She slowly waded to shore, the lake her refuge in heat of the day. The sun overhead burned her shoulders and back. By tonight it would feel like tissue paper crinkling and burning with each breath she took. Her blond hair made blonder by the rays of the sun, tumbled over her oval face in watery strands, the curls already beginning to take shape. Her breasts and belly shown white like a lighthouse beacon, refracting light to blind the onlooker.
He smiled as he awaited her approach. He knew she would fall on her knees, pull him close and nestle against him, the coolness would cause a heat wave of desire. Her breast were full and her body round. The belly she tried to hide, so soft and inviting. He loved her thighs the most, oh so soft and beautiful to the touch. The ideal beauty, a woman of substance, in character and form, small and yet voluptuous. She considered her legs, especially her delicate ankles, her best feature. He did not notice, his gaze always seemed to stall at her lovely ass.
Her face so small, so sweet, her smile gave it a road map of creases that gave evidence of a life time of smiles and laughter, great humor despite her life experiences; a woman who had not been defeated not deterred from joy. Not the betrayal by a husband, the death of her second child nor the loss to cancer of her second husband had turned her bitter or sad. She lived as if to say, “I’m going to my grave laughing and loving this life.”
He found solace in her visage and her body. Her exuberant attack of each day, her exasperating quirks, her ability to make him crack a smile even when he wanted to be irritated, was punctuated by her great capacity for love and her even more delightful appetite for the carnal. She was an enthusiastic lover, making him feel no, letting him know, he had the biggest dick on the block.
Wondering why women stayed with their men given the total stupidity of the beasts, he came to the conclusion that it was the dick that ruled. Keep your woman satisfied and she will keep you.
He considered the possibility that even when past his prime, even when the dick is no longer cooperating, a man can continue to be the big dick. His priority was to discover how this theory might become grounded in fact.
Somehow everything seemed to turn around on itself in mid-life. In his teens, he pressed and pressed for his girlfriends to put out while they feigned refusal in order to preserve their virtue. They did, almost all, eventually succumb to his charms. He had the tool of the century, able to please and astound even the coldest of of cold fishes. He became the King of Climax in his sphere of influence. As he grew older, women would find a way to test his wares. He walked into a room, be it a club, a house party or a bar without glancing at any of the women. He’d sit and scan the room, seemingly bored and uninterested in the scene. Drink in hand, leaning back and waiting. The rule was, let the woman choose you. Never be the boor who tries the pick up lines or approach a woman who is not already receptive. Only when a woman looked him in the eyes, did he approach. This is how he won; nonchalance and guile.
He had seen her with her friends at a popular restaurant from time to time. He passed her one time in the grocery store, trying to maintain his cool but still be noticed. She was oblivious to his existence. They would cross paths in an office building, even a doctor’s office and still she did not acknowledge him. A blow to his ego, but then, there were so many others.
Years passed, too many to bother counting. Two middle aged people who had never been introduced, he a man who had been interested but unnoticed, she a woman who had been otherwise engaged. Their meeting was by chance. He was walking with colleagues toward a popular bistro for a late lunch. She was putting coins in the parking meter on her way to meet another woman for a birthday lunch. She struggled with her bag, digging for the coins that had fallen into the bottom, dropped her keys and then the gift she had brought. “Dammit”, she muttered under her breath. He saw her distress and stopped to help, picking up the gift and taking her hand as she rose, retrieving her keys. “Thank you, kind sir”, she smiled. “Any time”, he responded and smiled back. For the first time, their eyes met. Each smiled at the other, exchanged good-byes and each went their own way. It was only an inkling in the back of his mind but he had a feeling he might have met her before, a long, long time ago. Was she one of his one night stands? A friend of a friend? An old flame? Or just a very pretty lady who attracted him?
She and her friend were escorted by the hostess to a banquet to enjoy their quiet lunch and toast the entry into a new decade they now shared. The waiter approached to take drink orders. As she looked up at the waiter to order, she caught his gaze in the corner of her eye. He was mesmerized but did not see her quick glance at him. The men finished their lunch, paid the bill and rose to leave. He hesitated, excused himself to use the facilities, saying he would catch up.
He walked past the two women to the men’s restroom, returning past their table again. Returning, headed toward the exit, he slowed and then stopped at their table. “Pardon me, Ladies. This is going to sound like a line but, have we met?” He looked directly at her anticipating her response. “You helped me when I was so clumsy feeding the parking meter.” She chuckled that he would forget something that just happened less than an hour before. Her eyes bright and her smile wide. “I know that. I was thinking some time in the past. You look so familiar.” “I don’t think so. I apologize if I should.” He had a puzzled look on his face, trying to pull the memory from his now gray head to place her. “I’m sorry, I must be mistaken. I’m disturbing your lunch. Nice to meet you.” She smiled. “But we haven’t met!”
“May I be so bold and introduce myself? Michael Stevens, and you?” “ I am Elise Allen and this is my friend Janet Woodward. So nice to meet you, Michael.”
That was the beginning. Only two weeks had passed and they had been inseparable. He had taken the week off and she had cleared her calendar. Here they were, together having told all their tales and both their stories and clung to each other so as to not miss once breath of each other.
“I have a confession to make” said Michael. She stretched her arms around his neck and sighed, “What?” “ I finally placed you and you were right, we had never met but I remember you from
years ago. I noticed you in a lot of different places, restaurants, clubs and even the super market! You never seemed to notice me so I never said anything. It wasn’t my thing to approach women back then. I expected them to signal me so I’d know I had the green light.” He reddened a little and cast his gaze slightly to the right. He put his large hand on her neck, holding her jaw. “I hated that you didn’t even know I was there. Back then everyone noticed me. I was the Cock of the Walk”
He continued his grasp on her neck tightening just a little.
“I know.” She smiled at the irony. “You were such a creep back then. I wasn’t about to give you what you wanted.” His eyes opened wide, his mouth dropped. He could not believe what he was hearing. She knew exactly who he was when he approached her at the restaurant. He started to laugh and then gasped and groaned as the knife entered under the third rib on his left side. She yanked the knife in an inward and upward motion. His hand dropped from her neck leaving no trace.
She stepped back into the lake, rinsed clean, dressed and got into her car, driving off with a triumphant smile on her face.
“Michael, Michael, Michael, you were such a Dick.”
“Annie, its done.” “Thanks, Kate. After all these years he finally got what he deserved.” Kate closed her Trakphone, tossing it in it in a dumpster. No one would ever be able to trace a throwaway. They had waited over twenty years but Kate was determined that her little sister would not suffer without the vengeance she deserved. Michael has screwed her, broken her heart and then tossed her aside without another thought. He just moved on to the next. So sad.
“Bob was heartbroken when he learned Pastor Mike had been murdered. Perhaps it was one of the druggies he worked with or the dealer he had helped the police find. A man who had found redemption in his thirties only to die a brutal death. So sad.