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Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 31/94 by jane
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Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 14:10:06 -0500
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Author: jane
Title: Glimpses 31/94
Summary: Rain spoils her plan, but Anna makes another. 
Keywords: none
Length: 620 words
Copyright: c. 2004


         *13 March 1997, Thursday  part one*

_a first time bi ... that always stirs my juices ... it 
gets me hot ... it has me suck my fingers deep inside my 
mouth to wash them with my tongue before i go on typing ... 

disappointed, yes, that ann_in_paradise could not return my 
favour ... but thats a common problem in the bedrooms of 
the net ... still we had the time to get each others addy 
and make a date for friday afternoon ... she had me hooked 
... i had to know what happened with darlene ...

cancun ..._

                            *§* 

It rained all morning, off and on, steam rising from the 
concrete walks between each tropic squall.  Anna said good-
byes to Andrew and to Penny at their bus right after 
breakfast.  Then she stalked the beaches, choking on the 
humid air and dread of what came next.  _Darlene?_  Rows of 
empty lounge chair soldiers lined the trenches of the 
untracked sand.  _A little rain?  It can't be happening.  
My chance at infidelity._  She stood her ground.  She kept 
the faith.  She fought the fight until, as lunch 
approached, she faced reality.  She dragged her wet, 
defeated self back to their suite.

The room was freezing.  She shucked damp shorts and halter-
top, her bra, and cotton panties by the door.  Then, 
shivering, she crossed the room and opened up the curtains 
for some light, defiant, hopeful even, that some passersby 
might catch a glimpse of flesh.  No window peeper stared.  
No solitary woman by the pool now tapped her foot and 
checked her watch impatiently.  Anna opted for a shower.  
_To stop the shaking.  Another rum.  Just to help me 
through._

Anna soaped her fragile arms and legs and let the water 
wash across her body.  _A big resort?  What were the odds?  
We'd left too much to chance.  Just dumb.  Not finding out 
last names or rooms.  Yesterday, it seemed romantic.  A 
mystery.  Like picking up a stranger in a bar.  How foolish 
could we be?  God.  And if she did appear?  Would that be 
worse?  A sudden knock.   The door.  Then what?  What does 
one do?  What was I thinking of?_  Anna closed the taps, 
then found the plush bathmat.  She wrapped herself in 
terry.  _Yesterday, it all seemed harmless.  A lark.  Like 
trying on a mink.  Not a single thought of Penny.  Not one 
consequence of getting caught._  She sipped the rum to 
salve her pride, then dried and powdered every crevice.  
_Foolish._  She tried to laugh and heard it thin and 
hollow, awkward in the silent room.

She checked the pool again, surveying from her balcony.  
Blue sky.  _"Enough to make a pair of pants," Mother would 
have said.  Rain's over.  Crowds drifting back.  Darlene?  
Not there._  She let the robe fall open, hoping foolishly a 
head would turn to notice.  She forced herself to dress.  
She picked a yellow cotton print, calf length, pearl 
buttons down the front.  She practised patience.  _Have 
some lunch, then try again.  By then, she'll likely be 
somewhere along the beach or be beside the pool.  As 
nervous as a cat, like me, I bet.  I bet.  I'll just go out 
and tan.  Don't get your hopes up, Anna.  Wait and see.  A 
watched pot never boils.  All things to she who waits.  
Just patience.  After lunch, for sure.  A little sun, 
first, on the balcony?  A chapter in my book?  A chat.  I 
have a plan.  Don't bother with my underwear?  Live a 
little dangerously.  Check the mirror.  Yes, it's thin.  
Not sheer, but thin.  Would sunlight show my pubic hair?  A 
hint?  Or more?  Enough to cause a stir?  A stare?  Enough 
to salvage something of my day._


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