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Authors: Kate Fargo
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suddenly more concerned with logistics and safety than sexy details.
“Yes, Mom,” teased Isabel. “Come on, Jenny, I may be out of the picture a little, but I’m not from another world altogether.” She’d seen enough sexually transmitted diseases in her practice. Men, and women, unfaithful to their spouses, bringing the odd little disease home. Suddenly having to explain to their partners how they contracted the STD. Some marriages were finished when infidelity knocked on the door. And the ones that didn’t end there often knocked on Isabel’s door. In those cases, Isabel, the doctor, had started advising couples to practice safe sex even with their marriage partners, in case they continued to stray. How sad was that? “You know something about Tray?”
“I do, but it’ll keep.” Jenny slurped her coffee and peered into the door of the toaster oven. “So, you’re safe at home, you used a safe…what next?”
“Jenny,” sighed Isabel. “This isn’t high school. Do we have to do this? He said, she said?” Isabel had waited three years to have this most incredible sexual experience and she was not ready to share it. Not even with her best friend.
“Okay. I give. Keep your secrets.” Jenny sighed and made an exaggerated face, rolling her eyes. “I was just hoping to live vicariously through your adventures, is all.”
Isabel sputtered coffee onto the counter. “You! Live through my adventures? That’s a laugh, Jenny. You usually have more fun in one weekend than I’ve had in my lifetime.” Isabel knew she couldn’t live her life like Jenny lived hers, but she admired her friend’s spunk and constant openness to new experiences. Jenny had been skydiving and bungee jumping and once took a year off to rattle around Europe with a backpack. Not many women in their thirties had the courage to follow that path. “Anyway, I saw you ready to climb that mountain of Mediterranean man you were dancing with. Did you plant your flag at the top of that peak?”
“I guess,” Jenny snickered. “He was cute, wasn’t he? And the interesting thing is, he was older, too. I thought the club would be filled with twenty-something stock brokers and web designers, but Kristoph was in his early thirties. Just a few years younger than me.”
“So you didn’t live up to your calling as a cougar?”
“There’s still time for that,” Jenny winked. “I just meant it was nice to meet a man who I had some things in common with. He remembered where he was when Elvis died, for example.”
Isabel knew what she meant. Although Tray was clearly so much younger than she was, there was still some sort of connection, a meeting of the minds. They knew some of the same movies and he’d been familiar with her selection of music when he’d picked out a CD last night. Her thoughts drifted to Tray leaning over her stereo, tight buns well defined under his tight blue jeans.
“Isabel…Hellooooo!”
“Sorry, Jenny. What was that?”
“I asked if you would be seeing him again? Mr. Mystery Man that you won’t tell me anything about?”
That was a question Isabel wanted to know the answer to herself. She supposed that she probably wouldn’t. She didn’t have a way to contact him. Unless he just showed up at her door. There was that wishful thinking again.
“Do you want to see him again?” asked Jenny, never content to leave well enough alone.
“I don’t know, Jenny. The idea was just to have one night. And I had it…” Isabel trailed off, a silly grin spreading over her face. Oh, yes, she had had it all right.
“Issy, look how happy you are. Remember who you’re talking to? Only four days ago you told me you haven’t been out in three years and now you’re blushing and grinning like a school girl. This could be a good thing, even if just for a while. Help you stop taking life so seriously.”
She knew Jenny was right, but how was she to continue a liaison with Tray? “Jenny, I don’t even have a number for
“Yes, Mom,” teased Isabel. “Come on, Jenny, I may be out of the picture a little, but I’m not from another world altogether.” She’d seen enough sexually transmitted diseases in her practice. Men, and women, unfaithful to their spouses, bringing the odd little disease home. Suddenly having to explain to their partners how they contracted the STD. Some marriages were finished when infidelity knocked on the door. And the ones that didn’t end there often knocked on Isabel’s door. In those cases, Isabel, the doctor, had started advising couples to practice safe sex even with their marriage partners, in case they continued to stray. How sad was that? “You know something about Tray?”
“I do, but it’ll keep.” Jenny slurped her coffee and peered into the door of the toaster oven. “So, you’re safe at home, you used a safe…what next?”
“Jenny,” sighed Isabel. “This isn’t high school. Do we have to do this? He said, she said?” Isabel had waited three years to have this most incredible sexual experience and she was not ready to share it. Not even with her best friend.
“Okay. I give. Keep your secrets.” Jenny sighed and made an exaggerated face, rolling her eyes. “I was just hoping to live vicariously through your adventures, is all.”
Isabel sputtered coffee onto the counter. “You! Live through my adventures? That’s a laugh, Jenny. You usually have more fun in one weekend than I’ve had in my lifetime.” Isabel knew she couldn’t live her life like Jenny lived hers, but she admired her friend’s spunk and constant openness to new experiences. Jenny had been skydiving and bungee jumping and once took a year off to rattle around Europe with a backpack. Not many women in their thirties had the courage to follow that path. “Anyway, I saw you ready to climb that mountain of Mediterranean man you were dancing with. Did you plant your flag at the top of that peak?”
“I guess,” Jenny snickered. “He was cute, wasn’t he? And the interesting thing is, he was older, too. I thought the club would be filled with twenty-something stock brokers and web designers, but Kristoph was in his early thirties. Just a few years younger than me.”
“So you didn’t live up to your calling as a cougar?”
“There’s still time for that,” Jenny winked. “I just meant it was nice to meet a man who I had some things in common with. He remembered where he was when Elvis died, for example.”
Isabel knew what she meant. Although Tray was clearly so much younger than she was, there was still some sort of connection, a meeting of the minds. They knew some of the same movies and he’d been familiar with her selection of music when he’d picked out a CD last night. Her thoughts drifted to Tray leaning over her stereo, tight buns well defined under his tight blue jeans.
“Isabel…Hellooooo!”
“Sorry, Jenny. What was that?”
“I asked if you would be seeing him again? Mr. Mystery Man that you won’t tell me anything about?”
That was a question Isabel wanted to know the answer to herself. She supposed that she probably wouldn’t. She didn’t have a way to contact him. Unless he just showed up at her door. There was that wishful thinking again.
“Do you want to see him again?” asked Jenny, never content to leave well enough alone.
“I don’t know, Jenny. The idea was just to have one night. And I had it…” Isabel trailed off, a silly grin spreading over her face. Oh, yes, she had had it all right.
“Issy, look how happy you are. Remember who you’re talking to? Only four days ago you told me you haven’t been out in three years and now you’re blushing and grinning like a school girl. This could be a good thing, even if just for a while. Help you stop taking life so seriously.”
She knew Jenny was right, but how was she to continue a liaison with Tray? “Jenny, I don’t even have a number for
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