Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Pressure - Day 6

At noon on Saturday, she listened to the voice mail message on her cell phone .

"Room 204", the caller said before hanging up.

She got up from the sofa, stretched, and looked out the window.  Her husband was outside working on the car.  She wondered why she just felt tired of it all.

It had been such fun at first.  It had been exciting and even thrilling, but the thrill was gone.  Now she just felt empty.

She freshened up her make up and thought about excuses.  Should she say she was going shopping?  Maybe she would say she was meeting a friend for lunch.  Oh hell, it really didn't matter what she said.

She grabbed the car keys and with a last look in the mirror, she walked outside.  She called out to her husband, "I'm going out to the beach for a while."  He waved at her rolling out from under the car  and said "Have fun!"  She drove down to the beach and turned onto the Great Highway going South along the coastline of the Pacific Ocean.  A few miles from the City, she turned off and pulled into the motel parking lot.  She parked, checked her lipstick and walked in.  Room 204 would be on the 2nd  floor.   Good!  It would have a view.

She knocked quietly and the door was thrown open immediately.  He pulled her into the room and pushed on the safety lock.  She looked at him and saw his hazel green eyes and his dark brown wavy hair.  He was smiling at her like she was his Christmas present.  He was dressed as usual in his jeans and a flannel shirt and she thought how young and handsome he looked.  "I've opened some wine, Honey.  Should I pour you a glass?"  She nodded her assent and walked to the window.

He walked over to her as she was gazing out at the ocean and put the two glasses of Cabernet on the table.  He tried to pull her close for a kiss and she slightly turned her head to avoid his lips.  "We have to talk", she murmured.  He looked confused for a moment and then with an artificial little laugh, he said,  "Do I need to sit down for this."  She gave him a small weary smile.  They sat down in front of the picture window and picked up their wine glasses.  They clinked glasses and took a sip.

"What's the matter, Honey?", he asked.  Without looking at him, she said "This has got to stop."  He got up from his chair and walked over to her.  "Why?" he asked.  "I love you.".  She shook her head and said "No you don't.  You love the excitement and the danger of what we are doing.  You don't even know me."  He sat back down in his chair, looking at her without saying a word.  "I do care about you," she said gently.  "But it's over now."  He asked her, "Can you tell me why?" and she responded, "Because it is."

She picked up her bag and walked out of the room, walked down the stairs, and through the lobby.  She went out to her car and put the key in the ignition.  For just a moment, she put her head down on her arms and felt sadness.  He was a lovely man and he had been very kind to her.  It had been fun for a while.  She had felt very alive for a while.

But now,  mainly, she felt a great relief from the pressure.

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