hands, kissed me, and said, “But you won’t, will you, Sir Justice of the Night? Knights always help damsels in distress, don’t they? It’s in their blood. They can’t help themselves, can they?”
“Cute,” I quipped as I tried to scoot away from her. “And why is it that I just can’t say no and walk away from this?”
That strong, manly resolve was already on very shaky ground. Nora must have sensed it, and she was ready for the kill shot. She resorted to one of the dirtiest tricks in the book: she stuck her hot, moist tongue in my ear and nibbled at my earlobe while her right hand slithered ever so sensuously down my midriff. This was a battle I was already prepared to lose.
“Because,” she said as she pushed me back down and straddled me with those strong, tanned legs, “Mr. Justice, you are one of the really good guys, which is the reason I am here.”
“You better believe it, lady.” She was driving me a little wild.
“And you know what else?”
“Enlighten me, please.”
“Because you have a big heart, Mr. Justice.”
I was in a state of bliss. “That right?”
And just like that, her sexual teasing came to an end. She eased herself up and stretched her naked splendor on top of me and gently kissed my lips. The tender kiss promptly descended into a wanton sparring of tongues.
This passionate exchange was over in less than a minute. Nora held my face with both hands and slowly pulled away from me, her eyes boring into mine, studying me. She then came closer and tenderly kissed my eyes something she had never done before. As far as I could recall, only my mother had ever kissed me that way. After that tender moment, Nora slid off me and lay beside me, a lean and shapely leg folded over mine. And then she uttered something that would forever change the character of what had thus far been the very best, most desirable relationship I had ever known.
“I’m falling in love with you, Jason.”
A sudden pang of dread invaded every inch of my body. We were doomed.
Eight
It was already too late. I felt my world rapidly spinning out of control, careening into a dark oblivion at Mach 5 with little hope of a survivable landing.
The dreaded words shattered the silence with a thunderous force. The beast had been set free, and any attempt to rein it in now would be futile. This was territory we both had agreed not to dive into. She had crossed that imaginary demarcation line, a line as important as the border between two uneasy neighbors, like the Rio Grande in Texas or the thirty-eighth parallel on the Korean peninsula. You just didn’t go there without calling first. Spontaneous or not, those words forever changed the nature of the relationship. She knew it as well as I did. A pact had been broken. Emotions would be involved. No good could ever come of it.
The long, heavy silence lasted longer than it should, the sheer weight of it pressing down on both of us. The drumming of the rain on fiberglass surfaces above became the only sound in the universe. I could also hear the incessant soft clang of rope against hollow metal most likely a line on one of the nearby sailboats beating against the aluminum mast. I could no longer hear her breathing. Or mine. It was as if our vital signs had ceased, stifled by the stark realization of what had just happened and could never be undone. Shit.
And then she did something that took me completely off guard. She put her hand over her eyes as though caught in an embarrassing situation. Had she come to the same realization as I? I didn’t know whether to feel relief or be even more worried.
The silence dragged on.
Then she did something even more unexpected: she began to laugh. It started as a little laugh that became louder the longer it went on, as if she had heard one of the best punch lines in the world and was just now figuring it out. I wasn’t sure whether to be concerned or offended.
“I’m sorry, Jason.” She was trying hard to control
“Cute,” I quipped as I tried to scoot away from her. “And why is it that I just can’t say no and walk away from this?”
That strong, manly resolve was already on very shaky ground. Nora must have sensed it, and she was ready for the kill shot. She resorted to one of the dirtiest tricks in the book: she stuck her hot, moist tongue in my ear and nibbled at my earlobe while her right hand slithered ever so sensuously down my midriff. This was a battle I was already prepared to lose.
“Because,” she said as she pushed me back down and straddled me with those strong, tanned legs, “Mr. Justice, you are one of the really good guys, which is the reason I am here.”
“You better believe it, lady.” She was driving me a little wild.
“And you know what else?”
“Enlighten me, please.”
“Because you have a big heart, Mr. Justice.”
I was in a state of bliss. “That right?”
And just like that, her sexual teasing came to an end. She eased herself up and stretched her naked splendor on top of me and gently kissed my lips. The tender kiss promptly descended into a wanton sparring of tongues.
This passionate exchange was over in less than a minute. Nora held my face with both hands and slowly pulled away from me, her eyes boring into mine, studying me. She then came closer and tenderly kissed my eyes something she had never done before. As far as I could recall, only my mother had ever kissed me that way. After that tender moment, Nora slid off me and lay beside me, a lean and shapely leg folded over mine. And then she uttered something that would forever change the character of what had thus far been the very best, most desirable relationship I had ever known.
“I’m falling in love with you, Jason.”
A sudden pang of dread invaded every inch of my body. We were doomed.
Eight
It was already too late. I felt my world rapidly spinning out of control, careening into a dark oblivion at Mach 5 with little hope of a survivable landing.
The dreaded words shattered the silence with a thunderous force. The beast had been set free, and any attempt to rein it in now would be futile. This was territory we both had agreed not to dive into. She had crossed that imaginary demarcation line, a line as important as the border between two uneasy neighbors, like the Rio Grande in Texas or the thirty-eighth parallel on the Korean peninsula. You just didn’t go there without calling first. Spontaneous or not, those words forever changed the nature of the relationship. She knew it as well as I did. A pact had been broken. Emotions would be involved. No good could ever come of it.
The long, heavy silence lasted longer than it should, the sheer weight of it pressing down on both of us. The drumming of the rain on fiberglass surfaces above became the only sound in the universe. I could also hear the incessant soft clang of rope against hollow metal most likely a line on one of the nearby sailboats beating against the aluminum mast. I could no longer hear her breathing. Or mine. It was as if our vital signs had ceased, stifled by the stark realization of what had just happened and could never be undone. Shit.
And then she did something that took me completely off guard. She put her hand over her eyes as though caught in an embarrassing situation. Had she come to the same realization as I? I didn’t know whether to feel relief or be even more worried.
The silence dragged on.
Then she did something even more unexpected: she began to laugh. It started as a little laugh that became louder the longer it went on, as if she had heard one of the best punch lines in the world and was just now figuring it out. I wasn’t sure whether to be concerned or offended.
“I’m sorry, Jason.” She was trying hard to control
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