She reached up and placed her right hand over his, curling her fingers into his palm where she touched him ever so gentlely and allowed her fingers to move ever so slightly in the sensitive palm as she and he guided the lighter to her cigarette.She reached up and placed her right hand over his, curling her fingers into his palm where she touched him ever so gentlely and allowed her fingers to move ever so slightly in the sensitive palm as she and he guided the lighter to her cigarette. She was so engrossed in what she was doing she almost forgot to take a drag on the cigarette before the end of it burned up in the flame. And, all the while, two pairs of very expressive, highly 'interested' eyes made a kind of silent introduction to each other at very very close range. Linda's body shuddered a little, part way through the engagement, and she felt her sexual "temperature" rising. She set his hand back down in his lap after the cigarette was lit and tipped her head back to blow a plume of smoke toward the ceiling, STILL NOT LETTING HER EYES LEAVE HIS, and then lowered her head back down and waited, still locked in his gaze. "I'm called Paul by most people, but to a very few, I have another name that preceeds that one, Linda.........a VERY VERY VERY FEW!", he said in a low husky voice. "I see"..........replied Linda........"and do you mind if I call you 'Paul',.............Paul?" "Linda,........for now, let's not worry about names..........BUT, YES, ...........I THINK............EVENTUALLY............YOU.......MORE THAN I WILL BE MORE CONCERNED ABOUT 'WHAT' I AM CALLED AND WHEN.........but, as I said.........it doesn't matter right now."........"DOES IT?" She looked into his eyes and answered him without saying a word and he said........."I knew you'd understand me." And she nodded ever so slightly to make doubly sure he knew she was 'on board'. Eventually, they did get around to talking a little and she found out he was married, had two kids, owned his own business and came in the lounge, 'occassionally', after he left work, to unwind. Linda acknowledged that she was married and had an eight year old daughter and that she was dancing to try and get the family back on their financial feet while her husband started back to work after a long Winter of being Laid Off in the construction industry as a structural ironworker. She told him Johnny was working on the ICIC Building downtown bossing a raising gang. |