"We need to realize that it's not worth going down and trying to break this guy any further. You've seen him. It's already done. Just a waste of your time. You got all the stuff right? Good. Look, you are a pretty lady, I'm sure you could be doing something and someone better than wasting it on yesterday's paper."
"And just what is it that you do? Counseling?" Claws are out, "No. Wait! How about an attorney?"
Morrigan stood up to go, "Heavens no, I do recycling. Bye hon."
3.5
Confrontation
Just can't seem to get away. I knew I'd bump into her... Again. Can't even get a cup of coffee. She doesn't know this place at least.
"Hello. Care if I sit?" Morrigan sat before I could answer.
"What's this, are you two following me now? Tell her to leave me alone. That goes for you as well. I don't know what her scheme is, and I don't care! Leave me alone..." Wow...If that's her friend, I would surely do her just to piss Miri off.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I just met her today. Buy you some coffee?"
"I have some. Thanks." I smile sarcastically and hold up my cup.
"I am not falling for these games. You tell me you just met her, and you scoop her off my table like you were her best friend? I will not go through this anymore! I'm tired off this, so go to hell." I turn to the side, not letting her in.
"I am telling you the truth. I wasn't there to meet her. Actually I could care less about women like that. They all have it and they waste it."
Waste what? I thought. I looked at her. She seemed almost honest. Fresh ink. Could tell that right off the bat. I don't get this; she should not be sitting here with me. She wants something. Way too good looking! The way she sat, with her leg crossing over the other, one buttcheek on the seat as she leaned up against the back of the chair. Her dark hair was the start. Black, but with red roots. Then the mouth... It would have been the eyes but she wore those nice dark shades. I look away, but she read me immediately. Felt like the explosion of the Hindenberg. The Labret stood out like a suspect does when the cop has to meet his quota. It was a ring that circled around the middle of her bottom lip. Kiss a lip that has a ring like that... It will either scare you or make you want to explore the possibilities that her face was molded out of glass, just for you. Small chin and defined cheekbones. Her profile explained well enough that her nose could have been a slide you remembered as a kid. The one that slid straight down with no bumps and straight off. Not too low where you scrape your ass on the gravel, but not too high where your feet swing under you and you eat the gravel, you are able to stand up and walk right off that slide. -----No. Let's get away from slides, I'm trying to describe her...
It's just that her profile made me remember perfection. Her dark blouse looked as if it was tailor made for her. The black skirt as well. The natural body that could be found in that one porno movie that turns you on. But no silicone or unbalanced stiletto walking. Pure fluid movement. Her skin looked as smooth as the ceramic cup she drank out of, the color as well. Not tanned but not death pale either. Wonder the color of her eyes. Damn shades.
This is the kind of woman you have in your dream. You know the one. You fall in love with her and you find to your surprise that she loved you all along, so you two kiss, and the kiss would take on a life of it's own, and would last an infinity... The embrace... Then you have the best sex of your life in that dream... Entangled in some semi-erotic weird position that would make a twizzler jealous. But somehow her face was always right in front of yours, so you try to burn that into your memory as the most beautiful face on the planet as you kiss her again. You are really happy that you found true love and you know she felt the same way because for the strangest reason you both can read each others mind. No words were spoken as the souls intertwined. They spoke a language only they knew... Then you have to let go of her hand and you two drift apart. As you do, you say your loving vows and forget me nots...
Wonder if there was someone on the planet that shared that dream with you? You both fall asleep. The whole of the Earth being the life giver, becomes the mysterious transponder for the electrical signals or brainwaves in your head, allowing two people to share one dream. Each person would interpret the dream his or her own way, and two complete strangers dance in the dream for that one night. You'd never want to leave that dream, but you are forced to because you are once again late for work.
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