Taste of Tuesday: Sands of Time
 
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Posted by: brucesarte 7/20/2009
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I wrapped my arm around her tiny shoulders as she helped
me up.  Her shoulders felt so nice.
“We’re friends, Sam.  I wish you would let me help you.  Let me be there for you—I can listen.”  
But I’m not sure if she was actually talking to me.  She could have simply been talking out of frustration.  She helped me out to the carriage house I lived in just behind the inn, then guided me into my room and sat me on my bed.  Wow, I thought, she is really beautiful.  Her dark hair and warm chestnut eyes looked so understanding and comfortable and… forgiving.  She was looking at me, our faces inches apart—that was because my arms were still around her shoulders.
“Sam, sit down and I’ll help you into bed.”
Help me into bed?  Sounds like a plan to me.  My arms slowly retreated from her soft and delicate shoulders.  Her body was thin and fit—apparently, she exercised and took care of herself.  Wow, she is beautiful; did I say that already? 
I tend to repeat myself when Jack is around… My hands paused at the small of her back, but my drunken attempt to pull her toward me was clumsily thwarted by my lack of motor skills.  My arms fell harmlessly away onto the bed.  I looked up at her while she reached down to help me swing my legs up into bed.  She didn’t seem to notice that, as she pulled the covers back, her small yet firm breasts brushed my cheek.  And I turned and kissed her left breast ever so lightly.  She paused… slightly, just for a moment, and then continued.  Not saying a word. 
She was trying to help me get into bed slowly, but I really fell into bed at that point.  She turned to leave.
“Nat?”
“Yes, Sam?”
“Stay here… with me… tonight, please?”
“Sam, you know I can’t do that.”
“Oh, no,” I slurred, “don’t worry; it won’t be a problem, I promise.  It won’t be weird or anything… I just…”
“Sam, someone has to be at the front desk.”  She glanced back at me with a smile that was mixed worry with concern.  “I have to go.”  And she quickly but quietly closed the door.  I think I was asleep before the door latched shut.  I’m such an ass sometimes.

Sometimes?

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