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time!
                Truly
Yours,
                Brent
     
                Lucille didn't know what to say.
How could she have said anything negative about his family being able to go to
America? Now she just felt like a fool. And he'd stood there and suffered her
stupidity like a true gentleman. She'd have to make it up to him somehow, but
she wasn't sure how.
     
                Brent,
                I
would very much like to spend this Friday evening with you. Would you like to
come over to my place and hang out, though? I'm afraid that I have to be around
my place because I'll be dog sitting for the weekend and the dog that I'm
taking care of was just recently severely injured so he has to be given
medicine very frequently. Also I have to help him move around to go to the
bathroom. I guess the details don't really matter, and are kind of gross so why
share them, and maybe I should just say something along the line of “the dog is
ill” or something. LOL Anyway.
                I
have some old VHS tapes that are a documentary about our old village and what
happened. I know that we spent pretty much the whole time last time talking
about what happened, but I think it would be cathartic for both of us if we
watched it together. Who better to watch it with? I will admit that I haven't
seen the film yet. I guess I just haven't worked up the courage to sit down and
watch it all the way through. So far I've only been able to make it through
about the first ten minutes before I just don't want to watch it anymore. But I
think if you were there it would be different. You know? Maybe if you were
there and we could hold each other's hands or something. Maybe if you could put
your arm around me while I rested my head on your shoulder. Maybe, maybe,
maybe.
                Let
me know what you think!
            Lucille
               
                For
some reason, even though Lucille knew that he was a pilot who likely didn't really
have much time to just sit on his phone looking at his email. She reasoned that
he had probably been sitting in some gate in an airport just waiting for the
last flight to offload so they could take off. In her mind’s eye she saw him
sitting there and looking around at all the happy couples that seemed to
populate the airport in her imagination. And he wasn't at the Des Moines
International Airport in the dream, he was at the O'Hara airport. He'd just
landed a big airliner full of people during a storm. As he sat looking around
he pulled out his phone and started typing.
                But
maybe that's not how it had been at all. Maybe he'd typed it out on his
computer before heading to the airport. That was probably why he couldn't just
type out a quick answer and shoot it back. Lucille chided herself for being
like some school girl who just couldn't wait to see the guy she liked. She
needed to calm down. She needed to stop sitting in front of her old desk top
waiting for her email to chime that someone had decided to reply to her
message. So instead of sitting by her computer she just turned the volume up
and started to clean her house in preparation for Brent's looming visit. Even
though it wasn't a for sure thing she just couldn't help but believe that he
wouldn't be able to help himself but to say yes.
                To
insure herself of this she stopped cleaning long enough to go into the bathroom
and look at herself in the mirror. She looked good, she had to admit. Her read
hair and freckles really set off the way her busy cleavage seemed to want to
rise like two loaves of bread out of her plunging neckline. After she'd gotten
home from school that day she'd had a glass of wine and dressed in something
sexy for no reason. She often did things like this and had no idea why. She supposed
it was just because it made her feel sexy and special. There really wasn't
anything like clothing to make a