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"I love you, too," she said. She rose from the floor and kissed him before heading straight to the back door. She stood on the porch and began her stretching routine. Then, suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind. Before she could scream, a hand covered her nose and mouth with a foul-smelling cloth. Her world faded to darkness.
***
Denise dropped a stack of papers on her manager's desk, and Andrew smiled at her. She returned his smile with a half smirk and turned to leave.
"Hey," he said. "Is everything okay?"
Denise sighed and turned toward him. Her eyes watered and she shuddered in an attempt to shake away her emotions. "Dan and I have been having some issues," she said.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Andrew said. "Is there anything I can do?"
"No, but thanks. We just have to work it out."
"I hope it's not because of what happened between us," he said.
"No, no. Well, it is, but it isn't. It's complicated. We've been through a lot of stress since we moved here. It's just too much to handle all at once, you know?"
He nodded in agreement. "You have seemed stressed out all week. You can use a night out to get your mind off of it. Why don't I take you to dinner tonight?"
"No, I can't," she said.
"Why not? It's only dinner. Maybe a little wine. It'll be good for you."
"I really shouldn't."
"I insist," he said. "Just tell me where you're staying and I'll pick you up."
She paused for a moment. Her husband's response to their counselor echoed in her mind. After all their years together, how could he not be sure whether he wanted to even attempt to get back together? She looked into Andrew's handsome brown eyes and smiled.
"Okay, fine," she said. "Six o'clock. I'm staying at the extended stay on El Camino."
***
Art rapped on the back door, but there was no response. He looked in all directions and knocked again - this time a little louder. At last, Asha appeared. He noticed immediately that she wasn't naked or wearing her collar as expected. She had a serious expression on her face. He was just about to reprimand her, but she interrupted him before he had a chance to speak.
"You need to leave," she said.
"Why? What's going on?" he asked.
"Just go away," she said.
"Is Sunil home?"
"No. Just get out. And don't come back. We're done."
She tried to shut the door, but he held it open. "Wait a minute, wait a minute. What's going on? Why are you saying this? What did I do wrong?"
She pushed resolutely on the door, but it wouldn't budge. At last, she let go. She took a deep breath and lowered her head. Her long hair hung in front of her face, obscuring her expression. Art stared at her, waiting for her to tell him why she was acting this way. Suddenly, her shoulders began shaking. She covered her eyes with her hand and wept.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter?" he asked. "What's wrong?"
She continued sobbing uncontrollably, and he did his best to console her. "I...I don't know how to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
She stopped sobbing and looked him in the eyes. "I'm pregnant," she said.
- COMMENTS
javmor79over 7 years agoDude, I hate to point this out, but you still fell into his game. He said you would be back, even after he told you what he was doing. You still came back.
I hope you do move on. It's not worth it.
Anonymousover 7 years agoAngry, lol, that's rich, I'm not angry, playing with that idiot is what I'm doing. I just wanted to proof to myself that an idiot like him would come back time and again to see if I commented. And as I expected he did, again and again. Now he's pretending otherwise, but I know better. Got nothing against swingerjoe or this story, didn't even bother reading it, but like I've told swingerjoe often enough in the past,, the comments are hilarious and I get a kick out of reading them, expect the ones this idiot makes, always bashing others for having an opinion. I know he can't help himself, that's the way he's wired. I had to laugh Joe that you're embarassed for me. Don't be. I'm not. I'm having a ball pissing off a smart ass that thinks it's cool to bash others. Wet behind his ears still, but there may be hope, some day he'll grow up, but like you suggested I'm moving on. This moron is starting to bore me.
kimi1990over 7 years agoI know I'm embarrassed. Someone is stepping on my lines, stealing my pet name for my favorite cognoscente (sorry Lexipoo, I love you best of all) and forcing me to appear in the comments section of an embarrassment of a story to defend my copyrighted sobriquet for dear Lex. Oh, I'm embarrassed, all right.
