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"Moral Crossing"
We stood at a crossing point, what we were crossing was not yet defined. The lines of our relationship had been blurred; with just one kiss all simplicity was lost. We stood under a cloudless night, both paralyzed, just staring at each other in confusion. Before today we were acquaintances with the occasional flirting, but this kiss changed that understanding.
I grabbed her hand in the dire silence of a summer night, pulled her close once again to gain some perspective on her reaction. Maybe this kiss had been a result of a moment in passion, or maybe a true response. The only way to be sure was to grab her beautiful hands, and pull her closer. With a smile she allowed my pull to become voluntary, then an unexpected turn. She threw her arms around my neck without remorse.
In the back of our minds we both know it’s wrong, but we also know that there is no turning back. Both of have been harboring these feelings for one of another; all the while being committed to other people. She in the middle of a three year relationship, which in my mind was never right, and I'm still coming down from a break up of failed love. None of that mattered, not here, and not now. I could feel her pull me in closer with her slender arms, and I could feel the heat from her body like a magnet. No words were said and I don’t think any words were needed.
In this moment a cool breeze blew from the south and the whistling from the trees played like violins. Sweet grass joined into the symphony carrying smells of baby’s-breath. All of this became our influence to take the final step into the point of no return, up to this point we only had toes crossing. Her lips met mine which in our minds turned the world upside down.
We would now have to face our loved ones with this news, and worse yet, she would have to tell her partner of three years. It is hard to blame us for how this ended up. For three long years she has been on my mind, and seeing her with him istoo much. All that time of flirting here and there hasbuilt up into this one moment. A moment that would change the way we would think. In this very moment of prediction she whispered those words to me. You have three moments herethe words that shook my world to its very foundation, “Can we just keep this a secret?”
The next day was more of the same usual, with not much excitement. The preceding night’s events were etched into my mind, replaying in slow motion. Perhaps my heart decided to use them like a coach would after a huge loss. More likely, I was punishing myself, for the carelessness of my actions. The utter stupidity I displayed going after a woman who was spoken for, and has been for three years. Whatever the case may be I would have to face her today. Just because she had rejected me didn’t mean I would need to put off my daily workout. In all honesty a good sweat would be exactly what I need.
Unfortunately, this day would have other plans for me, and I would have to leave town for the day. One of my personal training clients called last minute and asked if I wouldn’t mind meeting with her in Chelan. A little lake town about 60 miles away, was more than inviting, especially on a day like today.
I arrived there around noon, just thirty minutes before the session. We were supposed to meet at her friend’s condo on the lake. And when I pulled into the residence, a realization hit me that these people were obviously not from our sagebrush landscapes. Waiting outside was an array of rich housewives, eager for my arrival, they waved in a fashion questioning their mental stability. As I stepped out of my vehicle the aroma of fresh water fish permeated from the lake. In the distance speed boaters and their trailing skiers enjoyed the dark blue lake. I reached the ladies sitting outside in work out attire, realizing today would be a group session, and struck up small talk.
After the very lucrative class session, I stayed around to chat and make contacts. During this time is when I met the man of the house hold. He walked down the main hall with a commanding presence. Almost as if he walked right out of a mobster movie. Slicked back hair with very chic summer wear would catch anyone’s attention. He walked right up to me with a firm hand shake.
“Hello, I would like to thank you for doing this for the women. My wife has been on me to get her a trainer for months. Why don’t we talk business out on the deck?”
“Yes sir, I would enjoy that.”
We walked out on to the water front deck, and sat in some lounge chairs, with a couple of coronas.
“Son, I would be willing to pay for your rent if you would be willing to move here and work for me.”
“Pardon?”
“You would be my wife’s personal trainer over the summer, and maybe I could find you a few well paying odd jobs” He said with a trusting smile of Satan “What do you say son?”
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Last edited by crowe1120 : 04-04-2008 at 01:31 AM.
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