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Subject: The casual relationship of a couple through the spring and
winters of their lives.
Subject Matter: (m/f) (M/F)
Rating: (X) Not suitable for minors. May be illegal in some areas.
Author: SandMan
Copyright ( c ) 1998 sandman@bitsmart.com
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Creation Date: 1/25/98
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Friends and Lovers
By Sandman
sandman@bitsmart.com
Section B
********
Fall
********
As her friend walked down the concourse to the waiting plane Kathy
waved goodbye. Envious of the tropical location her friend would soon
be visiting, while she returned to the first cool winds of fall. She
turned and bumped into a man just stepping off another plane, sending
his briefcase and a folders flying. "I'm sorry!" She exclaimed as
she bent down to help him pick up the papers. As she handed the
jumbled papers she had gathered back to him she paused, wondering what
was so familiar about his face.
There were lines in his face now that had never been there before, and
a haggard look to his appearance. Maybe he was not so lean and
muscular as before, maybe there was just the hint of a beer belly.
But if he was no longer the young powerful man, he was very much now
the self assured, respectable man. The mustache threw her off, but
the color of his hair, even streaked with the occasional gray and the
deep dark eyes reminded her of a long lost lover.
"Calvin?" She asked hesitantly.
The man paused and studied her. She wore her hair up in a manner that
spoke more of professionalism than sensuality. There was a touch more
makeup than she had worn before, and a few lines that showed through
despite her best efforts. Her figure was no longer that of a trim,
youthful goddess, but a middle aged woman who had borne children and
the responsibility that came with them. Maybe she no longer had the
figure of a goddess, but standing before him was a figure of grace and
elegance that eludes the young. But her crystal blue eyes recaptured
for a moment the full glory of her youth none-the-less.
"Kathy!" He exclaimed. The papers went flying to the ground again as
they embraced each other.
"My God, has it really been twenty years?" Calvin asked.
"Twenty two." Kathy corrected as they knelt to retrieve the papers
once again.
"You're not flying out are you?" Calvin asked in a tone that seemed
to say "that would be just my kind of luck."
Kathy smiled. "No. Just saw a friend off. Could I interest you in a
cup of coffee?"
"Definitely." , Calvin replied. "I need to make a phone call first
though do you mind?"
"I'm in no rush." Kathy said as they began walking down the terminal.
Cal flipped open his cell phone and punched in a number. "Hey Bobby,
I'm going to be tied up for a while. Go ahead and run the marketing
layouts and I'll proof them tomorrow. No. No problems, just bumped
into a good friend I haven't seen for a long time. Oh and double
check the figures in column five, I think you over estimated the
ratings points." Cal closed the phone and said, "I'm all yours."
She wrapped his arm around his waist and said slyly, "You always
were."
The coffee was passable for airport brew, but hardly held their
interest as they reminisced. "I'm the regional manager now." Cal was
saying. "It keeps me busy and the hours are hell but the pay's good,
though with two teenage sons it's never enough."
"So you married Jenny?" Kathy asked.
Cal nodded. "Eighteen years now. How about you? You and Steve tie
the knot?"
"Twenty years and three kids ago." She answered, taking a sip of
coffee. "Jack, the oldest just started college a year ago. Mary will
be following him next year. Dave just turned fourteen and is already
breaking the girls hearts."
"You still teaching?"
"Science and math at Smith High. Your old school I believe." She
replied.
"It was. I have fond memories." He said with a reminiscent smile.
"I have fonder memories of Junior High."
"Do you live here now?", She asked.
"No. Still in Seattle. I'm here for the next week on business." He
answered.
"Ah. Once again our paths cross briefly.", Kathy sighed.
"Are you happy?" Cal asked.
She tilted her head slightly and considered for a moment before
answering. "Content is a better word I think. That may not be as
glamorous as happy, but I've got three wonderful kids and a husband
who sticks by me. I've got a good job that lets me still be a mother.
All in all, I think that's about as close to happy as anyone can
really hope to get. How about you?"
Cal leaned back in his chair. "Oh there's times when I've put in an
eighty hour week and feel like I haven't spent enough time with Jenny
and the kids. They grow up so fast. It seems like just yesterday I
held Tim, my firstborn, in my arms and now he's got a car, tearing all
over town and giving me ulcers. But I like my job, and the family
makes it all worthwhile."
The pause that followed was long and comfortable as they sipped their
coffee. "Do you ever wonder what life would have been like if
twenty-two years ago we didn't part in the night?" Kathy asked.
Cal smiled tenderly. "Often. I remember how you used to try to get
me to play dolls with you. How you'd be Maid Marian to my Robin Hood.
How you taught me how to make love to a woman. Then you were gone.
And for three days you were back again, as intense and full of life as
ever and you taught me how to love a woman all over again. Maybe we'd
have been good for each other, but maybe it was just great sex. We
really didn't know each other when we last met."
"When life gets dull, I still think of you." Kathy said. "You always
remember your first, especially when they come back and haunt you with
three perfect days."
Cal grinned bashfully running his hand through his hair. "God! I
can't believe some of the things we did. Did we really drive down the
strip with my ass hanging out of the window and you shouting, YeeeHaw
I gots myself a man!? Were we ever that young?"
Kathy started laughing so hard she had to hold her sides. "And when
the policeman pulled us over you told him I said I'd sleep with you if
you mooned the strip!"
"And he let us go!" Cal laughed joining her in hysterical laugher as
people at the other tables cast curious glances their way.
"Oh God! I felt so alive then." Kathy said as she managed to get
control of herself.
"I felt pretty alive myself." Cal admitted. "Wanna recapture our
youth?"
Kathy smiled mischievously, "You gonna hang yer ass outta my bronco
while I drive down the strip?"
"I was thinking more of a posh hotel.", Cal said seriously.
"Oh." Kathy said, frowning. "I don't know. Cal, I really don't. I
want to say yes. I want to be with you all over again. But I'm
married, I have kids, a job."
"And it would be wonderful all over again." Cal said finally. "Only
this time we'd go back to our lives and know that just a flight away,
heaven waits for us."
Kathy smiled warmly, grateful that Cal had put into words what she
most feared. "And it would be wonderful. The years have been kind to
you."
He bowed his head slightly, acknowledging the compliment. "And to you
as well." He sighed. "Shakespeare would have had a field day with
us."
She leaned forward. "Show me the pictures of your kids."
Cal paused a moment then smiled and fetched his wallet. He flipped
it open and pulled out a picture. "That's Jenny in the middle. Tim's
to her left, the tall one. Chris is to her right."
"She's beautiful." Kathy said appreciatively, "So are your kids."
"They're a handful. But I love them to death.", Cal said beaming
with pride as Kathy passed back the picture. "I showed you mine."
Cal said a note of wickedness in his playful tone.
Kathy beamed and fished through her purse to retrieve a photo which
she handed over. "That's me and Steve. Jack's the tall one with
the goatee, it's supposed to be the fashion rage on campus this year.
Mary's the one sticking her tongue out, honestly she can't seem to
take anything seriously. And Dave's the shy one who manages to bring
home a different girl every week."
Cal laughed. "He doesn't sound all that shy to me."
"Well it must just be around us then." Kathy said with a wink.
"And Mary is as beautiful as you. There's more than a passing
resemblance." Cal said passing back the photograph. "What's Jack
majoring in?"
"He hasn't decided yet." Mary shrugged, replacing the picture. "But
he's really bright enough to do anything if he'll just put his mind to
it."
Cal's phone rang and he rolled his eyes apologetically as he answered.
He spoke a few minutes but Kathy already knew the real world was
calling them back again.
"I'm sorry Kathy. I've got to get into the office." Cal said.
"I know." She answered softy.
"If you could give me your number." Cal began.
She smiled. "No. I think not."
Call, disappointed rose from his seat and she rose as well, stepping
into his arms. Offering him a parting kiss which he took, with twenty
years of desire behind it. "Go home to Steve tonight. Make wild
passionate love to him. Make him remember how damn lucky he is." Cal
murmured.
She watched him walk through the wide open space of the terminal until
he was just another suit in an endless sea of travelers. When she
finally sat down and reached for her coffee, she found her hand was
shaking and that she had a single tear rolling down her cheek.
********
Winter
********
"Cal?" Kathy asked as she approached the man on the park bench. The
years had streaked his hair gray and etched deep lines into his face,
but the eyes were the same, he still had that same chin. If she had
not seen him almost twenty three years ago she never would have
recognized him now. But that brief interlude at an airport coffee
shop had etched his maturing features in her memories.
The man stood. "Kathy!" He said warmly taking her hands in his. He
took in the stately dress, and the prim and proper way she styled her
hair. The sands of time had marked her but not to unkindly. Her blue
eyes were still those of the lively girl he had coaxed into the woods.
The smile on her face the same smile he woke to in bed so long ago in
his college years. The elegant stance the same silent dignity he
remembered from the airport. "I'd hoped to run into you sooner or
later. "
"You've moved back?", She asked.
He nodded. "I'm retired now. With Jenny buried and with the kids all
off with lives of their own, I decided to finally come home."
"Oh." Kathy said, sympathetic pain crossing her face. "I'm so
sorry."
He patted her hand. "It's all right. It was five years ago. I've
had time to adjust."
"Steve passed away last year." Kathy said, her voice quivering
slightly. "I'm still trying to adjust. Funny how you miss all the
little things."
"Like seeing their toothbrush on the counter." Cal agreed. "I still
sleep on the right side of the bed. I've got the whole bed open to me
and I still use only half."
"Or the shoes by the door." Kathy said wistfully. "And I still sleep
on the left."
"Come. Sit. Tell me about yourself and your kids.", Cal invited.
"Why thank you." She smiled, taking the seat on the bench as Cal
settled in beside her. "Well Jack's a doctor now, married to a
wonderful woman who I really can't stand. Mary's a homemaker raising
two children, and married to a wonderful man who reminds me very much
of you. I guess my daughter and I share the same taste in men. David
though, died a few years after we last met in a car accident."
Cal laughed bitterly. "Remember when we were immortal? There was a
time when death was never a word in our vocabulary."
"I suppose I could say something philosophical." Kathy said. "But I
really don't want to. Life's not fair, death's not fair, in the end
we all get the short end of the stick."
Cal smiled. "Well said!" He said patting her on the knee. "But tell
me about yourself. What have you been doing all these years?"
"Oh home and work mostly. Work when the kids moved out. I do a lot
of volunteer work to pass the time. It's rewarding for the most part.
I thought about retiring, but really I'm scared of not working."
"I wish I had been scared." Cal said. "I thought retirement would be a
snap. For a month it was like one great big vacation. Then I got
bored. Then I started making up things to do just to keep busy,
trivial stuff. I should have held on to the job, I should have gone
kicking and screaming when they packed up my golden parachute and
pushed me off."
"So now you sit on park benches watching the world pass you by?"
Kathy asked. "That doesn't sound like the Cal I know."
Cal shrugged. "Oh like I say, I keep busy. I've taken up wood
carving when the arthritis isn't to bad. Painting when it is."
"Ah. The artist." Kathy said slyly. "I never suspected. So what
about your children. How are they?"
"Well Chris is a construction worker. He never had much aptitude in
school, but he makes a good living, has a good wife and two beautiful
children. Tim went off to college and followed me in business. He
married had a child but is divorced now. Sometimes I think the kid is
running in neutral, but he's long since outgrown any fatherly advice I
can offer him."
"Well I guess we were the same way. There comes a time when the only
voice you have to listen to is your own, for better or worse." Kathy
said.
"True. But it'd be nice if they just pretended to listen now and
again."
"You know what I'm thinking?" Kathy asked after a short silence.
"Why don't you tell me so I don't make a fool out of myself." Cal
said as he smiled back at her.
"I'm thinking that I'm tired of mourning and feeling alone. I'm
thinking that for the first time in ages we're both unattached. Wanna
show me yer etchings?"
Cal laughed, "Fair Lady, I'd be honored to show you my etchings."
They walked in comfortable silence hand in hand back to his car. They
paused for a long, lingering kiss until they noticed two twenty
something's eyeing them across the street. With a giggle from Kathy
they parted, but before Kathy eased herself in to the car she stuck
out her tongue impishly at the two young voyeurs.
Sandman
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