The Plan
I was a bit apprehensive about our meeting the next night. I was still confused about what had taken place in the motel. Still, I wanted to see her again, to discuss the plan she had so cleverly devised. She would meet me at my place this time. I couldn’t ask her to come to the motel again, now could I? It would’ve sent an entirely wrong message, I thought.
So why was I so nervous about this? I asked myself going through my regular chores at the house. I’d spoken with Harge on the phone and it had been perfectly cordial. Rindy was doing okay, and so was he. I could’ve sworn he sounded a bit gleeful though I had no idea why. Anyway, I was happy to put an end to that call.
The doorbell rang at 8 sharp, and there she was standing behind the front door looking quite the same as I remembered. For a moment we didn’t say a word, just kept staring at one another. My heart was pounding rather heavily, something I don’t recall having happened – well, ever before.
And then she jumped me. That little girl who seemed to be staring at me quite sullenly pushed me roughly on the floor and literally jumped me. Jesus, I had no idea she had it in her.
And I let her, oh god how I let her. It felt like she had multiple pairs of hands working their way inside my blouse, my skirt, my stockings. I could feel her breathing heavily on my neck and into my ear. Her mouth came onto mine as molten lava if you pardon me such a cliché. It just really felt like it. The front door was still open, and I gestured breathlessly for her to close it before we took our fervent get-together any further. Her eyes aflame, she finally understood my meaning and ran to close it.
“Bed!” she exclaimed as if she were somehow half-witted or otherwise verbally challenged. Sensing the whereabouts of the desired location, she grabbed my hand and started dragging me up the stairs. We made a dash for it and collapsed on my king size mattress. What happened after makes even me, the loving mother and the recognized society lady, blush even now as I remember it. It was as if our bodies were made of some material that when put together they instantly created desire. My god, between those silk sheets of mine we possessed a miracle!
What started as a frenzied rendez-vouz fulfilling our breathless appetites eventually took a more meditative nature. Well, it did take three or four turns of unadulterated joy of seeing us both come gloriously undone. Out of breath, she crawled on top of me and looked me straight in the eyes. "Hey Carol..." she said smiling disarmingly. "...if I may call you Carol?" she added a bit apprehensively. "Well, I'd find it rather peculiar if you were to call me Mrs Aird your lips still glistening of me..." I answered. She smiled adoringly at me.
"Therese, what is it you want from me?" I couldn't hide a certain vulnerability evident in my voice. She moved up so close her delicate features were almost a blur only the green eyes sparkling like dark malachite stones from some distant planet. "Carol, I love you," she said simply as if she'd said "I'm hungry" or "It's raining outside". It came out so easily, so matter-of-factly, I didn't doubt her for a second. Not knowing what to say I just fondled her ear as if she were a puppy. "I'll be right back," I said. I needed to take a moment and just stare at the wash basin in the bathroom.
This is not happening, I thought taking a deep breath. I could feel her presence in the other room waiting for my return, and I wanted to go back. I wanted to go to her more than anything and speak the words I had never uttered to a living soul other than my daughter. I loved everything about her, my beautiful stalker, though before that very moment I hadn't known I needed a stalker in my life. The idea of her not following me around seemed suddenly terrifying and very lonely.
When I got back Therese was sitting up her arms curled around her knees. She looked somewhat hurt and I couldn't blame her. I guess I had stayed in the bloody bathroom too long. I went to her and cupped her face as if she were a child and me her mother. No, that can't be right. As if she were an angel flung out of space and me an older woman catching her. "Therese, this isn't the time and the place..." She looked at me curiously. "Are you afraid?" I shook my head. "No, I'm not afraid." The only thing I was scared of was her youth and the stubbornness she seemed to carry around like an overnight bag.
It was an odd pillow talk that followed. First she laid out her plan: 1) she would tail Harge instead and provide me with the needed proof of his extramarital activities. I was sure there were plenty, I had had my share of uncomfortable encounters with his floosies, but I was quite worried whether Therese could pull out a real surveillance job. She gave me her loveliest smile and convinced me she would this time be quite the professional; 2) she would follow me around in order to make me look like the mother of the year - all I had to do was visit children's hospitals, orphanages, charity functions and Rindy's school's bake sales - she would make damn sure I'd have the divorce court judge weeping out of sheer happiness to have met a do-gooder like me.
I liked the sound of it. I also liked having her tell me all that without any clothes on whatsoever. By the time we got to the point she mentioned the bake sales I was so damned turned on I could hardly think straight. When she mentioned the judge part she was already straddling me and all I could think was that the do-gooder in me really wanted to do her good.
Afterwards I was quite spent having never experienced anything quite so intense and ongoing in my life. I thought we'd surely fall asleep for the rest of the night. Smiling deviously, she said she however had something she wanted to show me; something she'd snatched to herself and which couldn't hurt us in any way anymore. "Let's take a look at it - just for the heck of it..."
The memory stick and the incredibly hot stuff on it. Jesus, Mary and Joseph... we didn't even get through half of the pictures!