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Dan's Tilt Part 2
By Rye Charles
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Rated "R" by the Author.
Dan makes a decision re Lauren.
Dan’s ‘Tilt’ Part 2
It was 10am. I was in my office with my desk picture of Kate and the kids staring at me with those trusting looks. I had the ‘guilts’ big time! My encounter with Lauren on my morning commute had completely put my little world out of kilter. I had lowered myself and made an attempt to come on to another woman! Why? I was lost in my thoughts when my cell rang. It was Lennie.
“Hi ya buddie boy. Have you called that beautiful piece of ass yet?” he asked in his usual brusque manner.
“Like I told you, Lennie, it was nothing, just a casual chat, nothing more.” I answered.
“Don’t bullshit old Lennie my boy. I know you had done your nuts over that chick. You want to follow up old son, those sort of chances don’t come every day. I should know!” Yes, I thought, you’d know all right.
“You have her number, give her a call. If she pisses you off, then you know she was just teasing your weener, but she may just be waiting for you ‘lover boy’!” Lennie certainly had a way with words, I thought.
“Look I have to go pal, see you tonite on the train.” I quickly cut the connection before he could give me any more of his ‘sage’ advice.
I pulled Lauren’s card from my shirt pocket. ‘Lauren Smyth’, PR Consultant for Burgess Enterprises, with her office and cell number displayed. Why had she given me her card? She knew I was married, right? Was I getting all heated up over nothing? Throw the card out and forget it was the right thing to do. Anything else would be playing with fire. And what about Kate? Dear loyal Kate. I felt more guilt pangs and dropped the card into my trashcan. Goodbye temptation, I thought.
It was about 2PM when I fished Lauren’s card out of the trash. Yep, I had succumbed to my carnal desires. I just had to find out if this woman was all she had promised to be. Why? Who knows? Mid life crisis? I guess, in reality, us guys are just made weak so we spread our seed? I still had the guilts but, in the tussle of feelings going on in my head, good old lust was winning! Oh God!
I picked up my phone and felt my gut turn over. I felt like a high school kid again. I put the phone down and then picked it up again. I pressed in Lauren’s number hoping she wouldn’t answer.
“ Hi, this is Lauren” came the voice through the phone. Oh hell! She had picked up on the first ring!
“Lauren, hi this is Dan, from the train.” I spurted. Dan from the train, what sort of line was that? She’d probably hang up fearing she was being stalked.
“Oh, hello Dan,” she replied. “I was hoping you’d call.”
This couldn’t be happening, she hadn’t slammed the phone down or let an alarm off in my ear. She actually sounded pleased to hear from ME.
“Lauren, I don’t usually do this. You know I’m happily married. But I was wondering if you’d like to catch up again? Of course, I completely understand if you can’t. You must have a zillion better things to do.” There, that was it; I gave her a way out. She’d proffer an excuse and I could get on with my life.
“Dan, I know your situation. Trust me, I’m not a family breaker or an easy lay. But I am a great judge of character and I know you’re just a regular guy. I’d like to get to know you, on a ‘friendly’ basis. And, yes, lets catch up. How about a drink after work tomorrow nite?”
I usually caught the 6.10 with regular monotony Monday to Thursday, on Fridays I sometimes had a drink and she had said ‘friendly’ basis. And, what the heck, it wasn’t as if she was going to jump me or anything. “Sure” I replied. “A couple after work tomorrow would be great. How about at Joe’s Bar on 39th at 5.30?” I had never been to Joe’s but had heard others in the office saying it was a good ‘discreet’ bar to catch up.
“Sure, I know it. See you then.” She said and hung up.
I said “Bye’ to a dead phone and sat back in my chair. I felt more alive than I had for years! I was going to meet a lovely, gorgeous creature for a drink. I felt my groin stir in anticipation. I actually hoped no one walked into my office at that moment for I had a prize ‘boner’. God, I felt like a teenage kid. But it felt so damn good. Kate stared at me from my desk. I put the picture in my drawer. So much for ‘guilts.’ Yep, no doubt about it, I was morphing into Lennie. God help me!
On the commute home I ‘debriefed’ Lennie on my efforts. He was duly impressed and envious. “No doubt it Dan my man, you’ve got it covered now. You’re going to screw her. I know it!”
“Lennie, it’s just a drink, not a freaking orgy. I suspect she is just being nice and perhaps just practising a bit of ‘prick teasing’ until some other poor jerk comes along.” I opined.
“Bullshit my boy, you’re going to be banging her before you know it, you just wait and see.” He then started to survey the accompanying crowd for any likely targets for his charm.
I surveyed the passing darkening countryside lost in carnal thoughts.
That nite Kate had prepared my dinner as usual. She is the perfect wife. I tried to act normal, all the time thinking of my rendezvous with Lauren. Kate didn’t comment but I suspect she knew I had something on my mind. Kate works part-time as a pre school teacher and has the patience one would expect of someone in that vocation. She filled me in on her day, and I pretended to listen, as she told me of her kids and her work out at the gym after work. Kate had become a regular ‘gym junkie’ of late, but it was about her only activity outside of work and she had seemed to gain a glow of health and vitality from her exercise routines.
That night I couldn’t get my mind of Lauren and the possibilities, and managed only a few fitful hours of slumber. I bid Kate a quick good bye in the morning, reminding her I had drinks after work so would be home later than normal. She wished me a great day and to enjoy my drinks. She was going to the gym anyway. I felt the guilt pangs bite! But lust was still winning by a mile!
I never caught any sight of Laura on the train, and Lennie had rung me when I was driving to the station on my to say he was calling in sick, but he wished me ‘good hunting’. I spent the journey pondering what may lie ahead and strangely felt quite calm. Somehow, I’d made the decision to see how far this thing may go. May be it was a death wish?
The day went quick, I made a point of being as busy as I could be. I made my regular call to Kate and tactfully reminded her of my drinks. It was near 5 o’clock and I visited the men’s room to ensure I looked as cool as possible. Instead I saw my 42 year old face looking back and again wondered why Lauren had agreed to see me?
I was outside of Jo’s Bar at 5.20 with my brief case in hand. I had thought of leaving in the office but figured Kate may find it strange if I arrived home without it.
I took a deep breath and entered the bar. It was quite full with what I’d imagined to be the regular Friday crowd of city dwellers doing what they do on Fridays – drink and moan about their fellow city dwellers whom they shared a great portion of their lives with. What strange creatures we humans are, I thought.
I checked out the bar and booths and could see no sign of Lauren. For a moment I thought she had forgotten but then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I startled and turned. It was her, she’d followed me in. I looked into that face and those eyes seem to glint.
“Oh there you are.” I spurted.
“Hi Dan.” Or Should I say ‘Daniel’ she smirked and tilted her head ever so slightly.
My God everything this woman did transfixed me. I was smitten.
“No, Dan is fine.” I answered. “Shall we sit or stand?”
“Let’s stand at the bar, I’ve been on my ass all day.” She made her way to a vacant area at the bar. I followed like a lamb and couldn’t help admiring her ass. She was not a thin woman but the pounds she carried were in all the right places. I pictured what her ass would like naked and felt the now familiar stirrings – you know where!
“Dan, my buy. What’ll it be?” she asked.
I was standing there like some sort of schoolboy with my good old brief case in hand. I quickly put it down under the table and said a Bud would be fine.
“Yeah, me too.” She said. “ I enjoy a beer as good as the next man!
This woman just keep getting better and better! I was becoming more smitten by the moment.
She got the beers and brought them to the table.
“Here’s to us Dan. And to a happy relationship.”
Relationship! I thought that was an odd word to use.
“Yeah, to us Lauren.” I murmured as we clinked bottles.
“ Dan, I’m a straight shooter as you’ve probably worked out.” She said as she took a healthy swig of her Bud. “ What I said to you on the phone regarding being friends etc, well let’s just say I said that to get you here. You see Dan, I fancy you, have since I first spied you on the train. Dan, I want to go to bed with you, real bad!”
I nearly spurted my beer all over her. Did I hear her properly? Was this startling, beguiling creature putting the word on me? Plain, ordinary Dan.
“You sure?” I muttered.
“Yep, sure am, and don’t worry I’m not a mad woman or a stalker, I just don’t believe in bullshit for no good reason. If you don’t want to screw then just say so, and we’ll part ways.” She was staring at me with those killer eyes.
I tried to act cool. I put my beer down and stared back.
“Lauren errr I’d love to. When?”
She gave a slight smirk, like she knew what the answer would be.
“Let’s make it next Monday, What say we meet up here at lunch time Monday, and go get a room?”
“OK, let’s just do that.” I had found myself suddenly getting bolder. Hey! life was too short and these opportunities just don’t happen to guys like me!
We finished our beers and she said she had to go for a hair appointment, which suited me fine, because I was becoming fixated with the thought of bedding this woman. On Monday!
She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and left. It felt like her lips had singed my cheek.
I walked to the station in a daze. Had I been so inclined I would have burst into song, just like Gene Kelly ‘Singing in The Rain’. I was besotted.
The trip home was full of carnal thoughts and before I knew it I was in my driveway.
Funnily enough, the house was in darkness but I then remembered Kate was going to the Gym. She was probably still there, which was good, as I could have a drink and calm myself. My mind was just full of Lauren and what promised to come.
What the heck, if no one gets hurt then what’s the harm I thought. Bring it on!
I went into the kitchen and then noticed a letter on the table addressed to me in Kate’s handwriting. I wondered what was up! May be her folks were ill or something or she had left my dinner in the fridge.
I sat down and opened the letter and read:
I’m not going to draw this out for you. I have met someone else from the Gym.
Phillip is an amazing man who wants to devote himself to me and I feel he is my real soul mate.
I’m leaving with him today to start a new life.
I will tell the kids and I sincerely hope you find someone else.
You’re a good man, but my heart tells me I must move on.
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