Part 1 👉
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He hated that she could still stir those feelings in him - that body, those full lips . . .
"Ya know Ellen, I still . . ."
"I need money Alan" she flatly interrupted
The sudden shift caused him to take a heavy pull on his drink, feeling a bit stupid for what he was about to say
"how much?"
"30 thousand"
he laughed outloud at the idea
"yeah, ok" he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes toward her.
Her face was completely blank of expression
"I will pay you back" she said, mustering the slight bit of sincerity that she was able. She hated having to turn to him but had no other options.
. . . .
"Ellen, its still mor . . ."
"make me another fucking drink!" She demanded, shoving her glass at him.
"you're serious? 30 thousand dollars?"
"you think its easy for me to turn to you for help?"
"well, I mean . . . Why? Whats going on?"
"They are going to foreclose on my house" the dread in her voice apparent
"your house"
"ya know what! Fuck you Alan! I knew this was a mistake!" She snapped harshly at him - stood up and headed towards the door.
"ok, ok - hang on second - just hang on a second, dont go"
she paused, hand on the doorknob
"come on, sit back down"
. . . .
The scene was set, discordant poetry in motion.
The human psyche dabbling in dirty dealings.
Coming apart and back together again,
in a different light
. . . .
Time did what time (and alcohol) does, the details were spelled out and emotions roller-coasted a bit, and they both took a deep breath.
"Thats alot of money Ellen, where would I - I mean, how would I come up with that much?"
He couldnt help but notice her skirt had worked its way up her leg - he always loved those legs.
"I'll let you fuck me" she blurted out, with just the hint of a slur
"oh you will, will you? How generous"
They both snickered at the obsurdity of it all, getting drunk midday with each other - violent enemies not all that long ago.
"im serious" she said, crossing her legs over the other way, the skirt sliding a bit higher
"baby you were good, but not that good" he chuckled.
"fuck you!"
"well, I mean - 30 grand! Come on - it'd damn well be more than once!"
"ok, how many times"
his mind was spinning "what the fuck am I doing?"
she sat quietly, legs crossed - her foot gently swinging up and down - arms crossed and holding her drink. It was interesting to see her in this light - he was getting aroused in a way that was foreign to him.
"you're drunk"
"phff, im not dunk"
. . . .
Alan paced the room, nervous - the implications . . .
12:30 - the knock he had been waiting for (at 12)
"come in, how are you feeling?"
"not so good, my head hurts"
"well, you're certainly looking good - wow!"
heels, loose white blouse, stalkings, and a skirt shorter than she had ever worn when they were together.
This time it was coffee, and a bit of awkward flirting, mostly on his part.
They both realized this was actually happening.
"we need to discuss terms"
"yeah, and?" She replied 'snarkily'
He reached for her leg and she slapped his hand away.
"ok, twice a week until its paid back, and I get to do those things you wouldnt let me do"
"once a month" she retorted "I think I can stomach that - and NO, you're not doing 'those things' to me"
end of part 2