you should need to vomit, so there's no
excuse. If you have to slobber, slobber, but don't chew up the
seats. Okay?"
As Charlie ate his baked flounder and Liz
ate her salmon Caesar salad, Charlie decided that the date had gone
from "much less painful than he would have expected" to "absolutely
fantastic." By the time they'd finished their crab cake appetizers
her physical appearance didn't bother him at all. In fact, her
smile and the way her eyes lit up when she spoke made her more
appealing to look at than a lot of genuinely pretty women he knew.
And she was easy to talk to. Almost as easy as Kutter, and the best
part was that she talked back.
They had similar tastes in movies and
television shows, both hated sports, had differing political views
(Liz was a passionate Democrat, while Charlie had no interest in
the subject whatsoever and had never voted in a single election),
both read very few books, and neither had travelled extensively.
Charlie wasn't thrilled with her choice of dessert, since bread
pudding was among the nastiest concoctions ever devised by
humankind, but he happily shared it with her.
She asked if he wanted to go back to her
place to watch a movie, and he enthusiastically accepted her
offer.
Aside from a drool mark on the steering
wheel, Kutter hadn't harmed his vehicle.
Liz apologized for the
condition of her apartment, which was only sparsely furnished and
had boxes everywhere, but Charlie didn't mind. It was a nice little
apartment, and he was glad that she hadn't asked to continue their
date at his house. Kutter and Cooper chased each other around the
apartment until finally both dogs fell asleep halfway
through When Harry Met
Sally . When the movie ended, Liz asked if
he wanted her to put in another one. Charlie said sure. A moment
later he realized that "sure" wasn't the answer she was looking
for, but it was too late to change course now. She put in 9 1/2 Weeks .
About half an hour into the movie, she asked
if he wanted to kiss her, and this time Charlie gave the right
answer. Her lips were...perfect.
Half an hour after that, she asked if he
wanted to move to the bedroom. He gave the right answer to that,
too.
- 11 -
Charlie lay in bed, Liz asleep next to him,
thinking that he'd never felt so content. He was pretty sure his
performance hadn't been very good, but she'd seemed reasonably
satisfied and she certainly hadn't complained. Charlie figured he
had the benefit of her two-year dry spell working in his favor.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, Liz
woke up and began to kiss his chest. "Are you still frisky?" she
asked.
Charlie nodded.
"We should do it in a way that honors our
doggies," she said, getting on her hands and knees.
Charlie spent all day Sunday at Liz's
apartment. They watched a couple of movies and took the dogs for a
couple of walks, but spent most of the time in bed. Charlie tried
to imagine her strapped down to the table in his basement. It was a
repellent image.
He left Sunday night with a kiss and a
promise to see her again after work the next day.
* * *
Alicia walked over to his desk as soon as he
sat down the next morning.
"You are such a slut," she
whispered. Charlie felt his face turn red and his ears burn as she
walked back around the corner, giggling.
* * *
"So do you think I have a girlfriend now?"
Charlie asked Kutter, as he put on the dog's leash right after
getting home. "I was only there one night, so I guess it counts as
a one night stand, but I spent all day there, too. Don't you
usually leave first thing in the morning if it's a one night
stand?"
Kutter, as always, provided no useful
feedback.
When Charlie went over to her apartment, Liz
greeted him wearing nothing but a string bikini and some freshly
applied chocolate on her nipples. Charlie decided that she was
indeed his girlfriend.
* * *
March 24th. The night of the new hunt.
It used to be like Christmas six times a
year. In the days prior to a hunt, he'd be so filled
excuse. If you have to slobber, slobber, but don't chew up the
seats. Okay?"
As Charlie ate his baked flounder and Liz
ate her salmon Caesar salad, Charlie decided that the date had gone
from "much less painful than he would have expected" to "absolutely
fantastic." By the time they'd finished their crab cake appetizers
her physical appearance didn't bother him at all. In fact, her
smile and the way her eyes lit up when she spoke made her more
appealing to look at than a lot of genuinely pretty women he knew.
And she was easy to talk to. Almost as easy as Kutter, and the best
part was that she talked back.
They had similar tastes in movies and
television shows, both hated sports, had differing political views
(Liz was a passionate Democrat, while Charlie had no interest in
the subject whatsoever and had never voted in a single election),
both read very few books, and neither had travelled extensively.
Charlie wasn't thrilled with her choice of dessert, since bread
pudding was among the nastiest concoctions ever devised by
humankind, but he happily shared it with her.
She asked if he wanted to go back to her
place to watch a movie, and he enthusiastically accepted her
offer.
Aside from a drool mark on the steering
wheel, Kutter hadn't harmed his vehicle.
Liz apologized for the
condition of her apartment, which was only sparsely furnished and
had boxes everywhere, but Charlie didn't mind. It was a nice little
apartment, and he was glad that she hadn't asked to continue their
date at his house. Kutter and Cooper chased each other around the
apartment until finally both dogs fell asleep halfway
through When Harry Met
Sally . When the movie ended, Liz asked if
he wanted her to put in another one. Charlie said sure. A moment
later he realized that "sure" wasn't the answer she was looking
for, but it was too late to change course now. She put in 9 1/2 Weeks .
About half an hour into the movie, she asked
if he wanted to kiss her, and this time Charlie gave the right
answer. Her lips were...perfect.
Half an hour after that, she asked if he
wanted to move to the bedroom. He gave the right answer to that,
too.
- 11 -
Charlie lay in bed, Liz asleep next to him,
thinking that he'd never felt so content. He was pretty sure his
performance hadn't been very good, but she'd seemed reasonably
satisfied and she certainly hadn't complained. Charlie figured he
had the benefit of her two-year dry spell working in his favor.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, Liz
woke up and began to kiss his chest. "Are you still frisky?" she
asked.
Charlie nodded.
"We should do it in a way that honors our
doggies," she said, getting on her hands and knees.
Charlie spent all day Sunday at Liz's
apartment. They watched a couple of movies and took the dogs for a
couple of walks, but spent most of the time in bed. Charlie tried
to imagine her strapped down to the table in his basement. It was a
repellent image.
He left Sunday night with a kiss and a
promise to see her again after work the next day.
* * *
Alicia walked over to his desk as soon as he
sat down the next morning.
"You are such a slut," she
whispered. Charlie felt his face turn red and his ears burn as she
walked back around the corner, giggling.
* * *
"So do you think I have a girlfriend now?"
Charlie asked Kutter, as he put on the dog's leash right after
getting home. "I was only there one night, so I guess it counts as
a one night stand, but I spent all day there, too. Don't you
usually leave first thing in the morning if it's a one night
stand?"
Kutter, as always, provided no useful
feedback.
When Charlie went over to her apartment, Liz
greeted him wearing nothing but a string bikini and some freshly
applied chocolate on her nipples. Charlie decided that she was
indeed his girlfriend.
* * *
March 24th. The night of the new hunt.
It used to be like Christmas six times a
year. In the days prior to a hunt, he'd be so filled
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