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A Cold Drive and A Warm Night: Chapter Twelve By Lonnie Hicks
Posted: Friday, August 05, 2011
Last edited: Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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She tapped the space key on the computer key board and the screen went dark. Turning toward the bed room she waited to see if there would be more sounds of his stirring.
But, there was none. She tip-toed over to the partially closed door to peek in to be sure of his status, awake or back to sleep.
He had dropped off back to sleep.
She focused on him for a moment. She liked the idea of him, she liked the idea of him sleeping in there, she liked talking care of him. She liked him period.
She turned back to the key board thinking that all of this felt a little like fate.
But right away she told herself to stop thinking like that.
But she did want to read a few more chapters.
She tapped the key board once again, but stopped her self to get her purse to check her cell-phone. It was getting on into early morning and she wanted to check for messages, especially from her dad.
The cell phone was dead. No risers.
Don had been right. The tower was down again. How long before the electricity went down as well?
“Oh,” she thought she had better get more chapter reading before the electricity did in fact go down.
If, and when it did she would have to get the generator going or awaken him to get it going.
Better to read now.
She tapped and Chapter Thirty-One caught her eye:
“Helping Him to Breathe Cow-Girl Style.”
“Now what in blazes could that be about?” she thought.She pulled the comforter around her feeling the warmth of the fire at her back and began to read intently,
What she read absolutely blew her mind.
Having read hurriedly, she made a note to herself to come back to that chapter later on, moving at that point on the next chapter which was entitled “Letting Him Have Your Aura.”
That chapter also had a major “wow” factor to it as well.
She heard him stir again and closed the computer down thinking to herself, realizing that she had, since her mother died, held her emotions in and, in fact, had become mother to her dad, but more, she had become in a way a substitute wife for him emotionally handling social occasions for him and parties and entertaining.
The thought was sobering and somewhat shocking. She attributed these realizations to some of the statements in those chapters.It also explained why some of the relationships she had been in did not work out.
She had held back she now realized, in those relationships, thinking that her dad needed her to be there for him.
“But my goodness,” she thought “mom died six years ago.”
That was a long time and part of her was telling her self right then and there, with the fireplace at her back, she needed to move on from being stuck.
Those two or three last few chapters, she recognized with a start was her, and had jolted her into realizing that maybe this situation with Don provided a way for her to get unstuck. She resolved to do that do that, or at least try to do that with this man. It is time she thought to herself.
No sex to be sure would happen here between them and the book had made that clear but it also madder her realize that there did not need to be sex for a man and woman to share a powerful intimate moment; and sharing something intimate with a man was something she had not done in a very long time.
He might react negatively to what she was planning and see her as weird, or even ask her to leave. But her sense of him was that he would never do that, especially in a storm and especially after what they had shared. A short time true , but they had gone through a life and death situation together. If he did then it was the effort that matter. She sensed she would be moving her own life into a different direction. This would be bold and something unlike anything she had ever done with a man.
“If not now,” she said to herself rising pulling the comforter around her, “when?”
She liked the idea of cowgirl which was a breathing exercise the book described designed to help a man whose breathing was shallow or who had a huge chest. He had a huge chest and she liked the idea of getting close to it.
Moving toward the bedroom door she peeked in without entering, to see if her courage was still there. It was.
She opened the door and saw him peacefully sleeping, but still with a sweaty brow of a sort.
“Business first” she thought, diverting her stride to the bathroom to get some more aspirin for him. He was looking a little better and she could see that he would be awake soon and probably feeling much better.
She got the aspirin and placed them beside the bed on the bed-stand her eyes riveted on him and her mind on her plan.
She had some safety pins she had retrieved from the bathroom and put two in her mouth as she got up on the bed and straddled Don as he slept.
He didn’t move.
She took one of the pins and used it to fasten one end of her comforter to one of the bed posts of the bed above the head board; and then took the other pin and did the same to the other end of the comforter attaching it to the other bed post.
It formed a little tent over the two of then. It was just like what she remembered she had done in camp with her friends. It made for the sense that it was just the two of them on that bed in their own private world. And that was the way she wanted it.
The comforter off she was now and she checked him once again. Still asleep and he looked so good, sick or not, he made her pulse race.
Then careful, following the books instructions she climbed onto the bed and positioned her self astride him, her legs straddling his torso. She held her breath a long moment waiting to see if he was aware of her atop him.
She looked down on him, so much man, clad only in his boxers.
She wanted to kiss him but restrained her self and positioned her two hands just below his diaphragm and began to push forcing air out of his lungs. She followed his breathing pattern and once established she went with how he was breathing already, deepening each time with her hands his exhale, watching him intently.
She felt hot and getting hotter despite the chill in the room.
Maybe she was a power freak but she liked being in control, on top.
She pressed down gently forcing air out of his lungs ten times as the book had said and she could see he was breathing. The exercise was turning him on; she could see he was dreaming a slightly delirious dream.
At ten deep exhales she paused looking at him to see if she could tell if he was aware of her.
He was. He reached out and put his arms around her rear-end and pulled her to him.