Message-ID: <17172eli$9811130531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: David Wright Subject: {BlueWords} Coincidence (MF Rom) 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: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981113014345.9874.rocketmail@send203.yahoomail.com> {BlueWords} Coincidence (MF Rom) There are some song lyrics below, and I want to give the writers credit. The first is from a song called "I Give In" by Charles Gorman (was in a local band QID). The second, further down into the story, is from a song called "You Break It" by John Tesh/Michael Hanna/Diana DeWitt. The Beatles song lyrics from "Eight Days a Week" are by either John and/or Paul, I suppose. All lyrics are copyright by the respective authors. I'm not trying to make any money off their lyrics, just seemed appropriate to include them in the story. Hopefully that doesn't piss anyone off. Hey, look! Safe sex! This text contains material of an explicit and adult nature. If you are not of legal age to view such text DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. The following incidents and characters are fictional and in no way reflects any known persons, situations or places. Any similarity to real life is purely coincidental. Permission is granted to save this story to a private computer for personal viewing or to be re-posted within this newsgroup so long as both this disclaimer and copyright of the writer and owner remain intact. The story may be archived or linked to a web page, as long as there is no charge for access to it, it remains unchanged and I am given credit for the work. However, permission to print in book or magazine, or commercial archive this story, as well as selling this story as your own, is explicitly withheld. Coincidence "I wish I'd never met you, baby, 'Cause now I can't forget you" 'I Give In' - QID The traffic was light for a Saturday, and Jeremy was thankful. He was heading out to the gym to work out, like he usually did on Saturdays. Stopped at the light, he was thinking about nothing in particular when a Camero pulled up next to him on the left. It was dark green and the engine hummed along well tuned, which is what caused him to look. "Man, that looks like my old Camero," he said to himself. On closer inspection, he decided maybe it was his old car. The color, the interior, even the leather wheel cover, it all looked like his old car. He didn't recognize the driver, but he'd sold it to a dealer, so anyone could be driving it. What are the chances of that? he wondered. He had traded in the Camero for a little more practical car, a Honda Civic. Better gas mileage, and 4-door, easier to take passengers. A lot like the car that pulled up to him on his right. He did a double take. The car on his right was a maroon Civic, just like his had been. There was a small dent in the driver's door, yes, just like his. It was his old Civic. Now that was just eerie, he thought. Two of his old cars, pulling up right next to him. He half expected his old Nissan to pull up behind him. Glancing in his review mirror, he saw it. A light blue ZX, with a slight dent in the hood pulled up right behind him, and honked its horn, as the light had changed to green. Jeremy sat stunned for a moment, then put his car into gear and moved on down the street. The other cars turned off in other directions and were soon gone. "I must have been mistaken," he told himself. "No way could all three of my old cars have pulled up to the light the same time I was there." The Camero brought back lots of memories. Susan, his girlfriend at the time, and he made out in the Camero many times, up on the hill near the University where they met. They made out in the Civic, too, when they didn't feel like going back to the dorms and fighting roommates for privacy. Jeremy had traded in the Camero for the Civic after getting tired of repair bills, and deciding on something more practical. Susan. There was someone he still missed. She was a wonderful person. He'd gone out with her for almost two years, before really screwing up the relationship. He'd had family trouble. It had made him become angry and he had driven her away. He'd been too embarrassed to try and reconcile with her, and he heard she had taken up with some other guy, so he tried to close that chapter in his life. It had been a year or so, and he'd had a few girlfriends since, but no one really special. He supposed he hadn't gotten over her after all. "Man," he said to himself, "thought I was done with her. Wonder what she's up to?" He shook his head. No sense crying over spilt milk. Jeremy pulled his Accord into the parking lot at the gym. After he'd gotten a job upon getting out of college, he upgraded his Civic to an Accord. The gym was pretty crowded, but Jeremy didn't mind, and he always managed a good workout. He liked to watch the aerobics classes; some of the women in them were very pretty and it was fun to watch them bounce around and get all sweaty. Jeremy respected the women, though. He'd tried to go to one of the classes once and dropped out exhausted less than half way through. As Jeremy was walking through the front door a woman walked past him who he thought he recognized. "Jennifer?" he said to her, in a surprised voice. She stopped and turned to look at him, then a smile lit up her face. "Jeremy! I wasn't expecting to see you here," she said pleasantly. "How have you been?" "Okay, I've been good. Got a job and everything." He thought he sounded awkward. He dated Jennifer for about two months after he'd broken up with Susan. There were no sparks between them, and they had just stopped seeing each other after a while. "How are you doing?" "I'm doing fine. I'm engaged, to Bill Hendricks, not sure if you knew him, he was double E. Plan on tying the knot in six months or so." "That's great, congratulations. I'm really happy for you," Jeremy was beginning to regret having stopped her. Everything he said sounded lame to himself. "How about you, Jer? You ever get back together with Susan?" Jeremy's face went white, but Jennifer didn't seem to notice his surprise and discomfort. "Um, no, I haven't seen her in, well, since before I went out with you." Jeremy shifted his feet. He wished he could be somewhere else right now. "Oh. Sorry, but you talked about her a lot when you were going with me, I just thought maybe you might have gotten back together. From what I remember, you two made a good couple." Jeremy was really surprised now. He was surprised Jennifer would remember something like that, and he was surprised he'd talked about Susan to her. He didn't remember doing that. Of course, he'd been a head case back then. "Yeah, well, uh thanks. I, well it's been nice talking with you Jen, but I need to get into class." It was a lie, he only did the weight machines or free weights, but he felt queasy, and wanted to get away from talking about Susan. "Okay, well, have fun, Jeremy. It's been nice talking to you." She waved, turned around and walked off to her car. Jeremy shook a little inside, then turned to enter the gym. Today was one of the damnedest days he'd had in a while. Seeing all of his old cars, running into Jennifer. These things were reminding him of Susan, and how much he'd tried, unsuccessfully, to forget her. He went through his workout, but his mind was a million miles away. Or more precisely, about three years away. He'd met her at a frat party one of his friends invited him to during the second month of his junior year. Jeremy wasn't in a fraternity, but since some of his friends were, he went to the parties sometimes. Susan was standing in one corner of the room, nursing a beer, not quite getting into the scene. He felt kind of out of place as well; parties weren't all that interesting to him. He screwed up his courage and approached her, asking her to dance. He could see the hesitance in her eyes, her lovely blue eyes. But something changed as she looked at him. Her face lit up a little, and she say yes. They set their drinks down and did not returned to them. The DJ at the party was playing a mix of tunes, old stuff from the 70's and 80's and early ninety's He'd even played a few Beatles tunes, and people had a hard time figuring out how to dance to them. Jeremy wasn't the greatest dancer in the world, but Susan didn't seemed to mind. Finally she told him she was a little tired, maybe they could go outside for some fresh air. They ended up walking all around the campus, talking about anything and everything. It was pretty late when Jeremy finally glanced at his watch. "Oh, man, I really hate to break this up, but I've got a eight o'clock tomorrow, I need to get at least a little sleep." Susan had been surprised at what time it was, too. "That's okay, I need to get up early, too." "Walk you to your dorm?" he asked. She laughed. It was a pleasant laugh that he'd heard many times during their talks. He liked it. "Sure," she said, pointing to the building they stood in front of, "we're here." "Oh, great. I, uh, I'd like to see you again, Susan." Jeremy was a bit shy. He thought he was terrible at meeting women, and hadn't had much luck so far. He was hoping just that he wouldn't say anything dumb. To his surprise, she readily agreed. "I'd like that, too, Jeremy." She pulled a piece of paper down from a nearby pole and wrote her phone number on the back. "Give me a call tomorrow after dinner. We can go see a movie or something." Jeremy was smiling his biggest grin ever, before he realized it and tried to reign it in, not too successfully. "Great! I, I'll call you tomorrow." He was unsure of what else to say or do, and he was about to just say goodbye and walk off. Susan surprised him again by leaning forward and kissing him lightly on the mouth. "I'll be looking forward to it," she said, then she walked up the stairs to the dorm, turning and waving before going inside. Jeremy stood there a while before deciding he should probably go back to his dorm and try to get some sleep. Walking back, he examined the paper with her number on it. It had been a poster for a science fiction movie festival on campus, the picture on the poster from a movie called "Dark Star" of a man surfing in outer space. Jeremy still had the poster, even all these years later. The next night, they ended up going to see "Forest Gump". And they went out for coffee afterwards and talked late into the night again. Even when they didn't agree, they got along well enough to discuss things instead of argue about them. At the end of the date, the goodnight kiss was longer and mutual. That had started their relationship, and it lasted for 2 years before - what. Before I screwed up, he thought. He found himself done with his weight routine without a clear memory of having done it. His muscles ached, so he must have done something. He decided to take his normal run in the nearby park, maybe it would help clear the cobwebs from his mind. The park was close to the gym and his old college. Many of the people that went to the gym preferred to run in the park instead of at the gym, at least when the weather was nice like it was today. Jeremy jogged along the park, not thinking about much, trying to set a good pace. He ran by a young man sitting on a bench with a boom box. The radio on the stereo was playing "Reminiscing" by the Little River Band. He slowed to a stop and leaned against a tree, trying to catch his breath. The whole world is against me today, he thought. That song had been "their" song. It was at least 10 years old by the time he and Susan had started dating, but they played the song at dance clubs sometimes, and they both liked it. They had been going together for several months, and Susan decided they needed a song. Jeremy, being ever practical, said, "Well, how about this one?" They'd been dancing, and "Reminiscing" was playing at the time. Susan had laughed and agreed. Jeremy remembered that night for something else. It was the first time he and Susan had made love. They had made out often, in his Camero or in the park or in a movie theater, but they never went much beyond second base. Jeremy's roommate was leaving school for the break, and it had been Susan who'd suggested they go back to his dorm, since they would now have some privacy. At the dorm room, Jeremy was nervous as hell. He got her a soda and they sat on the couch and talked for half an hour before started to make out. They kissed passionately, running their hands over each other. Jeremy was fondling her breasts through her blouse and brassiere, something he had done before, when she reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, something she had not done before. He was trying to act cool, but was too astonished to help her. She pulled the open blouse out of her skirt and let it hang loosely from her shoulders, exposing her brassiere. He leaned into her and starter to nibble on her neck and shoulders, slowly working his way down to the exposed tops of her breasts. She made little cooing noises while he did this, evidently liking it. He reached up and pulled the brassiere down slightly, exposing her left nipple. Gently, he licked the nipple, which responded by getting hard, the tip poking out. Jeremy sucked on her breast, pulling much of it into his mouth, causing Susan to gasp. He repeated this treatment on her other breast, and she grabbed his head in both hands and ran her fingers through his hair. Jeremy reached around and unclasped her bra, luckily getting it on the first try. Susan sort of shrugged her shoulders and her blouse and bra both fell down her arms. She pulled her hands out of her sleeves and tossed the clothes to the side. Jeremy went back to kissing her breasts, switching from one to the other, getting both nipples hard. Susan moaned some more at this treatment. She reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning it, pulling it down his back and off his arms. Then she stood up and reached for his hand. Wordlessly, she led him into the bedroom to his bed. Before getting into bed, she unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, and kicked off her shoes. She laid back on the bed, wearing only her white panties. Jeremy followed her lead and kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. He pulled his socks off and climbed on the bed on top of her. For a while, they just resumed their necking. Then Susan reached down and tugged at his briefs, so he pulled them off while continuing to suck on one of her breasts. She rubbed his cock, already hard, and made it harder still. Jeremy had to concentrate not to come in her hands. He reached down and guided her panties off of her hips and legs. Her bush was trimmed in a small triangle, above wet, open lips. He was about to kiss her there when she tugged at his shoulders. "Oh, Jeremy, please, fuck me, now," she pleaded. "God, yes," he answered. He reached into the drawer of the bedside table an fumbled around for a condom. Getting one, he opened the package and pulled it out. Susan took it from him and rolled it over erection down to the base of his penis. Jeremy crawled between her legs and placed the tip of his penis at the entrance of her vagina. He teased her a bit, pushing in just a little. She groaned in frustration and desire. The condom helped him to hold back his own orgasm. While Jeremy hadn't had many experiences, he knew enough to try and hold off a while, allowing the woman to build up her pleasure before taking his. His orgasms were usually stronger if he held them back a while, anyway. Slowly he pushed into her, causing her to gasp. She pushed her hips at him, trying to force him in deeper. He controlled himself, teasing her as much as he could. He was doing something right, because her breath was coming in gasps, and she was trying to grasp his penis with the walls of her vagina. He started using strong strokes, almost all the way out then in again deep. "Yes, oh yes," she moaned. He was pretty sure she was getting close, which was good; he didn't know how much longer he could last. She grabbed him and pulled him close to her and cried out. He thrust as fast and hard as he could and came a few moments later. He kept up his thrusts for a minute afterwards, eventually slowing down. Before he became completely limp, he grabbed the base of the condom and held it around his penis as he withdrew. He rolled off of her to one side, pulled the condom off and set it on its wrapper on the bedside table. Then her rolled back to her and hugged her, idly kissing her neck. "Oh, Jeremy, you are so good, so nice," she breathed into his ear. "Well, I haven't really had a lot of practice, but I'm very glad you enjoyed it," he whispered back. "I won't pretend I've never done that before, but you are definitely the best I've known. You cared about me, my pleasure." She kissed him passionately on the mouth, and he responded in kind, their tongues fighting a gentle battle. When they broke off the kiss, she whispered, "I love you, Jeremy." Jeremy buried his head in her shoulders and hugged her tight. He wanted to say he loved her too, but he was afraid, even after have been so close to her. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he held her until they went away and he could trust his voice again. He had finally gotten up and asked her if she wanted anything, and went to get her a another soda. They had made love again that night and she slept there until morning. It turned out she was on the pill, and so they didn't use condoms again after that, but even the fact that he'd used one made her happy. Jeremy broke out of his reverie of the past and decided to start running again. He jogged on further into the park, past kids playing frisbee, people running with dogs, couples sitting on a park bench. It was a beautiful sunny day. He ran past a large column that kids from the campus had always used to put posters up, advertising local bands, student programs, rallies, all sorts of activities. One of the posters made him stop dead. The poster was for a science fiction movie festival at the college. It had the same image of the man in a space suit surfing past a space ship. The same picture that was on the poster Susan had given him her phone number on, three years ago. "Christ, it can't be," he cried out. He must be going insane, he thought. Insane with guilt and regret. The post was fairly plastered with the posters, a normal occurrence to make sure they're noticed. He went up and studied one. It was a science fiction convention again, same time every year, he knew. He and Susan hadn't gone to the one the year he met her, but they did go the next year. In fact, that was the night he asked her to marry him. They had seen the movies "Dark Star" and "2001: A Space Odyssey", and visited the convention floor, wandering around looking at all the weird stuff on display and for sale. Several famous science fiction authors were there, and they had literally bumped into Harlan Ellison. After apologizing, Susan talked to him a while. She was a big fan of his, having collected most of his books. Jeremy was more in to Asimov and Niven, but it was interesting to hear them discuss some of his stories. Eventually, Ellison had to go to a panel discussion, and Susan and Jeremy decided to head out and get something to eat. After a dinner, they went back to his dorm room. His roommate was in town but out for a while, still at the convention, Jeremy supposed. The headed for Jeremy's bedroom and locked the door. Susan had seemed particularly frisky that night. Jeremy guessed that her period was coming up soon. She was always friskier right before it started. He wondered briefly how that worked, with her being on the pill. She was undoing his belt before he had finished locking the door, and quickly had his pants and briefs down around his ankles. She knelt in front of him and started to give him a really excellent blow job. "Jeez, I love it when you're horny," he told her. She responded by starting to hum while she was sucking his penis in her mouth. She would lick and suck the end, then take most of it in her mouth and hum a nondescript tune. Jeremy's legs felt weak, and he could only make little grunting noises. His mind had all but turned off under her assault. Suddenly she stopped sucking and simply held his hard-on in her hand, tightly. "Jer-e-my," she said sweetly in a sing-song voice. "Uh, yeah?" he managed to get out. "Jer-e-meee, if I finish, will you do something for me?" She was trying to look innocent, which wasn't easy while kneeling in front of a hard, wet penis. She has to ask? he thought. Right now he would kill for her if she would only just finish the blow job. "Anything, Susan, yes." "I want you to go down on me, Jer-e-meee," she told him. She loved teasing him like this, and he loved it, too. "Of course anything yes," he blurted out, adding weakly, "please?" She resumed her sucking, taking him deep into her mouth. Jeremy considered himself very lucky indeed, because Susan didn't mind swallowing, in fact she told him she liked it. She quickly brought him to the edge and then over, and his penis pulsed in her mouth. He had a hard time remaining standing. After making sure that he had given her all he had, she jumped up and ran to the bed, wiggling out of her tight jeans. Jeremy quickly followed, shucking his shoes and jeans, just leaving his socks on. She was completely naked by the time he reached the bed. He pulled his shirt off and almost dove between her legs. He knew she didn't want any preliminaries now, she just wanted him to suck and lick her until she came. He immediately shoved his tongue into her wet vagina, eliciting a gasp from her. He ran his tongue up between her labia and gently flicked her clitoris. He sucked on one of his fingers to get it wet and slid it into her, then licked up and down over and just below her clitoris. He pushed a second finger into her, then trailed it down and gently pushed it at her anus. She was very sensitive there and liked having it touched. A few minutes of rubbing her g-spot, fondling her anus and licking her clitoris and she was crying out, grabbing at his hair. He stopped his licking, but kept on moving his finger in and out of her vagina. On impulse, he slowly pushed the finger at her rear past her sphincter and in about an inch. She responded by pushing back against it. He pushed it in a little more and then simultaneously pushed and pulled on both fingers, fucking her ass and vagina at the same time. She moaned even more, and rolled her head from side to side. He climbed up her body until he could suck on her nipples. "Oh, god, Jeremy," she said in a thick, dreamy voice. He removed his fingers, but replace the one in her vagina with his penis, which had become hard again. Slowly, gently he fucked her. She hugged him, and they rocked together for a long time. Jeremy finally picked up his pace and thrust harder. Susan responded to this, and it seemed to Jeremy that she was as ready to have another orgasm as he was. He leaned into her with his penis, trying to stimulate her again. They were both close to coming. "Yes, yes, there, fuck me there," she begged. Jeremy continued what he was doing, holding back on his orgasm as best he could. Finally, he felt her vagina walls contract around his penis as she cried out again. It was all he could take and he came, too. They lay there awhile, just feeling each other breathe. After a few minutes, Jeremy slid off her to lay beside her, and idly ran his hand through her hair. He finally broke the silence. "Do you ever think of marriage, Susan?" he asked. She turned to look him in the face. "Sometimes, why?" she answered. "I do, too. I - think we make a good couple. I was wondering how you felt about it, about us." Susan kissed him gently on the lips. "I love you, Jeremy. Are, are you asking me, to, marry you?" Jeremy stared back into her pretty blue eyes. A smile crept across his face. "Yes, I guess I am." She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her. Her lips at his ear, she said, simply, softly, "Yes." Jeremy was surprised to find he was crying tears of joy, as was Susan. They held each other all night, falling asleep with their arms still around each other. Tears ran down his face as he stood there remembering that night. What he would give to be back during those happy times. They had lasted another ten months or so. They were going to wait until they were both out of school before getting married, and she had said she didn't want an engagement ring. But then things started falling apart, and he made the one mistake he still regretted. Jeremy walked off to find a bench to sit down on, wiping the tears from his face. I have to get a hold of myself, he thought. I already beat myself up about this a year ago. Then it hit him. It was a year ago, almost exactly, that he had broken up with Susan. Or rather, when he had caused her to walk out on him. Just then, someone approached him. "Jeremy? Jeremy Wilson? Is that you?" she said. He looked up. It was Susan's old roommate. Of course it was. Who else could it be on a day like today? What was her name? Mary? Martha? Margaret? Margaret. "Margaret? How are you? What are you doing here?" "I'm in town for a few days to visit my family, and thought I'd wander the old haunts a bit. Never thought I'd run into any old friends." She paused, then asked, "Jeremy, are you okay?" with genuine concern in her voice. Jeremy was unsure what she meant for a second, then realized his eyes were probably red from his crying. "Yeah, sorry, I,I just ran a bit more than I usually do, I needed to sit down a while." He wiped his brow with his sleeve while Margaret sat down next to him. "So how have you been, Margaret?" "Fine, fine. I took a job in California, it's pretty good so far. Nice country out there. I don't live too near any big cities, and where I work is not too far from home so I avoid all the traffic. How about you?" "I work here in town, programmer for one of the big companies. I like it so far, too." Jeremy decided to preempt questions about Susan by asking first himself. "Have you seen anyone else from school? Susan or anyone?" "No, although I was going to look her up. We still write to each other every once in a while. I do know she is still living here. She hasn't gotten married yet. I forget who she works for, somebody downtown." This was news to Jeremy. He had completely lost track of Susan after the break up, mostly because he felt too guilty to see her again. He just assumed she'd moved away. "Jeremy, I need to get going, I'm meeting my folks for lunch. It was nice talking to you. You take care, okay?" She got up as he nodded at her. "Okay, Margaret, you too." She waved goodbye and walked off. Jeremy felt a little like he had been on "This is Your Life", only it was also a boxing match. He felt really beat up. The last time he'd seen Margaret, he was handing her some CDs he'd borrowed from Susan. Susan had a pretty large collection with lots of different artists. He had borrowed some Beatles, John Tesh and K.D. Lang. He was going to return them to Susan directly, but hadn't had the nerve to face her, so he dropped them off at her dorm room when he knew she'd be in class. Margaret had taken them and wasn't very happy to see him. He didn't say much, just gave them to her and left. Jeremy's life at the time had been a roller coaster ride, although it had mostly gone down hill. Actually, Susan was the one good thing in his life then, and he started to shut her out. He had trouble dealing with his family life, and was so upset about it he didn't see how it had affected her, too His father had died just a month before. He had cancer, and it was too far gone for anything to be done about it. Jeremy's grades had suffered as he missed a lot of classes, trying to help out at home. His dad had not responded to any treatments, and eventually it took its toll. Jeremy was sleeping at home a lot then. One night he woke up to the sounds of many people rushing down the hall. His father had had a heart attack and his mother called 911. They managed to revive him on the way to the hospital, but he was too weak to recover and he died 5 days later. Jeremy's mother was a mess, which was probably to be expected, but Jeremy was a mess, also. They had some trouble with the insurance, and his mom started making crazy demands. Jeremy's sister came back into town, and they all fought over stupid details. Ever time Jeremy managed to calm down, some other problem would come up and rattle everyone again. Jeremy wasn't very good at handling grief, but his mother couldn't cope at all. It took her months before she could act normal again. Jeremy hadn't seen Susan for a week after his father's death. When they did get together, it wasn't any fun for either of them. Susan tried to be supportive, but there really wasn't much she could do, and Jeremy wasn't of any mind set to be much company to her. They talked on the phone but didn't get together for three more weeks. Jeremy was actually feeling pretty good, considering, and was looking forward to his date with Susan. Just dinner and a movie, but it was going to be a real date, and he was hoping he could make up his neglect of the past month. That day, though, his mother went through another nervous breakdown. She had yelled and screamed and it was all he and his sister could do to calm her down. Jeremy was frazzled and worn out by the time he went to pick Susan up. She could sense something was wrong, and suggested they just hang around and talk. To Jeremy, it seemed like another plan down the tubes and he was unhappy about it. "Look, Jeremy, I know you're upset, but I'm just trying to help." His eyes were clouded to her concern. "You can't help," he yelled. "Nobody can help, you stupid bitch!" Immediately, he regretted it, more than he regretted anything in his life. He had been upset, but it was no cause to yell at Susan, who was only trying to be a comfort. "Susan, I,I didn't ..." he trailed off, knowing nothing he could say would ever make up for his outburst. Tears welled in her eyes. She shook her head, turned and walked away. It was the last time he had seen her. He wanted to run after her, to drop to his knees and beg her for forgiveness, but he remained frozen, watching her leave. Even after a year, the image pained him. Beautiful, kind, gentle, sexy, funny, wonderful Susan, gone from his life. At the time, he assumed it was some sort of justice, his penance for being alive while his father was dead. He eventually realized it was silly to think that way, but it had been too late. He felt too guilty to try and call her and apologize, and he figured she probably wouldn't want to see him anyway. After a month or two he tried to date again, going out with Jennifer for a couple months. His heart just wasn't in it. He'd dated a few other women a time or two, but something wasn't right, and there was usually no second date. He shook himself physically. One of the songs on an old John Tesh album came back to him, for some reason. "You break it, you pay for it. You break my heart, you're gonna pay for it. Everything you do comes back on you." The song fit. He was paying for breaking Susan's heart, and it was coming back on him. He wondered what Susan was doing now. Maybe he should look her up. Maybe she would forgive him after a year. Maybe she didn't actually hate him. Maybe pigs would fly. He thought he was over her, but he was miserable all over again. A shadow crossed his heart. A shadow fell over him as he sat there. He looked up and unto blue eyes. He blinked, unbelieving, before realizing who it was. "Susan?" he asked, incredulous. His mind told him he must be dreaming, that he was going to wake up soon. It was the only explanation. "Jeremy, I thought it was you, how are-" she started saying. He jumped up and hugged her tightly. "Susan, I'm so sorry," he breathed in her ear, holding onto her as if his life depended on it. "Please, forgive me." Susan seemed startled, then hugged him back, and nodded her head. "I forgive you, Jeremy. Of course, I do," she said gently. "We, we both made mistakes." They hugged for a few more minutes. People started at them as they passed by, but to Jeremy, he and Susan were the only two people in the world. Finally, he laughed a little and let go. He was crying again, but they were tears of joy this time. "It's been a hell of a day," he told her as he wiped his tears away, a smile on his face. "So many coincidences. I saw, well, never mind. Jeez, it's great to see you! What are you doing here? " "I don't know, really, I just felt like taking a walk in the park." She looked at him, as if wondering whether to confess something. "I was thinking about things. You, actually. I, I've missed you Jeremy. I started seeing things that reminded me of you, and, well, I guess you could say I've had my share of coincidences today, too." Jeremy's stood there stunned. A dream, he thought. Please don't let me ever wake up. "Sue, do, do you want to have lunch or something? We could talk about old times, maybe catch up on what we've been doing this past year." Her smile could have turned night into day. Jeremy melted right there. Fate had handed him a second chance, and he promised himself that he would do everything he could not to screw up this time. "Sure, I'd like that," she replied. Jeremy wanted to ask her to marry him again, right then, but he thought maybe he should wait until at least after dinner. He offered her his right arm and she linked her arm in his. They turned to walk off down the path. A young man with a boom box approached them from a fork in the path. Jeremy didn't notice, but this was the same man he'd seen on the bench earlier. The boom box was off and the man was just about to turn it on, when he noticed Susan casually waving her right hand at her side, fingers outstretched. Jeremy didn't notice the gesture. The young man with the boom box veered away from them, then stopped by a tree and watched them walk off. After they were gone from his view, he turned the boom box on. The CD played a Beatles tune, "Eight Days A Week", and he walked off, while the Beatles sang "Oh, I need your love, babe, guess you know it's true. Hope you need my love, babe, just like I need you..." Everything but the song lyrics is Copyright (c) 1998 by David Wright. All rights reserved. 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