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Well, I got tagged for another of the ongoing literary masterpieces that is the team story! This is known as a virus, and the instigator of this virus is one I Splotchy. Then it was transferred to Liberality. Now it has landed here, and I am to infect/tag at least one other person, and preferably more. I shall include the first two installments and then add mine. I hope you enjoy it, and those of you tagged, will carry on.
The bus was more crowded than usual. It was bitterly cold outside, and I hadn’t prepared for it. I noticed that a fair number of the riders were dressed curiously. As I glanced around, I stretched my feet and kicked up against a large, heavy cardboard box laying under the seat in front of me. (Splotchy)
The man who apparently owned the box glared at me and I moved my feet closer toward my seat and sat up straighter. Outside the wind was blowing hard and I watched out the window as the tree limbs swayed along the street and people clutched their scarves more closely about their heads as they made their way into the wind. We passed a building that had a flag pole and the flag it flew stood straight out and flapped angrily it seemed to me. I bemoaned my fate of having forgotten my hat, gloves and scarf on such a miserable day but I had been running late and had to get to the bus stop if I wanted to get to work on time.
After a few moments of surveying the frigid scene outside my window I returned my attention to my fellow passengers on the bus and noted with some alarm that one woman was so bundled up in her hat, coat, and heavy wool scarf that it was hard to even see her face. Another man sitting next to the gentleman with the cardboard box wore a jumpsuit which I found very peculiar indeed. He was sitting quietly with his eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping. My gaze upon him though brought his eyes open with a snap and he stared straight into my eyes with a most hypnotic gaze. His eyes were a bright light green. I had never seen such beautiful green eyes and could not look away. It reminded me of that famous photo taken of the Afghan girl, the eyes were so striking and fierce even. I tried to look away but it was impossible. (Liberality)
All too quickly, I felt the familiar warmth in my loins. My heart began to beat faster. This was insane, but then, it always was. Insane because the bus is sure a lousy place to attempt a “quickie” on, and that would make me late for work for sure.
As my cheeks began to color and I continued to stare, my eyes dilated even more as the lust began to pound inside my brain. Dr. James had warned me of this. Without medication, I would be forced to contend with these desires in other ways, behavioral therapy he called it.
I tried to recall the steps, all the while fighting down the urge to learn forward to get a whiff of the cologne, which always served to further excite me. Was that Old Spice? My nose twitched. A bead of perspiration began to form along my upper lip, and I struggled to remember the mantra, the mantra of my salvation.
There was nothing remotely exciting about a man in a jump suit after all. There was no reason to find this man attractive, but for the green eyes, that seemed to be limpid pools of cool water, water that would relieve the growing heat. I was for all intends and purposes in the throes of a menopausal heat flash, although I was but 37 years old.
I clenched my teeth, forced my eyes back to the window, and repeated silently, “an orgasm is not worth losing my job over, an orgasm is not worth losing my health over, an orgasm is not worth losing my marriage over.” Suddenly I could feel a pull, one that felt real, not just imaginary. I was forced, against my will, however weak it was, to turn my gaze once more to the jump suited male. I slight smile now creased his face, and I knew, knew without reason, but knew anyway. He KNEW!
He knew what was happening to me and he was enjoying the tension, the tease, and the fight I was engaged in! He slowly raised a hand, and ran his forefinger along the side of his nose in the most lascivious manner imaginable. I saw it, knew what it meant, yet to anyone else, it was but the haphazard touching we all do, meaningless but to myself.
I struggled up from my seat, and made my way to the front of the bus. I felt my coat brush against him as I passed, and it seared me to the bone. No more thoughts of not having a scarf or hat or gloves, my body was on fire with desire. My only hope was to escape quickly. The bus stopped, and I fairly lept down the steps. I hurried away as the bus pulled off, noting in a feverish look that I had three blocks to walk to my office building now.
I crept along the building side of the walk, not daring to look up. As I stumbled to the curb, I stepped off without looking. A hand reached out and caught me, pulling me back, as a car sped by. I looked up, thankfully, still dazed by the experience. I looked up into green eyes.
I tag Jeannelle from Midlife at Farmlight, and Chani at Finding My Way Home, and Ruth at Ruth’s Visions and Revisions
I am most blessed to be a member of Christ Church in Cedar Rapids. It is a vibrant and passionate parish, filled to the brim with people who are true disciples of Christ.
Existential Ennui 