Message-ID: <46981asstr$1078110604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0402291756.34687026@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2004 01:56:09 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 29 Feb 2004 17:56:09 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 21/94 by jane Lines: 236 Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 22:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr Author: jane Title: Glimpses 21/94 Summary: Mai's dilemma about Tina and Douglas is solved. Keywords: none Length: 1472 words Copyright: c. 2004 *10 January 1997, Friday part one* _when tina told the story of that night, she told the ending first, what happened after mai got home from peeking at the lovers ... the part about the library, she mentioned just in passing:_ "Before. At work, she caught two students making out. That's all she talked about, at first. Peter left; he dropped me in the lobby. She sat there on the bed. She remembered every detail how these kids had got it off while she was watching. That's all she'd say. Just sat there calmly, wrapped up in a blanket, telling and retelling me that story." _chicago ..._ *§* Mai felt her heart rate quicken, this time because of fear. As she'd got on the bus, the sex between the rows of books had been forgotten. Alone on public transit, her stomach churned; her throat constricted. Nothing in her power could stop young men in leather jackets picking seats behind her, from slurring threats in broken English. She couldn't stay their choice of exits. She couldn't make them give her extra space while standing, trembling on the automatic step. Nothing she could do prevented shadows near the trees across the street, and when they walked right past her, she felt shattered and alone. Their new apartment building had windows reinforced with steel, a loud magnetic lock, a little sticker that announced "These premises protected ..." _They are useless. The times I enter with no key when strangers hold the door. The elevator is too private. Who would hear my scream? The stairwell, it is worse. They could wait until I reach my door. Back turned, eyes down. I could die while Douglas sleeps._ Mai dreaded working nights. Not quiet. Not book reviews. Not boredom. She dreaded going home. She hated guns and knives. She hated being frightened. Inside the new apartment, once she'd slid the bolt in place and found the light and leaned into the door and breathed, Mai closed her eyes and waited for the shakes to go away. "Fuck! I wish you had a normal schedule." She jumped. In darkness, Douglas sprawled upon their sofa. "It's after two!" Mai crossed the short foyer, removed her heels as calmly as she could, and slid them in the closet. She hid the tremor from her voice. "You frighten me. I know the time. You know I worked a late shift. You are not in bed?" "I fucking hardly see you. We need to talk." Mai matched his language to the glass of amber liquid on the broadloom next to him. She slithered from her coat and draped it on the loveseat. "You are upset with my job?" _How many drinks have you had? This is not normal. Something is wrong._ Late shifts found him blissful, too deep in sleep to feel her slide beside him, warm herself, and lose the terror of the night. "They don't have to be open all freaking night." "You were once a student, Douglas. Libraries must be open." "Fucking don't patronize me. I know libraries." "What is wrong?" "You know what's wrong." "You are upset." _Please, Douglas, not tonight. I have had two roller coaster rides already. I cannot fight you. Please, just let me sleep._ "I am very tired." "I'm the one that's tired ... of this bullshit waiting." _Talk will not help us. It will not alter how things are. You are in pain now. We cannot hide._ She nodded toward his drink. "Please, make me one of those while I get changed?" He staggered slightly on his way to pour the drink. "It makes me crazy waiting here for you." _He yells so I can hear him from our bedroom. Unaware? Or just indifferent how volume reshapes meanings. Will you name her? No turning back. What kind of resolution do you want?_ Mai returned in silk, a thin white robe that made her skin look darker. Her voice was calm. "Have you talked to Peter?" "Peter Rabbit! His slut's cut his balls off." He handed her the insult with the drink. "I have not lied to you." Scotch burned her mouth but did not dull her senses. "Tell me what you think is fair." She hugged her arms beneath her breasts to calm her chill. "Don't talk _fair_ to me." She sat down next to him. _Do not push. Do not back away. Do not to hurt him further._ "What has happened, has happened." He leered. He leaned to set his drink back on the carpet and caught his hand against her calf. The tumbler tipped and spilled its contents. "Fuck!" Then, he turned to her in fury, "What's happened is fucking impossible." "It cannot be undone." Mai fought the urge to pull away, to rush into the kitchen for a towel to clean the rug. Douglas laughed. His features hardened. He let his hand rest on her thigh, defying her to move it. "Fuck your Chink bullshit." "Anger does not erase confusion. I can not change my feelings." He winced. Rage welled across his face like whiskey soaking through the carpet. "It's not _my_ gig. Don't put it on to me." The pressure on her leg was firmer. "I did not blame you." She forced a softness in her voice. "Fuck," he muttered at the wall. He turned to face her, cold. He leaned into her leg. "You are hurting me." She said it lightly. _You are drunk. You do not know what you are doing._ "You hurt me. I have fucking feelings, too." He brought his weight to bear on her, pressed his thumb into the muscle. It shocked her. It was intentional this time. _Never have you done this. Not "on a drunk" or "in a mood" have you ever caused me pain._ She gripped his wrist and tried to move him. "Please." He sneered, "Please? Would fucking 'please' stop you from seeing her? 'Please' put things back the way they used to be?" He crushed his body onto hers, brought his beard against her face. "Douglas!" "Remember how it was before." His words stopped being words. He suddenly released her leg, then grabbed her jaw and held it vice-like in his grip. He forced her face to his. He pushed their mouths together. She struggled then. He held her. As her body pressed against the couch, one arm was pinned beneath her. He caught the other as it swung toward his face and held it. His thumb caught on the collar of the robe and rent it. Mai's eyes grew wide. She struggled. His hand bore down and ripped the cloth from off her shoulder. She clenched her teeth and growled, "Douglas, no!" "You fucking dyke." "I'll scream!" she hissed. He loosed her wrist and clamped his hand across her mouth. She struck him. Awkward punches drummed his back and shoulders, each one twisting more, the pinioned arm. Pain stabbed her. He didn't seem to note the blows or feel her nails across his face. She pleaded with her eyes. She felt his penis on her belly. He wedged his knees between her legs. It shocked her, even then, when it was, uninvited, forced inside. Unprepared. Obtrusive. Her wrath was smothered in his hand. He beat her with his groin. Mai's terror quietly subsided. Her fist unclenched and drooped beside her. She moved her thighs apart to ease the pain. Her eyes stopped pleading. And by the time he spent himself, she'd left the room completely. His hand unclamped her face. Sound didn't shatter in the living room. Mai didn't move. She sensed his member wilt away from her, his sperm curl down her thigh to stain his davenport. She watched him peel his body from the midden on the couch. She heard him curse the scotch that wet his socks. She imagined how he'd pull on slacks and shirt and coat and mismatched shoes before he left. She saw him fumble with the bolt. He left the door ajar. She counted twice each gleaming bit of crystal in the chandelier that lit the entry. There was no rush. She packed three suitcases with clothes and personal effects. She watered plants and picked the books she couldn't bear to leave. Slowly, so as not to make mistakes she breathed both in and out. She called a cab and then her friend. "Please. I know what time it is. I must tell you what I saw tonight at work. I am not crazy. It is important that you meet me now." She named the place, a large hotel downtown. She caught the tears in time to save them. She whispered please and then hung up. _He is not as good at games as he believes. How curious. In the end, it is he that solves our riddle._ She set the lock and shut the door and slipped the key back under it. This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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