Her      Her

 by Laurie strode

  

 

 Disclaimer: they arent mine (sigh) but think of all the fun things I
could do if they were!!

 Author's Notes: I thank lisa, the goddess that will strike me dead if I
dont.

 Story Notes: 

 

 

 You must be asking why her. Of all the women that were after me how was
she so diffrent? well simpily, she is not. She is like every other woman
BEFORE you get to know her but even before I knew her I knew I could be
very happy with a person like her. 

 she was sexually attracted to me just as much as all the others in
chicago. People think I dont notice when a woman hits on me but I do. Just
because a woman makes a pass I have to dignafy it with a responce? Anyway
there she was, just as attracted to me as the rest and yet I hardly heard
a pass. Sure they were there if you looked deep enough but nothing
agrivating. 

 But that wasnt the only thing. She would ask me things, not about my
sexual behaviors, but about me. What was I reading, if I was hurt, she
cared about what was going on with me. 

 Those werent the only things either, I talked to Deif, she felt actually
guilty about having feelings for me. I laughed at first, but in the end I
just realized how lonely I was. How, if I had involved myself with a woman
like her I could actually be happy. But my realization was too late. I had
decided to ask for her to acompany me....anywhere, I just wanted to be
near her, get to know her. 

 My chance was gone, so what did I do? I went up north, which was the last
thing I should have done because every time I went to sleep I thought
about her. Her manner, her voice.  At first these feelings were begnine,
but later....... I began to dream of her. Her lips, hair, teeth, the
curves of her body, the way she moves to her desk......Well lets say I had
a lot  

 to explain to Ray a couple of mornings. 

 Speaking of Ray, I hope he apreciates how hard it was for me to sit by in
the living room of my SISTERS cabin while he was in her bedroom with her.
I now apriciate how Ray Vecchio felt when he thought I slept with his
sister. 

 When we returned to Chicago I thought I would see her, it was foolish of
me, I knew she was gone. Off to bigger and better things than hanging
around here. 

 But when I did see her, I didnt know what to do. The event played over
and over in my head, I would say this or do that. When the real situation
came, I was at a loss, probably because her eyes were even more beautiful
than I remembered. 

 She said hello and I ..........I fumbled, well rather bumbled like an
Idiot. She was paitient with me and my bumblings, she told me she hoped to
see me again and left. After that first meeting I realized I might be in
love with her. I didnt know who her parents were, or what kind of music
she liked, or even what her favorite food was, but I knew. 

 I now understand my father. I used to think with all that time away from
my mother he didnt know who she was, He couldnt tell what were her
favorite things, but I now understand you dont need to know those things
to know someones heart, I only wished I wasnt too late. 

 That brings me to today. We are watching TV, thats right I bought a TV,
and her head is in my lap. I smile as I look to her hand, my mother's
ring. I am happier now than I have ever been in my entire life. Sure its a
little akward at work, but then its akward for Ray and Maggie, and they
have been married longer than us. 

 "Ben I'm tired, can we go to bed after the hockey game?" She says, she
yawns to seal the deal, but I know she dosent want to sleep. 

 "Sure Elaine, there is just a few more minutes to the game." 

End Her by Laurie strode: laurie_strode22@yahoo.ca

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