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The Ferris Wheel

Peter A. Weiss

Copyright © 2017 by Peter Weiss

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This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

(11th and final installment)

So it was anticlimactic. His alarm went off at seven but Lilly was already up. She’d set her alarm for six-thirty. She stood over him, naked, clad only in his football jacket.

“I’m famished,” she said. “Let’s grab a shower and get something to eat. My treat.”

“Okay.” Paul stood up, kissed her, spread the jacket so he could look at her. Lilly stood there for him, unshy, smiling and flashing her dimples. She let the jacket fall away and turned fully around as if she were a model.

“Now you,” she said.

Paul dropped his skivvies and stood before her. The second she touched him, he sprayed her. Realizing what was happening, she helped him along and laughed a deep belly laugh. “Damn,” she said. She kissed him and kissed him, then she led him to the bathroom where they brushed their teeth, both using his toothbrush.

“Couldn’t help it,” he said. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry with me, Paul. Don’t ever be sorry.”

In the shower, she taught him everything she liked so that after she’d caught up to him, and not before, she helped him strip away his innocence.

“Wasn’t quite what I expected,” he said while he was drying her back.

“Or me.”

“What’d you expect?”

“Probably what you did, a nice long… You know. Plenty of foreplay then plenty of horseback riding.”

“Well, what are we going to do about it?”

“We still have three nights. I’ll give you a pass and you can hang out with me. When it gets late, you can go home and I’ll meet you here.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“If you fall asleep, I’m waking you up.”

“Deal.”

All dried, they stood naked before each other. They hugged and kissed. Then Lilly saw the clock and knew she had to go.

“You know, if I just worked there, I’d blow off the whole three days. It’s different when you own the business.”

“I suppose it is,” said Paul. “I’m just a working class kid, so I wouldn’t know about owning a business.”

“I won’t even be late,” said Lilly. “I have to set the example.” She started for the living room where she’d slept. “Get dressed and follow me in your car. When we get there, I’ll fix you up with a pass, do a couple of things in the office and then we can get something to eat.”

Paul grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. He kissed like he’d never kissed anyone and he held her so tight she was breathless.

“Lilly…,” he started. But she put a finger to his lips to stop him.

“We roll out of here Tuesday morning. I may never see you again. So don’t do anything but enjoy the time we have.”

“I was just gonna tell you I’m not a big star. I’m just a pretty good linebacker and a very regular guy.”

“Never sell yourself short, honey.” Lilly stepped into her panties, put on her bra and quickly finished dressing. Paul hurried so she wouldn’t be late.

The End

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