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down on the sofa in the co rner as he headed towards the television and flicked it on. He gazed at the media cabinet to the right of the screen and selected a DVD from the many that lined the shelves. “Oh, I love this movie. You like Tom Cruise?” he called over his shoulder.
“Yeah, I do, actually,” I replied. Tom Cruise was sexy as hell, and despite his occasional public displays of weirdness, I thought he was a pretty great actor, but he had nothing on Victor.
“Have you seen The Last Samurai?” he probed as he popped open the case and removed the DVD from its casing.
“No, I haven’t,” I indicated as I got more comfortable on the sofa popping one leg underneath me.
He came over to the sofa and sat next to me removing the pillows and putting them on to the floor, and proceeded to lie down with his legs stretched out and his head in my lap. “Comfortable?” he inquired.
“Yeah, I’ m good,” I whispered as I gently began to scratch his back in circular motions.
“Mmm, that feels nice. Keep doing that .” He whispered as he flicked the remote to bypass the upcoming attractions. He pressed play and the movie credits began to appear. “I really am sorry, Monica. I feel bad. I had a rough day, and know you probably hoped for me to be more entertaining. But I just can’t. I have a lot on my mind, and it is nothing I can talk about with you yet, okay?”
“Sure, Victor ,” I said. “We all have bad days. No problem.” He sounded so sad that my heart went out to him. I hoped he would feel better and maybe more comfortable around me, maybe even willing to confide in me, someday. But, he had told me this morning there would be no promises. Our days might me very limited, and that someday would probably never come. I continued to brood over that as I continued absently scratching his back.
“Mmm, so relaxing,” he muttered again. “Just keep doing that, okay?”
“Okay,” I muttered. He fell asleep with me scratching and running my fingers across his back within fifteen minutes. I tried to concentrate and enjoy the movie, but my mind was racing ahead of me until I was so lost I couldn’t even follow the story line. So instead of watching the movie I just lay my head back and closed my eyes. After a little bit or so, I found myself getting sleepy; and I, too, began to doze off.
I didn’t know what time it was when I heard a click and glanced towards the door. I saw the knob turning and knew instinctively that it must be his roommate. A woman, very tall, older, maybe in her late thirties or early forties, and little bit on the husky size with short sandy brown hair came in through the door.
“Hi,” she whispered. “I’m Kat, and you must be Monica. He ’s sleeping?” she inquired indicating Victor.
“Yes, he is,” I whispered back. “He was exhausted.”
She came over to us and looked down at him. “Well, we better get him to bed.” She began to gently shake his shoulder. “Come on, boy, time for bed,” she whispered.
Victor sleepily opened one eye. “Kat?” he muttered. “I had a bad day.”
“I know , big boy, I know. Come on, Vic, Mon and I will get you to bed.” She automatically shortened my name like my sister did, and from the way she handled Victor I could tell she was very nurturing. I instinctively knew I would like her.
“Monica?” he turned as if he were surprised to see me and began to sit up. I got up and held on to one side of him, with Kat on the other and together steered him towards his room. He unfastened his jeans, and she pulled them down until he sat on the side of his bed, and then she pulled them the rest of the way off one leg at a time.
She began to make her way towards the exit. I laughed softly, and said, “It seems like you have done this before.”
“A time or two,” she nodded. “And don’t worry about me, Mon. I am like the Mom around here for these lost
“Yeah, I do, actually,” I replied. Tom Cruise was sexy as hell, and despite his occasional public displays of weirdness, I thought he was a pretty great actor, but he had nothing on Victor.
“Have you seen The Last Samurai?” he probed as he popped open the case and removed the DVD from its casing.
“No, I haven’t,” I indicated as I got more comfortable on the sofa popping one leg underneath me.
He came over to the sofa and sat next to me removing the pillows and putting them on to the floor, and proceeded to lie down with his legs stretched out and his head in my lap. “Comfortable?” he inquired.
“Yeah, I’ m good,” I whispered as I gently began to scratch his back in circular motions.
“Mmm, that feels nice. Keep doing that .” He whispered as he flicked the remote to bypass the upcoming attractions. He pressed play and the movie credits began to appear. “I really am sorry, Monica. I feel bad. I had a rough day, and know you probably hoped for me to be more entertaining. But I just can’t. I have a lot on my mind, and it is nothing I can talk about with you yet, okay?”
“Sure, Victor ,” I said. “We all have bad days. No problem.” He sounded so sad that my heart went out to him. I hoped he would feel better and maybe more comfortable around me, maybe even willing to confide in me, someday. But, he had told me this morning there would be no promises. Our days might me very limited, and that someday would probably never come. I continued to brood over that as I continued absently scratching his back.
“Mmm, so relaxing,” he muttered again. “Just keep doing that, okay?”
“Okay,” I muttered. He fell asleep with me scratching and running my fingers across his back within fifteen minutes. I tried to concentrate and enjoy the movie, but my mind was racing ahead of me until I was so lost I couldn’t even follow the story line. So instead of watching the movie I just lay my head back and closed my eyes. After a little bit or so, I found myself getting sleepy; and I, too, began to doze off.
I didn’t know what time it was when I heard a click and glanced towards the door. I saw the knob turning and knew instinctively that it must be his roommate. A woman, very tall, older, maybe in her late thirties or early forties, and little bit on the husky size with short sandy brown hair came in through the door.
“Hi,” she whispered. “I’m Kat, and you must be Monica. He ’s sleeping?” she inquired indicating Victor.
“Yes, he is,” I whispered back. “He was exhausted.”
She came over to us and looked down at him. “Well, we better get him to bed.” She began to gently shake his shoulder. “Come on, boy, time for bed,” she whispered.
Victor sleepily opened one eye. “Kat?” he muttered. “I had a bad day.”
“I know , big boy, I know. Come on, Vic, Mon and I will get you to bed.” She automatically shortened my name like my sister did, and from the way she handled Victor I could tell she was very nurturing. I instinctively knew I would like her.
“Monica?” he turned as if he were surprised to see me and began to sit up. I got up and held on to one side of him, with Kat on the other and together steered him towards his room. He unfastened his jeans, and she pulled them down until he sat on the side of his bed, and then she pulled them the rest of the way off one leg at a time.
She began to make her way towards the exit. I laughed softly, and said, “It seems like you have done this before.”
“A time or two,” she nodded. “And don’t worry about me, Mon. I am like the Mom around here for these lost
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