You said I have no line to cross, that you haven’t found it yet. What does that even mean? And what will I be doing with you next week, next month, next fucking year? It terrifies me that I don’t know my limits. The idea that I don’t have limits at all.”
I said nothing, waiting for her to speak the truth of her fear.
She took a deep, shuddery breath. “And that is what draws you to me, isn’t it? You are absolutely fascinated by how far you can take me. You and Zi, both…”
She looked at me, her voice hoarse. “Is that all I am to you, a fucking science experiment?”
I shook my head, wanting badly to touch her, the soft rise and fall of Heidi’s chest a mountain between us.
“For the first time in a long time we found someone like us, brilliant and motivated and flawed. We love you because we know you. Because we are you, Meghan. What would you do if you returned to your old life — grocery shopping and fumbling first dates at the local theatre?”
She looked at me, biting her lip. I lowered my voice. “You will not just past the time with me, Meghan. You will not have one dull Saturday afternoon unless it is your wish to do so. I live, Meghan. And living, truly living, it is dangerous and it is exciting and it is not for the faint.”
“ I am alive , Meghan, and it is not for the weak.”
Her breath was heavy, the moment stretching the beating of my heart. Hear me, Meghan. Hear me.
She sighed. “Just – just let me think about it, okay? Give me the day, Lia. Please.”
I nodded and we watched Heidi sleep, sweet and vulnerable, a skewed, ragged ribbon around her throat.
This time, it was Meghan’s hand that touched the ribbon, her hand trailing slow down between Heidi's thighs.
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At the office, I showered and then I worked. I caught up on old work. I started and finished new work. When I began generating unnecessary work I slid my keyboard aside.
It was not yet lunchtime.
My phone remained silent. No messages or emails from Brenda. No messages from Meghan.
I needed a distraction. My mind wandered to Pamela, or Cindy. Perhaps Bob? Greg? All four, a combination – maybe use the conference room again?
No.
I collected my purse and Meghan’s. A drive will clear my head.
The garage elevator smelled like Meghan, her scent wafting from the purse on my arm. I stood in the corner, hands clenching the railing. The elevator door opened and closed again. I waited, breathing in the empty space. Breathing her in. Pushed the door button once more and stepped out.
Parked next to my car was a familiar looking black Honda, a beautiful woman behind its wheel.
I let loose the breath I had been holding since last night. Opened the passenger door and slipped in. Took in another deep, shuddery breath.
Brenda looked at me. “I knew you would be stir crazy today. You would either be fucking your brains out or driving.”
She put her car in gear. “I’m glad I chose correctly.”
I said nothing, enjoying just being with her. Was it only last night that I last saw her — it felt immeasurably longer. The sun hit her skin, glinting off the tight curls of her hair. I drank her in, every twitch of muscle a sign of whether she might leave me.
We pulled out of the parking garage, heading south. I couldn’t stop watching her, a frown and the flicker of an eye telling me she noticed.
“Stop, Lia. Let’s have a normal conversation. I will tell you how I feel, you will respond vocally, and in a similar, normal fashion.”
“Fair enough,” I said, looking out the window. Looking at her reflection in my window.
She caught my eye and shook her head. At a red light she opened the glove compartment, handing me a black piece of cloth.
“Put it on.”
I glanced at her but complied, the blindfold fitting neatly over my eyes.
She turned on the radio. I heard the noise of a cd case being opened; Reggae music began to play.
"Who has CDs anymore, Brenda?"
She turned
The Comforts of a Muddy Saturday