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“They don’t need me.”
“Really? That is not the impression I got.”
She turned to look me in the eyes, “They are better off without me.”
“No, what you mean is that it is easier for you if you move across the country.”
She sat up, angry at me. “What would you know about it?”
I grabbed her waist preventing her from stalking off mad. “Hey, I would know plenty. I ran away five years ago.” She sat back down facing me this time. “I was a professor at NYU. I taught criminology. I lived here with the love of my life. She was a loan officer at a bank downtown. She had the most brilliant blue eyes I have ever seen. She was loved by everyone she met. She had a wonderful way with people. I would go down to the bank sometimes just to watch her interact with her customers.” I paused. I didn’t want to cry but I could feel them welling up.
“What happened to Tara?” I jumped, I know I did. I know my eyes went wide with surprise. She blushed, “You talk in your sleep.”
“Oh.” I closed my eyes, letting Tara fully invade my thoughts. “There was a robbery. She didn’t even make it to the hospital.” She went to hold me but I waved her off. “I didn’t know about it until I came home that evening. I didn’t get to say goodbye.”
“You stopped teaching?”
“Yes, I joined the police force.” I scoffed at myself. “Over on the desk I have a file full of job offers. Instead I waste my PhD catching pimps and thugs.”
“Why don’t you go back?”
“Why do you want to move to New York?” I challenged her.
“Fair enough,” she takes my hand. “Come on, I am cold.”
There was no way that she was cold but I let her lead me back to the bedroom. For the next two hours we had sex. It was slower this time. We both took the time to learn each other bodies. By the last time I knew her well. We lay in each others arms as the sun came up.
When I woke up she was gone.
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That was excellent, yeah it was sad but…thats life!!! and you wrote this beautifully! Thanks loved it .
THis is so hot and amazing your play on words is awesome. I can’t say enough to how taken with this I am. THanks V
Brilliant! Absolutely Brilliant! Please update again soon.
Thank you for posting this, it was amazing from the very first word to the last. So many feelings and emotions. As for the erotic part of the story, these lines were the best: “I slid out of the car. I didn’t look to see if she was following me. I got the confirmation I needed as her heels hit the wood of the stairs.” It somehow sounds very sexy, it must be the atmosphere you created with your writing. Once again, thanks for this brilliant story.
this was heartbreaking and poignant…thanks
That was so sad and heartbreaking, Life doe go on,with or without your love ones. Tina,Angekica and the gang thanks
Gee that was sad and heartbreaking. Great story though. Thanks for the post.
Your command of words just takes my breath away. I have never read anything so beautifully written yet heartbreaking at the same time. You my friend are a wonderful writer.
That was achingly sad, yet it was also hopeful…there really are good people out there in the world, who every once in a while show up at just the right time, giving us just what we need. Thank you for this…beautiful.
So V, how’d you get so wounded and jaded. I quite liked the cop. I wish NYC could recruit a few more professors into their ranks, it would do a world of good. I remember seeing one corner a bad guy in Times Square once (back when it was pimpolicious). As a result of the cop adopting the classic “come to papa” pose, like the bad guy was going to jump into his arms, he took several shoots to the jaw. It was kind of like watching Mrs. Peel in The Avengers and thinking “kick him in the nuts, he’s wide open for it”. Oh well, law enforcement 101.
I should clarify: The cop got hit with the bad guy’s fist, not shot with a gun. Even that cop wasn’t that dumb.
The heartbreaking s/l on TLW this season seems to have brought out the best from our talented group of fanfic writers. This story was excellent.
R, NC17? I dunno, but that’s one of the most poetic R/NC17’s I’ve ever read. The atmosphere was palpable. With all the sadness of episode 9 and what’s to come in the remaining season, this rendition of the main character(s) and their struggles (especially Bette here) is a welcome respite. Look forward to the next one.
Gosh, that was good. Thanks!
Wow, this was really good, thanks.
Don’t think I’ve commented before but just wanted to say I love your writing and all of your stories. Thanks for sharing them!
All I can say is that was fantastic. Heartbreaking, but fantastic. Ilene is killing me. She is absolutely killing me.
This sis good and so sad!!!!!
I’m afraid that this may be close to the way the season is headed. Sad, but then again, season three has had its share of sad developments.