Message-ID: <47108asstr$1079471404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0403150941.2733ed2d@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 17:42:00 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 15 Mar 2004 09:41:59 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 33/94 by jane Lines: 186 Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 16:10:04 -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: IceAltar, dennyw, hoisingr Author: jane Title: Glimpses 33/94 Summary: A ghost appears to Mai and Tina to mar their holiday. Keywords: none Length: 990 words Copyright: c. 2004 *14 March 1997, Friday* _i suppose youll want to judge her ... youd like a spot on peoples court ... find the facts that really happened on the balcony that march ... youd hire some clever lawyer ... rap your gavel on the desk, assess degree of guilt ... but would you sentence her to manitoba and life with andrew walsh ... go right ahead ... it wouldnt matter ... justice will prevail, not fairness nor compassion ... a jury isnt needed ... shell enter pleas of guilty, accept her lot in life, confine herself to solitary without much help from us... poor anna ... one last day of freedom ... pour another rum and cola and hold the ice cubes, please ... cancun ..._ *§* "Don't! You can't," Christina cautioned. She waved the plastic toy suggestively at Mai. They'd bought it in a market, while waiting out the rain on Thursday morning. Circumcised, its batteries removed, the pink baton swayed cobra-like between them. "It is done. You may call it anything you want. I name it 'Peter.'" "Not! You're cruel. You're spoiling our last days." "'Boner'? 'Dickey'? 'Peter' seems less crude. It is cute," said Mai. "You must face this soon." "Two days more," she pleaded. "Just us. Pretend we won't go back." "It was never only us. He was here. Inside your eyes." "Don't bring us down. Try 'Rod'. Not 'Peter'." Tina caught herself in time. She'd almost let it slip, almost taunted 'Douglas' in revenge. "'Peter'. He is real." A stranger saved the argument. She stood suddenly before them and tapped her empty wrist by way of introduction, "Excuse me. Jew know the time?" Tina hid the dildo in the carryall and then retrieved her watch. She held it, arm extended, for the woman to inspect. The woman barely glanced in its direction and found, instead, a corner of the throw on which to sit cross-legged, uninvited, graceless, awkward. Her speech was slurred but soft. "Last day for me. Back to Canada. Back to work." Mai frowned and folded arms across her naked chest in silence. Tina did the talking. "We're from Illinois. It's been amazing here." "I can't go back." "I know! Two more days for us. I'm Tina. This is Mai." "April showers bring May flowers. Just a saying. I'm Anna. Hubby zat the pool." "I'd love to stay here, too." "I lost my watch. Might miss the plane." Anna laughed alone at her small joke. "I wish the bar was closer." Mai intervened. She joined the conversation with a curt, "Your husband must be worried." Anna looked across the beach, looked lost, spoke toward the sky as if it hung on every word, "Not them. Not him. I need a time for me." She paused as Mai and Tina shared embarrassed looks in silence. "I stopped." She turned to them. "Because you look so happy. Had to tell you that you're lucky. I apologize." "Are you okay?" "Had to tell you. It's like a dream, this beach. I'm not that brave. I'll go. I dared myself to tell you." She made no sign of moving. Tina creased her brow. "It's okay. Be cool." "I'm so foolish. First, time I ever saw an ocean. Thing's so different here." Anna hesitated, cheeks turning pink. Mai and Tina shared a wordless worry. "My fantasy? Topless. Makes me shiver. Must feel free. I don't believe I said it. Topless. I'd never even thought of it, not before we came." Tina smiled. _That was me a week ago._ "That took guts. To say it. I probably wouldn't have." "Rum gives you courage," Anna weakly laughed. "I envy you. But I just couldn't. He'd never understand. If they came by ... I'd shock them both." "Everyone's scared the first time. I was." "It is much harder when you are alone," Mai added. "You're sweet. I'll go. I've rambled on enough." "You could." Mai stopped her. "With us, you know. Now. If that is what you want. We would watch for them." Then added, "I have had some expertise as lookout." Anna searched brown eyes to blue and back again. She took her time. Tina saw the conflict, the choice between the rum and the reality. "I could." Her fingers searched the skin along her shoulders. She shrugged. The cords that held her top fell down along her arms. "I should've worn a different suit." She looked at Tina, looked directly at her eyes and rolled the cups down from her breasts and slid the one-piece to her waist. Her nipples quickly grew erect as warm sea breeze and strangers' scrutiny assailed her. Small, uneven breasts, pale against the red-brown burn across her arms and shoulders. Her smile was warm, but distant. Her voice was softened by sun and gulls and children playing further down the beach. She didn't stay for long. She left them, thanked them stiffly like she'd finished only half her tea and hadn't touched her biscuit. Her path across the sand was broken into zigs and zags and falters. Mai finally spoke, "Where were we?" "I liked her." Tina wondered for a moment what it would be like to stand in sunlight on the beach completely naked. "We are lucky. Luckier than most." *§* "I must leave Chicago, Tina." _No. Not now. Not here._ Christina, laying out a sundress for the dining room, paused before she answered. "We should take a walk along the beach this evening." The mournful whining of guitars seeped through the open window. "Then do the cabaret." "I could find work in many other places." Tina fought down panic. "We need to shop tomorrow. Tee's and little things. Vanilla. The bus is early Sunday." "We need to settle this. I want you to come with me." Tina crossed the room and stepped onto their balcony. "Just listen to that music and the surf." "Tina?" "Don't wreck it, Mai. We've only got one day. Don't make me choose right now." This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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