Chapter One, Part Four

Eight.

Eight-twenty-five.

Nine.

Couples with children.
A middle-aged women sitting alone.
A man in a baseball cap reading the sports section.
All different, all treaded on the Jumping Java carpet.
None of them resembling Samual or Elise.

Nine-fifteen.

It was done.
�I�m better off� she thought to herself. �I�m not the adventurous type anyway. I�ll go home, have a bath, read an erotic tale and then dream.
Dreaming is safe.�

She stepped out into the humid night, the moist city clinging to her blouse.
A quick flash of naked skin, long legs, pale hands.
A black and white collage flashed in her mind and was gone.
She got in the car and turned the ignition.
She had left the air-conditioner on, the cool air hitting the back of her neck.
The tiny hairs on her body stood up, her nipples hardened.

Black and white.

Flash.

She visualizes Samual and Elise naked under the moon and then it�s gone.
A homeless man knocks on her car window, smiling.
She is holding her naked breast with one hand, the other on her wet pussy. She gives the homeless man the finger, composes herself and drives home.

The night is filled with dreams and perspiration.
She tosses and turns uncomfortably all-night, alone.

In the morning she dresses conservative for the museum, with a touch of red lipstick, for flair.

The museum is filled with the usual tourists.
How typical of a Saturday.

She wanders into The Photography of Charles Sheeler, a new exhibit. Glancing at all the photographs noticing nothing appealing. But then between a photo of machinery and a barn wall, �Naked� a wonderful photo of naked legs tastefully displayed.
She licks her lips.

�Interesting you would chose this photo to dote on Miss Delilah�.

Dressed in a black, slim, pinstriped suit, a white shirt, unbuttoned to the cleft in his chest, stood Samual Dupuis.
He wore his dark hair, back in a ponytail.
His green emerald eyes could only be described as beautiful.
Delilah squeezed her hand and felt her nails digging into the skin.
Her throat stiff and full, she managed to force out the words.

�Yes, it is�. In�ter�esting.�

�Yes, well. We received your letter Miss Delilah. You are interested in the week getaway?�

He walked up to her, close, she could smell lavender soap on his skin.
Closer and closer, she though he would kiss her, she closed her eyes and he was behind her.
She went to turn in his direction, he firmly turned her away and placed his mouth and nose gently on her neck and took a small breath inward.
She could feel his hard cock pressing into her side.
She reached her hand behind her and slid it gently along his thigh.

�Yes I am interested Samual.�
She turned around swiftly and grabbed the bulge of his cock with her hand.
Face to face, his eyes were wanting.
He lifted her hand away from his cock, folded it over his hand and kissed it and then slowly, he backed away.

�My girlfriend Elise will contact you Miss Delilah with the arrangements. It has been a pleasure.�

He bowed slightly and walked out of the exhibit.

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