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|Fri, 05-05-2000 - 10:14pm|
Okay, quickie May exercise.... oh... I mean.... gee, I'm sorry... that's not
what I meant. Though I didn't spend a lot of time on this one. Do we get to try again?
You never know what you’re going to inherit.
I could see them well enough through the small, slanted window of the aft cabin, and I was suddenly glad my father no longer lived at home. I don’t suppose they thought anyone would be walking the docks at this time of night, or perhaps they thought there was nothing to see.
They were sitting on the small bunk and she was laughing. I had not seen her laugh before. She laughed open-mouthed and rocked a bit back and forth and her long blonde hair brushed his arm, his shoulder. He said something then and I could tell, by the tilt of his head, the droop of his eyelids, that he might kiss her. His lips just caressed the top of her head. She did not look up and I took that moment to get away, back to my car.
I don’t know what I expected to happen, but the look on my father’s face stayed with me. I knew that look. It was the feeling I got the first time I kissed Joanna, that look of submission to everything base and needy within. A hungry look. Joanna said she could always tell when I wanted to make love to her. She laughed about my “Oliver Twist” look, as she called it. She did a wonderful cockney accent.
“Please, sor. May I ‘ave som’ore?”
It delighted her as much as it wounded me. She was right of course; my desire for her was not ravenous or violent or even very manly. It was a starving child, begging.
I almost wished, thinking about it, that I had stayed to watch, a voyeur at my own lovemaking.