Club Fantasy by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd Page B

mentioned several times that she’d had disturbing dreams on nights which usually coincided with particularly arousing photo sessions. Although Marcy didn’t want to discuss the nature of the dreams, Jenna was sure that her sister was somehow picking up on her excitement. She chuckled when she thought about it. She was becoming a master of amateur erotic videos and her sister was too prudish to discuss her erotic dreams.
    One late August afternoon Jenna answered the doorbell to find a man with a large, gift-wrapped, deep gold chrysanthemum plant. “Ms. Jenna Bryant?”
    â€œThat’s me.”
    â€œSign here.” The delivery man thrust a pad at her and she signed where he indicated.
    In the kitchen Jenna set the plant on the table and found a card pinned to the bright yellow bow. “It’s been three months and I hope things are going well. I miss you and hope we can chat soon. Remember above everything, I’m a friend.” The note was signed “Glen.”
    Jenna sat down and stared at the card. Glen. Although she was busy, he was still in her thoughts. She didn’t regret what she’d done at all, but she lamented the fact that such a great guy wasn’t growing in the same way she was. Damn. I don’t want to go back. I just wish he were here and part of this life.
    Later, when Chloe spotted the flowers in the middle of the kitchen table, Jenna handed her the note. “He’s really very sweet,” Jenna said. “I wouldn’t have talked to him on the phone, but this is a nice way for him to stay in touch.”
    â€œHe sounds so sweet,” Chloe said, gently.
    â€œI want him to find someone else.”
    â€œBut you’re complimented too. It’s great to have someone care about you.”
    Jenna’s smile widened. “Yeah, it is.”
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    Marcy visited for the Labor Day weekend and Jenna was delighted to see her after all their months apart. Although they talked almost every day on the phone, seeing her sister in person was so much better. They hugged and giggled at the airport and on the taxi ride into Manhattan.
    Jenna and Chloe had removed the camera equipment and spruced up the “motel room” so that Marcy would be comfortable staying in it. Jenna had worried about how her conservative sister and free-speaking friend would get along but, although not immediately bosom buddies, the two seemed to hit it off better than Jenna had hoped.
    For the next two days the two women showed Marcy around the city that Jenna was coming to love more and more each day. They did all the tourist things. They took a double-decker bus around Midtown, then spent the afternoon at the Bronx Zoo. On Sunday they joined the mobs and took the boat to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, then walked around Battery Park. Chloe had plans on Monday, so the twins took the Circle Line, then walked north to the Intrepid Sea-Air-Space Museum.
    Jenna introduced Marcy to more exotic ethnic foods than were available in their hometown. They ate everything from souvlakis to pad thai, from West Indian jerk chicken to Indonesian curry. The conversation ranged over all subjects except sex. Jenna told her sister about her male friends, both laughing about their foibles and extolling their virtues.
    Monday afternoon, over a late lunch, Jenna told Marcy about Glen’s flowers. “I thought it was such a nice thing to do,” Jenna said. “Thoughtful but not intrusive.”
    â€œWe have dinner occasionally. He’s really trying to strike the right balance. He’s not going to push but he’s not ready to move on, either. How do you feel about him, now that you’ve had time apart?”
    â€œI’m not sure at all,” Jenna said. “I go days without thinking about him and then something happens, a phrase someone uses or the smell of the same after-shave he wears, and he jumps back into my mind and I remember all the good