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ache.
Catherine threw back the blanket and walked to
the bedroom door. She knocked and entered. Joey was still awake and
he lay in semi-darkness. He was bare-chested with the blanket slung
low over his hips and his arms crossed behind his head.
"Can't sleep?" He asked. His voice sounded
deeper than usual.
"I want to sleep in here, with
you."
****
Cathy stood hands clasped behind her back. She
wore his pajama top and her long blond hair was all tousled. She
looked sexy, innocent, and beguiling all at the same time. He threw
back the covers in invitation. In silent appeal he hoped she would
never leave.
"Come on, get in."
Through the moonlit room he saw a small curve
of a smile on her luscious lips. She padded across the ancient
linoleum floor and climbed in bed. She curled into his side and
spread her hand over his heart. Her head rested on his shoulder. God. Cathy felt so good and so damn perfect.
"Joey, I am thinking. There is nothing keeping
you here. Why not come back with me to 1821?"
If he had been hit in square in the face with
a board he could not be more stunned.
"Babe, I want you to listen to me very
carefully. I believe you're from the past one hundred percent. But,
I don't think you're going to go back to your time. I think you're
stuck here. To pin all your hopes on a crack of lightning is
unwise. It's late September. There might not be another thunder and
lightning storm until next spring, what then? You can stay here
with me, but I don't want you waiting, wishing, and praying on
something that won't happen." His voice was soft, but firm with
conviction.
He felt her stiffen next to him. Joey could
sense the annoyance pouring off her in waves. She didn't speak, but
she moved away from him and he felt the loss of her
warmth.
"Would it be so terrible to stay here in this
time? You seem to like some things about 1969. I can help you
adjust and I want you to stay with me." Forever and friggin'
ever.
He heard her sigh. "Yes, I admit I do like
some aspects of this time, you most of all Joey."
His heart thumped double time at her words.
The thought of sharing his life with Cathy seemed too good to be
true. His mind began to race. He could find a better job, a better
place for them to live. Jesus . He had never felt this way
toward a woman. Joey wanted her with him always.
"But I have a life in 1821, a family. I must
do everything in my power to try and return where I belong. Joey,
it is a wonderful place. You would love it. My home is next to the
sea and it is so peaceful and tranquil. Well, except for the waves
crashing against the cliffs but that sound is also quite soothing.
You should consider coming with me, truly."
Joey frowned. "Oh, so I don't have a family or
a life, so I can leave. Maybe I don't want to give up electricity,
flushing toilets, medical care that doesn't involve leeches, Pepsi,
or music. Ever think of that?"
Cathy turned away from him. Smooth move,
asshole. You get her into bed and all you do is
fight.
He heard a slight sniffle.
"Cathy."
"I am not crying," she snapped
defiantly.
"I know, babe." Joey curled in next to her,
his briefs doing nothing to hide his erection. His arms encircled
her and brought her tighter against his chest.
"Just ignore it. My cock has a mind of its
own. Go to sleep."
He kissed the top of her head. The stiffness
and resistance in her body gave way. Her soft femininity caressed
his harder edges. His eyelids grew heavy, but he didn't fall asleep
until he ensured Cathy was comfortable and asleep first.
****
The next morning things were a little strained
over breakfast. Cathy nibbled on toast while flipping through the
pages of a history book. Joey thought he dreamt when he awoke to
find the bed empty next to him, but her evocative and sensual scent
lingered on the sheets and pillows.
Taking a sip of his instant coffee, he stole a
glance at her. Cathy had her hair pulled back in a ponytail. A few
wayward tendrils framed her beautiful face. He wanted to
Catherine threw back the blanket and walked to
the bedroom door. She knocked and entered. Joey was still awake and
he lay in semi-darkness. He was bare-chested with the blanket slung
low over his hips and his arms crossed behind his head.
"Can't sleep?" He asked. His voice sounded
deeper than usual.
"I want to sleep in here, with
you."
****
Cathy stood hands clasped behind her back. She
wore his pajama top and her long blond hair was all tousled. She
looked sexy, innocent, and beguiling all at the same time. He threw
back the covers in invitation. In silent appeal he hoped she would
never leave.
"Come on, get in."
Through the moonlit room he saw a small curve
of a smile on her luscious lips. She padded across the ancient
linoleum floor and climbed in bed. She curled into his side and
spread her hand over his heart. Her head rested on his shoulder. God. Cathy felt so good and so damn perfect.
"Joey, I am thinking. There is nothing keeping
you here. Why not come back with me to 1821?"
If he had been hit in square in the face with
a board he could not be more stunned.
"Babe, I want you to listen to me very
carefully. I believe you're from the past one hundred percent. But,
I don't think you're going to go back to your time. I think you're
stuck here. To pin all your hopes on a crack of lightning is
unwise. It's late September. There might not be another thunder and
lightning storm until next spring, what then? You can stay here
with me, but I don't want you waiting, wishing, and praying on
something that won't happen." His voice was soft, but firm with
conviction.
He felt her stiffen next to him. Joey could
sense the annoyance pouring off her in waves. She didn't speak, but
she moved away from him and he felt the loss of her
warmth.
"Would it be so terrible to stay here in this
time? You seem to like some things about 1969. I can help you
adjust and I want you to stay with me." Forever and friggin'
ever.
He heard her sigh. "Yes, I admit I do like
some aspects of this time, you most of all Joey."
His heart thumped double time at her words.
The thought of sharing his life with Cathy seemed too good to be
true. His mind began to race. He could find a better job, a better
place for them to live. Jesus . He had never felt this way
toward a woman. Joey wanted her with him always.
"But I have a life in 1821, a family. I must
do everything in my power to try and return where I belong. Joey,
it is a wonderful place. You would love it. My home is next to the
sea and it is so peaceful and tranquil. Well, except for the waves
crashing against the cliffs but that sound is also quite soothing.
You should consider coming with me, truly."
Joey frowned. "Oh, so I don't have a family or
a life, so I can leave. Maybe I don't want to give up electricity,
flushing toilets, medical care that doesn't involve leeches, Pepsi,
or music. Ever think of that?"
Cathy turned away from him. Smooth move,
asshole. You get her into bed and all you do is
fight.
He heard a slight sniffle.
"Cathy."
"I am not crying," she snapped
defiantly.
"I know, babe." Joey curled in next to her,
his briefs doing nothing to hide his erection. His arms encircled
her and brought her tighter against his chest.
"Just ignore it. My cock has a mind of its
own. Go to sleep."
He kissed the top of her head. The stiffness
and resistance in her body gave way. Her soft femininity caressed
his harder edges. His eyelids grew heavy, but he didn't fall asleep
until he ensured Cathy was comfortable and asleep first.
****
The next morning things were a little strained
over breakfast. Cathy nibbled on toast while flipping through the
pages of a history book. Joey thought he dreamt when he awoke to
find the bed empty next to him, but her evocative and sensual scent
lingered on the sheets and pillows.
Taking a sip of his instant coffee, he stole a
glance at her. Cathy had her hair pulled back in a ponytail. A few
wayward tendrils framed her beautiful face. He wanted to
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