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Title: Blind Justice by MLS15 and RPcrazy The crisp winter air lay like a stratospheric blanket over the Oxford campus, unequivocally triggering the last leaves on the now-barren trees to fall. The students walked among the buildings catatonic from the emotional stresses which bludgeoned them every Christmas before finals. MLS15 walked along the inner corridor of the library toward her favorite study carol. She glanced into one of the sterile study rooms alongside the corridor and noticed Nitejar, slumped over her book, head in her hands. MLS15 knocked on the door and entered upon seeing Nitejar’s flaccid wave. Next to Nitejar’s “Principles of Home Economics” textbook lay an empty M&M’s wrapper and a diet Coke. MLS15 plopped her “Theory of Relativity” textbook down and sat opposite Nitejar. MLS15: Nitejar, what’s the matter? Nitejar shrugged, her shoulders moving lifelessly. MLS15: Come on, it’s obvious something’s bothering you. It might make you feel better to talk about it. MLS15 hesitated before she continued, uncertain how her persistence would affect Nitejar’s touchy temperament. MLS15: Is it your studies? Do you need help with Basketweaving 101? Nitejar: No, that’s not it. My tutor is helping me out there. MLS15: So what’s the problem? Nitejar hesitated. She was a private person who rarely spoke her thoughts. Besides, speaking the truth only made it hurt worse. On the other hand, MLS15 was all-knowing, so she decided it wouldn’t hurt to tell MLS15 and ask her opinion. Nitejar: It’s a guy. MLS15 smiled. Nitejar had difficulty with men, to be sure, but for her to express her feelings was a rarity. MLS15 recognized that the extent of her suffering must be great for her to articulate it so carefully. MLS15: Let me guess. You’ve fallen for him, but he doesn’t know you exist? Nitejar: How did you know? MLS15: Oldest story in the book. Who is he? Nitejar: His name is John. John Doggett. MLS15: How did you meet him? Nitejar: This summer. He’s an FBI agent. He was investigating a case that involved the striptease joint I worked at in Jersey. He interviewed me as a witness for a shooting that occurred there. MLS15: And you fell for him right away? Nitejar: It was love at first sight for me. His eyes are the most incredible blue you’ve ever seen, and he was just so damn sexy! He’s brilliant, too! I wanted to jump him right there, but, of course, I had my busgirl clothes on, and he wasn’t exactly looking at my dirty apron. MLS15: I see. Have you seen him since then? I assume not, since you’ve been over here for your studies. Nitejar: No, but it’s getting to the point where I can’t even think straight anymore. I think about him all of the time, even when I’m watching Baywatch! MLS15: I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe when you get home for Christmas you can call him up? Nitejar: He probably wouldn’t even remember me. I’d be so embarrassed! MLS15: Well, let me know if there’s anything I can do. Nitejar: Thanks. I appreciate your help. I know you must think really highly of me to be so kind. ************************************************************************* RPcrazy saw MLS15 come out of the row of library carols with a smug look on her face but decided to see where she’d come *from* and talk about it to her later. She was just too damn curious, she’d seen that *look* before. MLS15 and she had become good friends on their first encounter in Biophysics 101 earlier on that year. They were studying for different degrees, RPcrazy was doing Medicine and MLS15 was studying Physics, but Biophysics was a common subject. She turned the corner and her face lit up in recognition. There was Nitejar, face furrowed, reading her Home Economics textbook. RPcrazy: Need help there Nitejar? She looked up with a teary expression. Nitejar: Oh it’s you RPC. I just don’t get this. It says here to whip the cream but it doesn’t say how. I’m just so confused. Sometimes I don’t know why I chose such a difficult path. RPcrazy: Never mind Nitejar. Men can cook for themselves nowadays. Maybe you’ll marry a man who owns a restaurant and never have to lift a whisk. Nitejar just nodded and slumped further in her seat. At this point the astute RPcrazy knew there was something else. MLS15 hadn’t just been sniggering at the fact that this lass was the world’s worst cook. RPcrazy: Come on girl. Spill it! There’s something more here and I’m not leavin’ until you tell me. RPcrazy pulled out the seat next to her and sat, a hand resting lightly on Nitejar’s shoulder. She was relenting. Nitejar: RPC, I feel foolish about this but I have to tell someone. I can’t go on bottling it all up. RPcrazy: That’s true because you’re really not too good at bottling either. <<The joke washed over Nitejar’s ears.>> Maybe MLS15 and myself could help out here. Just tell me the problem. Nitejar: I also told MLS15 that I’m pining away for a man and I just can’t concentrate. I’m thinking of him all day, every day. I imagine myself with him, touching him, running my fingers through his hair, kissing his wonderful lips and then slowly undressing him. We’re making love by the fire <she pauses breathing heavily>>… RPcrazy: <<chuckling>> Okay, who is it? Nitejar: His name is John Doggett and he’s an FBI agent. I really have the hots for him RPC. I’m afraid that if I don’t see him again soon I’ll implode. RPcrazy was laughing uncontrollably. Nitejar: What is it? So my plight is funny now is it? So he’s not a restaur… a restaurant person. RPcrazy: A restaurateur? <<RPcrazy corrected>> No it’s not that. It’s just that I know him. Nitejar’s face was in a state of transition from tears to wonder to almost relief. Nitejar: *Know* him? Why? Where? RPcrazy: I thought you’d be more interested in ‘How’. Nitejar: Okay then ‘how’? RPcrazy: He’s my brother-in-law. He used to be my sister’s husband until she left him when their son was tragically murdered. Nitejar sat tall in her seat as if her confidence had returned. RPcrazy: So you want MLS15 and myself to arrange something for you? Perhaps an *accidental* meeting? Nitejar was beyond words. She just nodded affirmation and expectation. *************************************************************** MLS15 opened the door of her dormitory room. RPcrazy was standing there, grinning from ear to ear. She was always cheery, and MLS15 knew something was up by the twinkling in her olive eyes. MLS15: Hey, come on in. What’s up? RPcrazy: You’re not going to believe what I just found out! MLS15 loved gossip, and RPcrazy knew it. MLS15: What? Tell me! RPcrazy: Nitejar is in love with my ex-brother-in-law!!! MLS15 frowned at RPcrazy’s news. MLS15: That can’t be right. I just spoke to her in the library, and she told me she was in love with an FBI agent from the--- RPcrazy: Yep, that’s him! MLS15: Oh my God, what a small world we live in. She was miserable about it when I spoke to her!!! He must be something else! RPcrazy: Let me tell you, he is! In fact, before he married my sister, we had a summer fling, before I let him go. It was the greatest summer--we did nothing but have sex the whole time. God I’ve never been so satisfied in all of my life. MLS15: Wow, if he was so great, why did you dump him? RPcrazy: Well, he was just too good of a guy. You know me, I have a weakness for bad boys but whenever we meet that flame comes alive again if you know what I mean. MLS15: No kidding! RPcrazy: You know, I’ve been thinking, you offered to let me come home to Virginia with you for Christmas break. What do you say I take you up on it, and we introduce Nitejar to John? MLS15: Oh, that’s an awesome idea!! She’ll be so excited!!! Maybe John could introduce me to a hot bad-ass superior of his, too. Wouldn’t that be great? RPcrazy: Yes, it would! I’ll go give Nitejar the good news! ………………………………………… MLS15, RPcrazy and Nitejar decided to pack light for their trip to Virginia. It was Christmas and they’d each decided to buy some warmer gear on reaching their destination. RPcrazy had booked a room at the Savoy Hotel in the city centre. It was a single room but they’d decided to share the costs. College life was good but the funds were low. MLS15 just laughed conjuring up the image of the song “Ten in the Bed”. RPcrazy simply chuckled wondering who’d be the bunny and want to sleep in the middle. They were now headed to Virginia on United Airlines flight UA 1013. (LOL) Nitejar: This is really good of you guys. I was just gobsmacked RPC when I found out about your relationship with John. RPcrazy: Well you know me, can’t keep my hands off a handsome, sexy guy. MLS, you’ll just have to hold me back when I see him or I’ll be all over him. MLS15: If he’s truly as gorgeous as you say *you* might have to hold *me* back. They chortled together imagining the jostling as they each tried to hold the other back from smothering this FBI guy. Nitejar just looked on perplexed. Sometimes she just couldn’t fathom these girls’ humor. MLS15: So RPC, how did John react when you told him that we’re coming over and bringing a blind date? RPcrazy: He said <<Do they allow seeing eye dogs on airplanes nowadays?>> Both girls couldn’t contain their emotions and just burst out laughing to the disdain of Nitejar who just felt like cringing away from sight. MLS15: So this John guy is gorgeous *and* has a sense of humor. I like that. Hey Jars, you better hang onto this one. <<Turning to RPcrazy>> I’m surprised he doesn’t have all these eager females hanging off the rafters to date him. RPcrazy: As I said, he’s a good guy and just waiting for the right one to come along. He’s not a fuck and forget type person. Nitejar: Oh my God RPC, I wish you’d watch your tongue, there are people listening. RPcrazy: Well Jars, you better get used to it because John can deal out some beauties too. The rest of the flight was spent chatting, dozing and reading. MLS15 reached for her bag and her copy of “A History of Time” by Stephen Hawking, RPcrazy tapped away on her laptop at her future PhD thesis ideas as Nitejar flicked through the pages of her Women’s Weekly knitting special. ………………………. The three girls pulled up to John Doggett’s house in their rented sensible blue sedan. Nitejar had been fidgeting the entire way from the hotel, extremely nervous about seeing John again. She knew he wouldn’t remember her, but then again, what if he did? What if he didn’t like her, or didn’t think she was pretty? Her nerves were beginning to get the better of her, so she knew she had to calm down before seeing him again. She did notice RPcrazy was humming to herself, lost in a dreamy state, as if reliving a memory. What the hell was she thinking about, Nitejar wondered. MLS15 rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened and the jaws of all three women dropped. He was standing there in a pair of black slacks and a silk blue shirt which matched identically with the color of his eyes. His hair was cut shorter than Nitejar had remembered, but she liked it. She suddenly began to sweat. RPcrazy: Hey there, John! Here we are! John: Hey, RPcrazy, how ya doin’? <<He leaned forward and kissed her warmly on the cheek, giving her a private wink as he pulled back.>> RPcrazy: Good, good. <<She blushed.>> I’d like you to meet my friends MLS15 and Nitejar, whom you’ve actually already met before. Nitejar noticed a flicker of recognition in John’s blue eyes when he looked at her. John: Yes, RPcrazy told me we’ve met before. I think I do remember you. Nitejar: Nice to see you again. <<She extended her hand to him, which he shook warmly.>> MLS15: It’s nice to meet you, John. <<She also shook his hand, as John spoke.>> John: Come in, come in. Can I get you all a beer? RPcrazy/MLS15/Nitejar: Yes. That sounds good. Yes, thank you. He came back with beers for them all and sat down in the recliner. John: So, all of you know each other at Oxford? Seems damn weird that my former sister-in-law would actually know someone I interviewed as a witness in a case. RPcrazy, laughing: That’s what we thought!! They continued to make small talk for a while, but when they had finished their beers, RPcrazy signaled to MLS15 that it was time to leave. They both stood up. RPcrazy: Well, we should be going and let you two get on with your evening. John stood up and escorted them to the door. John: Actually, I have a surprise for both of you. <<He smiled a wicked smile.>> MLS15: Oh, really? What’s that? John: A coupl’a my USMC buddies are waiting for you two down at the Hawk and Dove. No pressure to go, but if you’re interested… MLS15 and RPcrazy looked at one another, both grinning in anticipation. Marines!! RPcrazy: Cool!! We’d love to meet them!! John: They’ve seen a picture of you, RPcrazy, so they’ll know you when they see you. Have a good time! <<He closed the door as the two women quickly exited the door, and he turned to Nitejar.>> John: So, what do you want to do? …………………………………….. Nitejar had especially dressed up for the occasion. She’d put a lot of thought into her appearance even before she’d left Oxford to come to Virginia. This man had to be impressed. Her blue clinging knee length dress just showed enough cleavage to hopefully divert his eyes from her carefully and naturally made-up face. Her black lace underwear had been chosen in the hope that his eyes would later feast on her shapely and sexually charged body underneath. She was prepared tonight to lure him into bed and make the kind of love that was only in her dreams. It had been a lifetime since she’d last had sex. How were MLS15 and RPcrazy so attractive to men? They could pick and choose and could have sex whenever they desired just by flirting. Her thoughts went to the Hawk and Dove and whether in fact they were still there with those marines or were they in bed with them by now. She knew it would have to be the latter. As they entered the exclusive Florentino’s Restaurant at 7 pm Doggett lightly rested a hand around Nitejar’s waist. At this simple touch she almost jumped. John: Nitejar, are you okay? Are you cold? Will I get your wrap from the truck? Nitejar: No thankyou John. It’s just that it’s been a long time since a man has touched me. John: Hmmm honesty, I like that. I think we’re gonna get on well tonight. He took the bait and moved his hand slowly down further and she leant into it already feeling her blood pressure rising. Nitejar: If you do that for much longer we’ll be wasting our sort after reservation here John. He feigned misunderstanding. John: Oh? You don’t like it? Nitejar: I do like it, I just want you to go further than that. John: All in good time Nitejar. Let’s have dinner and we’ll see where it goes from there. <<He laughed under his breath>> The maitre de ushered them to a cozy corner and a table for two. Maitre De: May I suggest the specials today sir, madam? We have Risotto with honey roasted pumpkin and ginger, also the pan fried escallop of veal presented on sweet potato mash with red wine jus and hollandaise sauce. <<He nodded and left>> John: It all sounds so good. What do you think you’ll have? Nitejar: The veal sounds good but you know what I’d really like? The seafood platter. Feel like sharing it with me? John agreed with a smile. They ordered Chardonnay and sipped while chatting about their lives up until now. Nitejar: So what happened to your ex-wife? Can I ask you how it all happened? For the life of me I can’t understand why someone would leave you John. John: Seeing it’s honesty night I’ll tell you. <<He hesitated slightly and she noticed his cheeks flush.>> It was another woman. Nitejar’s jaw dropped. Hadn’t RPcrazy said that this man was a good man and that he took sleeping with a woman a little more seriously than that? Nitejar: Another woman? I can’t believe that John. John: Well it’s true. I was sleeping with this other woman before I met my ex, and all during our marriage. Nitejar’s mouth dropped even further. …………………………. Nitejar was ushered through the front door by her wonderful escort. The night had been a dream. This man was even more lovable than she’d first believed. He’d asked her in for coffee and cognac but she was determined to get more. Okay so he wasn’t a fuck and forget person. Had she actually said that in her mind? RPcrazy’s constant profanity was influencing her. John: How do you have your coffee? <<He called from the kitchen as Nitejar hung her wrap on the coat stand.>> Nitejar: Short and black. She laughed thinking that the sooner they finished their drinks the sooner they could get on with the inevitable. The image of this man’s naked body hovering over hers and his mouth exploring her every valley and knoll was almost too much to bear. She arranged herself on the couch so that her skirt rode up a little showing off some leg. John: Very nice Nitejar. John brought over her cup and sat in close proximity, the other hand lightly running his fingers up her leg from her knee to the hem of her skirt and underneath. Nitejar’s sharp intake of breath was John’s cue to go a little further. He placed the coffee cup on the low table and proceeded to make his way further up her thigh inching her dress with it. John: Is this what you wanted Nitejar? << His voice was honey as his fingers felt over her lace panties and moved down lightly between her legs.>> Is this the start of what you wanted me to do? Tell me. Let me hear you say it. Nitejar: <<breathing audibly now and moving her legs a little wider.>> Yes John, feel me with your fingers. She lifted her hips and he pulled up her dress over her hips up to her waist finally showing her black lace. John: <<making small growls in his throat>> Is this underwear for me? << She could feel the wet sensation spreading as his fingers applied more pressure.>> Talk to me. I like my ladies telling me what they want, especially incredibly sexy ones. Nitejar: Yes John, I bought it for you to see and take off. He caught his fingers in the elastic and pulled them down slowly over her hips, making her sweat from the momentary absence of his intimate touch. Once they were totally off he began on her dress, easing it up over her breasts then over her head and off. John: Sexy bra and sexy breasts. Nitejar: Just do it John. Take it off. He reached around and unclasped, letting her breasts fall out. Now she was totally bare he flicked off his shoes and straddled her. With one hand feeling between her legs his mouth went down to hers. Nitejar anticipated the feel of his lips on hers and almost came on the spot, she was on the verge. His fingers wandered deftly over her clit as his tongue moved inside her mouth finding every sensitive spot. John: My fingers are telling me you like this. Tell me how you’re feelin’. Nitejar: I’m coming John. You’re fingers are pulling me over the edge. Your kiss is like sweet nectar on my lips. While she gave him one last heartfelt, impassioned kiss she overflowed in gratifying spasms, her whole body convulsing in unmeasured bliss. John looked pleased with himself. He hadn’t lost his touch with women. Nitejar: Oh John. What about you? John: What about me? You tell me. <<He wanted to hear it from her lips and feel her hands on him now.>> Nitejar: What do you like John? What would you like me to do for you? John: <<grinning evilly>> Surprise me. Nitejar undid the buckle of his belt, unzipped him and moved his black pants down over his hips bringing down his underwear too releasing his swollen member. She couldn’t believe she was in this position, about to make this man feel sexually gratified. After she undid his buttons and took off his shirt they were finally totally bare together. With hands on his hips she guided him to sit on the couch and took up position on the floor between his legs. He knew what was coming and prepared to feel the ecstasy of her hot mouth on him. She placed her right arm around his lower back and the tip of his penis in her mouth sucking slowly. Her mouth edged down bit by bit teasing him with her tongue and lips. Doggett ran fingers absently through her hair and absorbed the pleasure she was giving him. John: I don’t wanna come in your mouth. Get on top of me. Nitejar gave one last slow suck up his fevered dick then stood and straddled his hips. He placed his arms around her back as she slid down enveloping him entirely. This was no dream, it was now very real. This guy was fucking her like no other in her whole life. He held her close and pulled her down to meet his hips, her breasts rubbing over his chest. Once again that feeling returned and Nitejar knew she would be experiencing her second orgasm for the night. John was deliriously pumping now, breathing hotness into her neck and placing wet kisses on her shoulder. John: <<flowing out into her>> Honey, that was fucking wonderful. Nitejar: <<spasming for the second time in succession>> Lover, that was wicked. As they held each other close Nitejar felt she could now ask John that question that had been nagging at the back of her brain. Nitejar: John? Can I ask you something personal and I want you to be truthful with me. John: Okay. <<tentatively>> Nitejar: Do I happen to know the woman you had an affair with throughout your marriage? She knew from his body language exactly who the woman was. *************************************************************** She laughed nervously, and she looked into his eyes, questioning him. John: I’d probably better not say. Besides, does that really matter now? Nitejar: Well, no, I guess not. John: Look, let’s say we go upstairs and continue this little sexfest, huh? <<God, hopefully she’ll back off, he thought.>> Nitejar smiled tentatively. Nitejar: Well,…sure. John carried her upstairs and laid her on his bed. He continued to give her what she wanted, easily scoring with her every time. Although he was quick to realize that she was a lousy lover, he was too polite to let on. Tomorrow would work itself out, he thought. The next morning, John woke up with Nitejar’s arm across his chest. He looked over at her, and his stomach fluttered, out of sheer disappointment at the mess he had gotten himself into. She sure did look prettier last night, he thought to himself. God, what am I going to do. He decided he needed strong coffee, so he threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and headed for Starbucks. John arrived at the coffee shop to find a long line of customers, not unusual for a Sunday morning. He got in line behind a woman reading a Mississippi newspaper and couldn’t help but strike up a conversation. John: Looks like you’re quite a ways from home, there. The woman turned around. He immediately noticed warmth in her eyes, and as she smiled at him her face lit up, emitting an attractive glow. She was a mature woman, he noticed, not some college floozy. There was a definite immediate chemistry between the two. Woman: Yes, I suppose I am. John: You here on business? Woman: Yes, I’m here representing my industry as a lobbyist for a bill that’s being proposed in Congress. My name is Harrahgirl. <<She extended her hand and shook John’s.>> John: I’m John Doggett, nice to meet you. What industry are you in? <<The line moved forward slowly.>> Harrahgirl: Gambling. I work for Harrah’s, and I’m here to see to it that a bill is passed to make it a federal law instead of state law to make it a crime to rob a casino. That way, the punishments can be more uniform, the punishments will be tougher, and we will hopefully provide a deterrent for these low-life crooks. John: Sounds good to me. I work in law enforcement myself. Harrahgirl: Really? What kind of officer are you? John: FBI. I work in a special unit of the FBI called the X-files. We investigate cases which are considered “unsolvable.” Harrahgirl: Wow, you must be highly regarded there to be given such challenging cases! <<John laughed>> Well, I dunno about that…. They continued their conversation as the line eventually got shorter. When Harrahgirl approached the counter to make her order, John stepped forward and offered to make it his treat. She gladly accepted, and the two sat down at a table to share their coffee and continue their chat. John realized as time wore on that he was sitting with a truly exquisite woman. Her zest for life was apparent in the animated way she spoke, and it occurred to him that she was exactly the kind of woman he needed. Now here’s someone I could get serious with, he thought. The morning crowd was thinning out, and John remembered Nitejar was still back at his place. John: Look, I’ve really enjoyed talkin’ to you. Do you think we could have dinner tonight? Harrahgirl: I enjoyed meeting you, too, John. I’d love to have dinner with you. Here’s the hotel where I’m staying. <<She wrote the name on a piece of paper and handed it to him.>> John: Great. I’ll pick you up at seven. See you then. <<He gave her a sexy wink and noticed she caught her breath when he did so. This is what I’ve been waiting for, he thought.>> John returned to his home, entering the front door quietly, in case Nitejar was still asleep. Instead, she was sitting on the couch waiting for him. Nitejar: John, where have you been? John: Um, I’ve been out gettin’ a cup o’ coffee. Nitejar: I was wondering if something was the matter. John: Look, Nitejar, I wanna be honest with you. << He sat down next to her.>> I don’t think we should see each other anymore. I mean, last night was great, <<he shifted uneasily at his lie>> but there’s just no future for us. You’re in England, I’m here, our ages are very different…I just don’t think it’s a good idea. Nitejar was stunned. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. How could he do that to her? Nitejar: You used me! How could you! I love you, John! I think you’re the most wonderful man in the world! I used to think that was David Duchovny, but it’s so obvious that you’re the much better man! John: I’m sorry, Nitejar. It’s just not going to happen. Tears sprung to Nitejar’s eyes. She realized, however, that she was grateful for their night of passion. She would always have that memory. She stood up, walked past him and exited the front door. *************************************************8 The choice of piped music seemed to belie the quiet, romantic atmosphere of the restaurant John had picked out for them. Harrahgirl chuckled to herself as she remembered all the other tracks to come from the “Twisted Christmas” CD she also owned and had listened to a number of times this festive season. The track now playing struck a funny bone. Harrahgirl could not help but let out an audible laugh remembering back to one part of her life, to a certain troublemaker neighbour she’d been glad to see the back of when it was finally time for her to go to college. This song was pure Nitejar. A Christmas Carol By Tom Lehrer Christmas time is here, by golly! Disapproval would be folly. Deck the halls with boughs of holly … Fill the cup and don’t say “when!” Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens … Cook the goose, drag out the Dickens! Even though the prospect sickens … Brother! Here we go again! On Christmas day, you can’t ignore Your fellow man you must adore. There’s time to hate him all the more … The other three hundred and sixty-four! Relations sparing no expense will Send some useless old utensil … Like a matching pen and pencil … Just the thing I need! How nice! It doesn’t matter how sincere it Is or heartfelt is the spirit, Sentiment will not endear it … What’s important is … the price! Hark the Herald Tribune Sings! Advertising wondrous things! God rest ye merry merchants may ye make the Yuletide pay! Angels we have heard on high, Tell us to go out and buy! So, let the raucous sleigh bells jingle Hail our old dear friend Kris Kringle, Riding his reindeer across the sky … Don’t stand underneath when they fly by! As John washed his hands in the restaurant’s bathroom he was feeling poorly about his treatment of Nitejar, but reassured himself that he did have good intentions at the start. He sought further solace in the thought that he did not allow the relationship to linger on and hurt both of them further down the track. The feelings he was having for this lady waiting for him out there were different. They’d stirred up emotions in him that had long been buried. As he headed towards their cozy corner table he could tell by her face that her feelings reflected his own. John: Miss me? Harrahgirl: Terribly. I was expecting a postcard you know. <<They both laughed>> Yes, this was the real thing. It had only been a day but he just knew instinctively that this was the lady for him. Their conversation was spirited, only punctuated by the waiter topping up wineglasses and bringing their culinary courses. John found this lady to be intelligent, witty and jovial. Harrahgirl found this man to be charming and very sexy. The way he lightly touched her arm as he laughed at her asides and the way his wide blue eyes looked into hers were beginning to build up a desire in her that she would need to act upon soon. He sensed this and went in slowly for a kiss, she responding in kind to his overtures. Lips had lightly touched when they heard a commotion at a table on the other side of the restaurant. John and Harrahgirl looked over to see two couples laughing above the comfortable level of the venue. There were two marines and their female partners. John’s eyes went wider still in recognition. MLS15 happened to glance over and see John with another lady. She nudged RPcrazy’s arm and they both approached the table. RPcrazy: Well, well John, I see all our hard work for you has come undone. MLS15 to RPcrazy: Don’t be too harsh on him RPC. We both know it’d probably work out this way. At least it’ll get Nitejar off our backs about this. <<She looked over to the beaming woman who was John’s partner for the evening.>> MLS15: I’m sorry, we’re being impolite here. My name’s MLS15. <<They shook hands>> RPcrazy: ..and I’m RPC. Glad to meet you. Harrahgirl: Happy to meet you too ladies. Any friends of John’s are friends of mine too. This lady knew how to sweet talk. They instantly liked her. After arranging to all meet the next day for coffee at Starbucks, MLS15 and RPcrazy went back to their marines with John’s smirking eyes staring after them. John to Harrahgirl: Well Harrah, where were we? << He pulled his chair close to hers so that knees were touching. Harrahgirl: I think you were just about to give me the first kiss of the night. Then you were going to ask me home to your place for a night of unbridled sex. John feigning surprise: How did you get so good at reading thoughts? Harrahgirl: How to be a Psychic 101. <<They both laughed>> Once again he looked into her eyes but this time it was with the most desire she’d ever seen in a man. Lips and mouths merged, opening up long untapped wells of longing in both of them. The kiss was measured and hot, long and arousing, pure decadence. Mouths moved slowly together, both lovers knowing that it could last as long as they wished. The night was yet young and both knew this first contact would progress to even better indulgence during the night. They were both oblivious to the sorrowful eyes witnessing their newly formed union. A forlorn face looked in from the lamp lit street outside. Nitejar just nodded understanding, gave an ever so slight smile and walked off towards the next path in her life. ………………………… The End |
| BLIND JUSTICE by MLS15 and RPcrazy |
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