends who might tell him where she was, when he noticed the
white-haired girl that was walking towards him was actually walking
_towards_ him.  "Oh, hey," he said distractedly.
     "Hi," she replied.  She had a beautiful voice, rich and full.
"Looking for something?"  Her blue eyes flickered over him.
     "Yeah, my girlfriend."
     "Oh?"  The girl tilted her head a little bit to the side.  "What's
her name?"
     "Linda, Linda Travers.  Have you seen her?"
     "Linda, Linda..." the girl mused.  "What does she look like?"
     "Um, a little shorter than you, brown hair, down to her shoulders,
really pretty-"
     The girl laughed a little.  "Of course she is, she's your
girlfriend!"  David chuckled a bit himself.  "Anyway," she continued, "I
was just teasing you a little.  She had to go home suddenly, with one of
her friends, um..." she paused with a thoughtful look on her face, then
shook her head.  "I forget, anyway, she was taking Linda home, and Linda
asked me to find you and tell you."
     David was astonished, then annoyed.  "Well, hell, why didn't she
tell me she was-"
     The girl interrupted, "Well, she just puked and she was running a
fever already.  She was really ill."
     "Awwwww...."  David stared off into the parking lot as if to prove
her wrong.  No Linda.  "Shit."  She'd promised him something really
special tonight, as an early Christmas present, and the way she'd put
his hands on her breasts had left no doubt in his mind as to what it
would be.  Especially when she had mentioned oh so casually that her
parents were going to be at a very late party, leaving her house all
empty...
     "Yeah, really" she agreed.  He turned his attention back to her.
"Well, I don't have a date either.  Want to do something together, us
dateless people?"  She smiled at him, with one corner of her mouth
turned up, daring him.
     "Ahhh..."  He was well aware that Linda could get jealous in a
heartbeat.
     "Come on," the girl urged.  "Linda told me I should me sure you had
a good time tonight, even if she wasn't here."
     On the other hand, she hadn't even told him she was leaving,
either.  That wasn't real nice.  Pretty irritating, in fact.  And she
was absolutely unbearable when she was sick anyway.
     "Yeah, I guess, okay," David decided.
     "Cool," said the girl, looking relieved.
     David took a closer look at her, now that they were apparently
going to be together for the evening.  She was a little shorter than
him, and she had a thinnish, athletic build that combined with a certain
grace to say that she spent a lot of time working out.  She was alert,
and looked enthusiastic without being brainlessly perky.  Of course, you
couldn't miss the brilliant white hair, nor the sapphire eyes that
flicked over him and everything else.  The black dress she was wearing
looked more feminine, and younger, than what a lot of the girls were
wearing tonight, and somehow the black fabric set off her skin and hair
without making them both look bleached out.
     One thing was for certain; he'd never seen her before.
     "Uh," he finally thought to ask, "what's your name?  I'm David,
David Marsh."  He stuck out his hand.
     "Carrie Dallan-" and the rest didn't stick.  She must've been used
to it, because without pausing she explained, "It's old Irish, nobody
can pronounce it, just call me Carrie, okay?"  There was an accent
flickering in and out as she talked, but David couldn't place it.  She
grabbed his hand and shook it firmly without making it a butch-out
contest.
     David shrugged, and stuck his hands in his coat pocket.  "So, uh,
what do you wanna do?"
     Carrie shrugged.  "I dunno, go out, I guess."  She looked at the
entrance to the high school gym.  "Maybe somewhere where you won't get
asked about every five seconds where Linda is?"
     David snorted, but it sounded like a good idea to him.  "Sure
thing.  Want me to drive?"
     "No, I've got a car tonight, and I feel like driving.  Come on,"
she waved him along.

     "So anyway, how come I haven't seen you around before?" he asked.
     "Oh, I transferred in really recently, so I haven't been around a
lot, I've been studying trying to catch up, or trying to fix my
paperwork," she sighed.
     "Ugh, bummer," David sympathized.
     "So what do you like to do for fun?" she asked him.

     Carrie was a good conversationalist, David realized as she drove.
It really sounded like she was interested in him, without trying to come
on to him clumsily like some girls had.
     She was fascinating too.  Her parents were anthropologists, out in
the bush in Australia, and she had grown up there, which explained the
faint accent he could detect in her voice.  She was in the United States
to go to high school and get acquainted with the culture, which was very
new to her.
     "It's very different," she mentioned.  "I grew up with maybe a few
hundred people within easy travel distance, and now there's millions."
     David agreed, "L.A. is like that."
     "I know, it's so strange."  She was shaking her head.  "Sometimes I
miss being able to, to go outside, you know?  Even when you step out of
the house or whatever, it's like you're still inside."
     "Huh."  David had never thought about it that way before.  "I can
see that, I guess."  He got an idea which, while not brilliant, would do
for the time being.  "Hey, want to go up to Griffith Park?"
     She turned to him, and smiled.  "I'd love to."

     Zooming down Canyon Drive, David could feel a part of him relaxing
he hadn't even known was tense.  "This was a great idea," he said to
her.
     "Yeah," she sighed happily.  "It's not as good as getting really
far out, but it helps when I just can't stand to be inside the walls any
more." She unexpectedly slowed, then turned down a road David hadn't
even known was there.  "Wait until you see this," she explained.  "This
is my favorite place in all Los Angeles."
     It was even darker, if that was possible.  You could almost imagine
that there wasn't anyone around, except for the light streaming in over
the horizon.  There weren't any cars on this part of the road either.
     Finally, she pulled over to a small gravel turnaround and parked
the car.  "Come on, you have to see," she said.
     They both got out, and the quiet was almost shocking.  David felt
his shoulders untense even further, and rolled them around to help
release the tension.  "God..." he said slowly.
     "Really," she agreed.  "Come walk over here, and I'll show you."
He followed her down a path that she apparently knew by heart.  He would
have been completely lost, except without thinking, apparently, she took
his hand and was leading him along.  David smiled to himself, thinking
that this was the weirdest experience he'd had in a long time.
Although, thinking about it, he couldn't deny that he was also feeling
better than he had in a long time.  More alive, somehow.
     Finally she stopped, at a place that didn't look any different to
David's dazzled eyes, and let go of his hand.
     "Um," he said after a long minute.
     "Just wait, and let your eyes adjust," Carrie told him.  "In
fact..." and she did something he could just barely hear.  For one
startled moment, it sounded like she'd slipped her dress off, but when
she took his hand and pulled him down, there was a towel or blanket or
something where she was guiding him.  "Have a seat," she suggested
unnecessarily.
     He sat, and waited, and listened to the quiet that wasn't silent,
and the little sounds that came from God knew where in the darkness.
     As his eyes slowly adjusted, he started to see trees, and bushes,
and one large rock off to one side that stuck out of the ground like a
statue.  It was leaning a little to one side, but somehow it looked even
better that way than it would have otherwise.
     As he kept looking, he began to make out the branches that framed
the rock like it was a portrait of some kind.  "Wowwww..." he mumbled
without realizing it.
     "Yeah," Carrie said quietly, almost reverently.
     They sat in silence for quite a while.
     Finally, David asked, "How did you find this place?"
     "Out hiking one day, I just found it, like it was destiny or
something."  She chuckled.  "I could barely manage to leave.  There's a
certain... something, almost magical about this place.  Don't you
think?"
     "Yeah."  Especially in the darkness; it somehow made it seem more
mysterious, larger, something... more magical, like Carrie had said.  "I
see what you mean."
     She turned her head towards his, and he sensed more than saw her
smile.

     They were laying back on the blanket now, with part of it wrapped
around them to keep warm.  Despite the opinions of people who didn't
live there, it did get cold in LA in December.
     "College?" she asked.  "What were you planning to study?"
     "Art, I think, though I might have to major in something else."  He
looked up at the few stars visible over the rock.  "Something to do
while I get going on the art."
     "What sort of art?  And why do you need to go to college to learn
it?"
     He sighed.  This was the major dilemma in his life.  "Because... I
don't know enough about HOW, to make things come out the way I want.  I
need the training, and my parents wouldn't pay for just an art school.
They think I need something to fall back on, at least.  Something to pay
the bills."
     "It does kind of make sense," she said apologetically.
     "Yeah, I know.... I just wish I knew."
     A moment of silence, then Carrie asked, "Knew what?"
     "If I could make it.  Then I'd take the risk and go to art school,
do it twelve hours a day, get really good at it, and then I could do the
things I can see in my head, the things I see outside."  He stared at
the rock, and the stars above, trying to memorize the scene.
     "It's pretty scary, being enthralled to a muse," she said absently.
     David looked over at her, her white hair showing where her face
must be.  "You're the first person that understood that," he said
slowly.  "Ever."
     She turned her head towards him.  He could almost resolve her eyes
in the darkness.  "Some of us haven't had our souls strangled by the
banality of modern life."
     He had to ask.  "Do you..."
     "Sing, mostly," she answered the unfinished question.  Without
waiting for another question, she began to hum quietly, then slowly
shifted into something slow in a language David couldn't even guess at.
The song itself, though, seemed to speak of power beyond one's control,
the madness lurking right at the edge, the vision that would overwhelm
him sometimes, the frustration at not ever being able to get it quite
right on a canvas or paper, and yet the satisfaction he had when he
finally got close, and the feeling he got when someone actually felt the
same thing he had been feeling when he created the work, when they
looked, when they saw what he had seen.  All in the soft notes lingering
in the cold December air.
     When the last one finally died away, he was quiet for a long time,
stunned.  "My God," he finally breathed.  "That's.... that's it."
     "I like it too.  It... seemed to fit," she said absently.
     Without warning, she rolled over and pressed herself against him,
draping an arm over his abdomen.
     David froze, not quite sure what to do, especially with the song
still echoing in his head and leaving him disoriented.  She moved her
arm before he could decide, up his chest to rest on his sternum, and he
felt her warm fingers feathering over his face.
     "It's so rare to find someone that understands," she explained.
"And you looked so disappointed when I said Linda wasn't there.  Were
you two going to do something tonight?"  The subtle emphasis she placed
on the last words told him that she knew very well what she was asking.
     "Uh, yeah..."  He wondered why he was telling her this.  Maybe it
had something to do with her gentle massage.
     He wasn't too surprised when she pushed herself up on one elbow and
kissed his cheek gently.  "Can I tell you a secret?" she asked him.
     "Sure."  He turned his head a little so he could look at her
better.  Her hair seemed to be attracting the starlight; the white
framed her face and shrouded it in relative darkness at the same time.
     She leaned closer, so close that he could feel her warm breath on
his cheek as she whispered, "I knew about... you two.  Linda... she knew
she couldn't stay with you tonight.  That's why I talked to you, brought
you out here."
     "What?"  David was completely astonished, so much so that he almost
sat up.  "She-"
     Carrie kissed him on the lips quickly, then leaned back over to
whisper some more.  "It's true!  And I've been lonely too, and... you
need me tonight."
     "But-"  He was desperately trying to deny her, deny the attraction
he felt towards her, and especially deny the arousal that was starting
to make him really uncomfortable.
     "You need me tonight," she repeated, and slid herself, somehow, on
top of him.  He blinked repeatedly, trying to say something, or move,
as she just sat on his belly and looked at him.
     She leaned forward, and kissed him gently on the lips, and he gave
up trying to think any more.  It was all too damn confusing, and she was
right there on top of him, for God's sake-
     She kissed him again, and then slid on her hands until they slipped
under his arms, ending up a few inches away from his face.  Her hair
covered them both, like curtains, and shut out the increasingly bright
night.  David's arms just naturally curled around her firm body.
     With that slow inevitability that happens sometimes, when it's just
right, he craned his neck towards her, and their lips met.
     She kissed gently, delicately, as if she had all the time in the
world.  David was more impatient than that, but tried to rein himself
in.  It certainly wasn't a bad kiss...
     He tried sticking his tongue just barely through her open lips, and
she responded by sucking it, inviting him further in.  She tasted
completely fascinating to David, and he spent some time trying to
analyze it, even licking her teeth and the insides of her lips.
     With a low moan, she slid herself a few inches up, then back down
his body.  The friction over his penis made him involuntarily strain
upwards, yearning to do more.  She did it again, faster this time, and
he lifted her up with his reaction.
     When she finally broke the kiss, she sat up on him again, and began
unbuttoning his shirt.  He took the opportunity to cup her breasts in
his hands.  An intake of breath, and her shifting towards him, told him
that she didn't mind that at all.
     She finished unbuttoning it, and pulled it out of his pants and
opened it up to the night air.  He got a sudden chill which was
dispelled when she slid down his body and leaned against him, and began
licking delicately at his nipples.
     He'd never thought of his nipples as being very sensitive - perhaps
it was just the novelty of the situation - but he moaned as her tongue
flicked irregularly at one, then the other.  He slipped his hands back
around her breasts and began trying to imitate her actions with his
fingers.  She began humming with pleasure as she tormented him, but she
never slowed down.
     Finally, David wasn't able to stand it any more, and tweaked one of
her nipples lightly.  She gasped and sat up, pulling her breasts out of
reach, and David pushed out, "Wait, come back here for a minute."
     Carrie took a couple of fast, deep breaths, then slid upwards again
along his torso, until her face was within kissing distance.  So he
kissed her, trying to be as delicate as she had been.  "Mmmmm," she said
as she relaxed, letting her weight rest against him.
     She slid her hands inside his open shirt, teasing the skin on his
flanks.  David responded by kissing her a little more intensely.  Once
again, she began sliding up and down his body, a few inches each way,
but it was enough to drive him crazy.  His breath began rasping through
his nostrils as he tried to devour her, and he pulled her as tight
against him as he could manage.
     When she broke this kiss, she chuckled under her breath, and pushed
herself almost completely off him.  He was going to complain, a lot,
until she unzipped his pants.
     Oh, he thought.  My.
     She put her hands under his bottom, and he lifted himself up enough
that she could slide his pants down several inches.  His underwear
followed, leaving him exposed to the cold night air.  It seemed more
refreshing than cold to him now, though.  She stroked one finger along
it, and he almost came all over her right then.
     "Wait," he gasped, and tried to sit up.  Carrie slid back, along
his legs, and helped pull him upwards.  He frantically shed his coat,
then dropped it behind him and laid on top of it.
     "Let's trade places," Carrie suggested huskily.  He sat up again,
and she got off him entirely.  He sat up and moved over, wondering how
to manage this, but she just sat herself down on top of his coat where
he had been moments before.
     He was going to say something, even he wasn't quite sure what, when
she reached behind herself and undid her zipper.  He watched in amazed
silence as she wriggled and jiggled and finally swam out of her dress
entirely.  She looked even better without clothes, from what he could
tell.  And she wasn't wearing a bra either.
     She laid the dress on the other side of the blanket from David,
then wriggled a little more and slid her panties off as well, leaving
her with just a garter belt and stockings.  When she put the underwear
on top of her dress, she beckoned wordlessly to David as she lay back
down.
     David lost his breath in a rush, just looking at her almost nude
form.  She was stunningly attractive like this, and all of his senses
were overloading on her, including the lingering taste of her mouth,
and the distinctive musky scent that he'd only smelled a few times
before.
     "Come on," she whispered, and ran her hands down along her thighs.
     Even though he was a virgin, it didn't take him any time to take
the hint and run with it.  As he moved towards her, she spread her legs
in invitation, filling the small glade with her scent.
     He clambered over her, and then found himself at a loss about what
to do next.  Carrie wasn't, though, because she reached towards him,
lifting herself up, and pulled him towards her with one hand at the
small of his back, and the other hand guiding his penis where she wanted
it, where it was supposed to go.
     David leaned towards her as she pulled, then laid down on top of
her, and found himself shuddering with anticipation and pleasure as he
slid inside of her.  She moved both her arms under his shirt again, and
stroked his back as she breathed quietly.  David could just hear her
over his own gasping.
     Finally, when she was rubbing up and down his back, he came out of
his trance and began slowly moving himself back and forth, much like she
had done to him earlier.  A series of gasps told him that while he might
not have done this before, he must be doing something right.
     She stretched her legs even wider, under him, and wrapped them
partially around his, and began arching her back in time with his
motions.
     David began thrusting forward with a little more confidence,
tentatively pushing himself further inside her with each stroke.  The
last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt her.  She didn't object
at all, though, even when he couldn't go any further.  Instead, she was
matching him stroke for stroke as he moved, and her breathing was now
almost as loud as his was.
     Carrie began running her hands over his chest, tweaking his
nipples like he had done to her earlier, and that combined with the
excruciating pleasure of actual intercourse was pushing him to the edge
faster than he would have thought possible.  Within what seemed like
only a few seconds, he was struggling against his own instincts to try
and prolong the sex.
     "Merry Christmas from Linda and me," Carrie gasped out, and that
blew his mind and his control completely.  With only one short warning
gasp, he began to orgasm inside of her, pushing as hard as he could into
her, almost slamming their bones together.  Faintly, he noticed the
gasps that almost resembled shrieks coming from both of them, but
nothing mattered at that point.
     Finally, he slowed, and stopped.  He was completely stunned by what
he had just done, by what they had done, by the entire night in fact.
Carrie seemed to sense this, because she wrapped her arms around him,
and rolled them both over until he was on top of her dress and they were
facing each other while lying on their sides.
     He snuggled against her, or she against him, and they lay there for
quite some time as their breathing slowed, and the sweat cooled on their
bodies.  That maddening urge of lust, that had been howling around his
brain since Linda had told him what she planned, finally quieted down
for the first time in what seemed like ages, and he could think almost
like his normal self after a long time.  Then it occurred to him.  He
could barely believe he hadn't thought of this.
     "Carrie?" he asked, a sense of wonder in his voice.
     "Mmmmm?" she purred as she twisted her head a little against his
chest.
     "I'm dead..." he said, then stopped, because he didn't know what
else to say.  What else could you say to that?  Finally, he tacked on,
"aren't I?"
     She pulled back a little, and locked gazes with him.  There was a
hint of- no, more than a hint of sadness on her face.  She looked at him
for a long time before she replied, simply, "Yes."
     There was a long moment of silence as David tried to digest this
revelation.  "How long... I mean, what happened?"
     She sighed, and shifted her body, but didn't let go of him.  "Two
years ago, on the way from dinner to the school Christmas dance.
Someone high on horse ran a light and T-boned your side of the car.
Linda wasn't hurt too bad, but..."  She took a deep breath.  "But you
died a few minutes after impact."
     "Two years?!"  Carrie was silent.  "How could it be two years?" he
asked her.  Because he was a ghost, he told himself.  "Am I.... am I a
ghost, Carrie?"
     "It depends on your definition, I guess," was her enigmatic reply.
"Close enough."
     "How long was I a ghost?"
     "Since the accident," she told him.  "Linda was at the hospital the
year it happened, of course, but the year after, she went to the
Christmas dance with someone; in fact, it was your best friend Dan.
They both wanted to go, to try and exorcise the bad feeling they both
had about your death.  Unfortunately, when they pulled up, there you
were on the sidewalk, waiting for her."  She paused for a moment.  "It
upset her rather a lot.  That was last year."
     "Well, what... I mean...."  David was still confused, though not as
much as he had been before.  He realized that now.  "Well, what are you
doing?  Here, I mean?"  Then he felt stupid, sort of, because it was
rather obvious what she had been doing, at least in one sense.
     Carrie explained, "People stay behind because of reasons, usually
very powerful ones.  One of the reasons you stayed behind was because of
her promise to you.  I couldn't do anything about any of the other
reasons, but I could fix this one.  So when _I_ saw you at the dance, it
was a chance to relieve you of some of your burden so you could pass on,
if you choose."
     "But how can you... I mean, if I'm a ghost...."  He was having
trouble talking about it; the concepts were so new to him they were
almost painful.
     "I'm not entirely ignorant of the Otherworld," she told him.  "Some
people have called me a witch before, so I guess that's close enough."
     "But...."
     She sighed, and rubbed a hand against his chest.  "Don't worry
about it so much now.  You've got to think some, about what to do."
     "What do you mean?"  He looked down, into her deep blue eyes.  They
gazed back, steady and calm.
     Carrie said, "At this point, having become aware of your death, you
are no longer tied to the same pattern you were stuck in before.
There's two things you can do at this point.  One is pass on," she said
somberly.
     "Pass on?"
     Instead of answering, she freed one hand, and pointed upwards.  He
turned his head and looked, and instead of the faint stars he expected,
there was a glare in the sky that came from what looked like a sun, or a
glowing tunnel.  Oh, he thought slowly, no wonder I can see better now.
     "Uh."
     "It's not quite what modern mythology says it is," Carrie mentioned
from beside him, "but it's quite nice."
     "Oh."  Then he looked back at her.  "What was the other choice?"
     She raised both eyebrows at him.  "If you so choose, Linda is
willing to take you in, and, in a sense, share her body with you.  I
asked her before I came to the dance tonight.  You could be with her
until she dies, and you both pass on together.  Though I have to warn
you, it would be quite a bit different than this, what you shared with
me tonight.  You'd be a lot closer, and not quite as... separate."
     He could almost feel it as she talked about it.  He looked at her,
and asked, "What do you think I should do?"
     "That's up to you," she told him.  And was silent.
     He thought about it for a long, long time, tight against Carrie.
He thought about his dreams, about his art, and most of all, about
Linda.  And after what could have possibly been an hour, he Decided.
"How do I get to Linda?" he asked her.
     She smiled at him.  "Just think hard about her, picture her in your
head, and you can find her.  Then do what your heart tells you."
     "What about you?" he asked, already feeling the urge to go, but -
bizarrely - not wanting to be rude to Carrie.
     "I've done my part, and I'll have some wine and think of you two,
and then... who knows?"  She chuckled again.  "The night's young, and
there's plenty of songs to sing before the dawn."
     "I won't forget you, you know," he said to her, and kissed her one
more time.
     "I know," she replied softly.  She kissed him back, then urged him,
"Now go on... she's waiting for either you or me to call her, and I
think she might prefer to get the news quickly."
     "Well..." he procrastinated, but she pushed him gently away.
     "Go on, and...."  He saw a tear slide from one eye across the
bridge of her nose.  "Merry Christmas, David."
     "Merry Christmas, Carrie."  He kissed her one last time, then
thought hard of his lady love, Linda, and was gone.

     Linda woke up from a restless sleep, a look of joyous amazement of
her face.  "David?!" she cried out to the empty room.  She was no longer
alone.

     Carrie was sitting on top of the roof of Maggie's car, drinking a
fairly good bottle of wine, and watching the stars.  

     In your eyes,
     the light, the heat
     your eyes
     I feel complete
     your eyes
     a resolution
     your eyes
     to all the endless searching...

     She sang softly but firmly as the tears streamed down her cheeks in
the cold LA air.  But she was smiling.

- -30-


With great thanks to The Thompson Twins, for "Doctor Doctor"
and Peter Gabriel for all his versions of "In Your Eyes."
All lyrics used without permission; this story does not challenge
any existing or future copyrights on these works.


"Tallyho!"      \   /     @>--,--'--  ehayes@nym.alias.net  + vicki .sig
Ellen Hayes --=(*)=(*)=-- Renaissance Woman    ==[--------  + virus 9.1a
            http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/5734/


-----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE-----
Version: 2.6.2

iQCVAwUBNJ+1qnYDebnvyV1VAQEGcwQAumuYKrzQ2WJJN2iA/cVR7fxVmjA9ZuiG
0fAfEdOmZbnVHZiK8WseAAgud4HNgXiD5y/T6jCdmfC88u5Y2RJsu5GYTIApWrbc
dlOY1nyZyUd5KZyMosBD1YMSfFlKzt8i/Si/sWq7DX61dJ3eOjK2Ww3daw8dYegD
1kENuzAOZCo=
=DZV5
-----END PGP SIGNATURE-----

-- 
+--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |
| Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>