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MUCH REQUESTED PART 2 JUST CAME IN FROM CAROL.
PLEASE READ PART 1 FIRST:
http://flrcoach.tumblr.com/post/118385280814/true-story-from-carol-the-night-that-changed-our
We regrouped at the bar where Joe was occupying a stool and still sipping on an ice water. Reg took a seat and I pulled Joe and I found myself standing between my husband and Reg. I was a little dismayed that Joe didn’t offer me his seat, as my feet were worn out from all the dancing. Our bartender informed us it was last call and Reg was convincing enough get us to have one more shot. This time I didn’t flinch as I downed the Fireball Whiskey. Again, Joe struggled with his, but managed to get it down in good time. The cute bartender quickly delivered Joe another glass of water and with a giggle, said “I know you’ll need this”. Reg and I giggled as Joe thanked her.
Soon the lights came on, signaling it was time for us to leave. Damn it. For once I was having a great night. I know the look on my face told how sorry I was for this night to end. Joe anxiously rose to his feet and began fumbling with his keys, when Reg said,
“Hey, why don’t we all go to my condo for a nightcap? – I have a bottle of Fireball and it’s just a block away – we can walk”
Joe was ready to utter something when I impulsively said,
“We’d love to”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I wondered what had gotten into me. I knew Joe would be pissed, and I prepared myself for a rant, but it didn’t come. Reg stood up and motioned for us, as we followed him out the door. As we hit the street Reg pointed to a high rise visible from outside the bar,
“That’s my place”
True to his word, it was only a block away. As we walked the short block, the fresh air felt wonderful on my sweaty skin. Reg and I were talking about a local landmark that we passed when I realized that Joe was about a step behind us. I suddenly began to question myself
“what were we doing?”, i thought.
We just planned on a having a couple drinks and going home. Now look at us. Looked over my shoulder and glanced at Joe. Dutifully following while looking at the ground. He looked uncomfortable. I looked up at Reg, leading the way. His confidence and swagger were unmistakable. Before there was more time to ponder the circumstances of the night, we were being ushered in the elevator, and then Reg’s front door.
Reg’s condo was a nice sized place. Obviously a bachelor’s pad, but very well kept and modernly styled. He ushered us into the living room and ultimately onto a plush couch in front of his large entertainment/theater system. Joe and I both took a seat on the couch and Reg made his way into the open kitchen. He dug into a cupboard and true to his word produced a new bottle of Fireball Whiskey. Into another cupboard, and out came three matching shot glasses. Joe began begging off saying:
“Thanks man, but I think we’ve had en…”
Before he could finish his sentence I cut him off:
“Don’t be silly, Joe. Of course we’ll have another. Don’t be rude”
I know that the alcohol may have been impacting my judgement, but I was caught up in the moment. In the night. Joe’s protests ended and as Reg set the shot glasses down in front of us, I couldn’t help but acknowledge my excitement at Joe’s discomfort.
We drank the shots and Reg politely excused himself to the restroom. As soon as Reg was out of our site, Joe began:
“What are we doing here, Carol? We really need to get home”
I replied,
“Joe, we have nothing to get home too. Just relax and enjoy the night”
“But Carol, I….”
“Joe, don’t take that tone with me. We’re all adults here aren’t we?”
Frankly, my own tone towards Joe surprised me, but hey…
His protests ended just as Reg re-emerged. Reg put on some music that was decidedly more subdued them the thumping we dance to at the club and took a seat on the couch with us. Again, I found myself in between my husband and Reg. Only this time I realize my back was to my husband and my attention was focused on Reg. The alcohol was really doing it’s job. Reg was talking and I was listening, but WTF was he even saying? I don’t know, but I was engaged. Joe’s hand rested on my knee, but other then that, his presence was irrelevant. I tried to focus. I was aware that my husband was lightly rubbing my lower back. I scooted a little closer to Reg. Not fully knowing why. Reg leaned in and before I knew it, we were inches apart. He was still speaking. Smiling, laughing. I glanced at his crotch and observed that bulge again. I know he noticed it. Did Joe?
Reg’s hand found it’s way to my knee, where he respectfully rested it. I scooched closer. As I listened intently to his words, and gazed into his eyes, I found myself reaching back, taking my husbands hand, and removing it from my knee. I can’t believe I did that.
TO BE CONTINUED
