Whats to Fix?

[Finadien]

Steven stopped the car and rechecked the address. Yes, he was exactly where he was supposed to be. He looked up again at the wall, the gates and the driveway that led to the large house. He could smell the seabreaze through the open window and was sure that you had a great view over the beach and the sea from the other side of the house.

He stoped the engine of his 1994 Nissan and fetched the bag with his notebood and the few tools he needed. He wonderd why somebody who lived here in this part of town in such a house would call the computer-service he worked for.

The other strange thing was the problem description:

"Computer problem"

Yeah, sure, what else he thought. Normaly Kelly at the hotline wrote down at least some basic info about the problem, if it was an application that didn't work or if it was a hardware problem, but not this time.

He shrugged his shoulders and got out of his car. He was 6'4" and not that bad looking. His dark blonde hair was short cropped as was his beard. His nose may be called to big but only slightly so and most people didn't look at his nose first because of the steel grey eyes that caught their attention. Perhaps he needed to work out more, but he still was firm and the belly was far from too big.

He was wearing a light blue shirt that hung loosly over his jeans and wondered if he had changed if he knew he was going to someone rich. Perhaps he could even get a better job if he impressed the person living here.

After making sure his car was closed (there was some more expensive equipment in there) he walked to the gate and pressed the bell.


(One female needed)

 

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Suzanne Wallington, stood on the back side of the large porch that wrapped around the entire Victorian house. There was a light breeze that made the leaves rustle noisily across the large lawn that led to the cliff overlooking the stormy Atlantic Ocean. There was a storm brewing and she sighed heavily, storms played havoc on the ancient wiring of the old house. If she was published, redoing the wiring was one of the first tasks on her list. Granted it was a very long list of repairs. The breeze was picking up as it made her dark hair flutter. The ebony strands were coming loose from the scrunchie holding her hair out of her emerald eyes in a rough pony tail. Living alone had its priviliges, not having to dress up being one of them.

Suzanne was a Wallington, of the Boston Wallingtons. A family that could trace its roots back to the Mayflower. Something that her grandmother and mother deigned to inform anyone who came within hearing distance. Members of the Wallingtons were raised to a certain level of expected lifestyle that was funded through a variety of small corporations that owned everything from an airline, to a railroad, to a cruise line, to a series of high end jewelry shops. Merger after merger the past twenty years, had brought a large percentage of American companies under the umbrella of the BWC, Boston Wallington Corporation, Ltd. Although, Suzanne chuckled to herself, there was nothing limited about it.

Suzanne was ensconced in the old drafty Victorian that had belonged to her great aunt Mathelda. Great aunt Mathelda had been considered eccentric at best. Her desire to live away from Boston, here on the New Hampshire coastline was something that the rest of the family did not understand. With homes in Boston, upstate New York, Florida, Malibu, Wyoming, Hawaii, Italy, and India the family felt that Mathelda could have kept her solitary lifestyle and still stayed in a house belonging to the family. Suzanne's mother, Francesca, had taken Suzanne multiple times to visit Mathelda, with the purpose of talking Mathelda back into the family fold. Suzanne, however, hadn't seen why her great aunt needed to move from the spectacular old mansion that Mathelda had purchased with a large portion of her inheritance, a large amount of money that each family member received on their twenty-first birthday. Suzanne loved exploring the fifty room house, peeking into the many bedrooms and playing dressup in the attic. She had been delighted when Mathelda had left the house to her.

Unfortunately, Mathelda hadn't put a lot of money into repairs when she bought the old rambling house, and in the past forty years years the house had become even more decrepit. While Suzanne had received her inheritance eight years ago, she had put a lot of it into secure funds that could only be accessed when she was thirty. Her feeling at the time being that she was living at home, had an allowance that provided for her needs, and if something should come up that cost more, she could always apply to her father for the funds. Suzanne didn't usually spend her allowance of $25 thousand dollars a month, so seldom had to apply to her father. When Suzanne reached the grand age of 27, Mathelda had passed away and Suzanne, against her family's wishes had moved into the house. Suzanne's father had reacted by taking away her allowance, her mother went into loud wails of "Why me?" and her grandmother had given a large donation to the Catholic church in the hopes that "God would set her dear Suzanne straight". Apparently, while the Cardinal had appreciated the six digit donation, God had not been listening, and Suzanne took the small savings account that held the money she had not spent each month from her allowance and moved to coast of New Hampshire.

She had been living there for eighteen months and loved it. Well, if she was being honest, she didn't appreciate the electricity going out whenever there was a storm, and sometimes the old creaky plumbing was downright spooky when it got to clanging and groaning in the middle of the night. But what drove Suzanne crazy was when the old wiring made her lose her computer connection. Suzanne was tired of that problem, it was hard to write the "Great American Novel" when the computer kept fritzing out.

So, since she was not a published author at the moment, and since her money was mostly tied up, instead of getting a fancier electrical system, she had called for a computer techie to come help her figure out a resolution that would solve her problem for the next 15 months, when she could access enough of her inheritance to have the entire house rewired, replumbed and the kitchen modernized. Until then, she needed an expert to put a bandaid on her situation.

She could hear the car coming up the gravel drive for quite a distance, but remained on the back porch watching the waves crash against the cliff where the land curled out to the small point. There the tall pines shifted under the wind that was getting stronger by the moment. She wasn't in a rush, since the house sat on ten acres of old wood trees, pines, hickories, maples, oaks, and even a few gnarled walnut trees. The gravel and shell driveway was over a mile long and anyone driving on it could be heard the entire way, especially since one could only travel about ten miles an hour. She knew who was coming as he had gained entrance to the grounds when she had opened the wrought iron gates upon his ringing the entry bell.

She waited a few more moments, then made her way along the porch to the front of the house. There she sat in a porch swing watching the very large man walking from his car towards her. She took the time to look him over as he approached. Tall, dark blonde, not handsome but his features were compelling, making one have to acknowledge his existence. When he reached the bottom of the six steps that led up to the porch, she rose to her full height of all sixty-seven inches, and stepped forward, her hand out, welcoming him to Woodsong. Her voice low and husky as she introduced herself.

 

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The whole way up to the house felt very creepy to him. This old mansion could have come right out of a horror movie. Not one of those new, splatter movies that only had blood and gore and no suspense or story. No this house and the hole gounds better fit into something from Hitchcock. He nearly could feel his sight shift into black and white and expected Gary Grant or Kim Novak to greet him.

He shook his head and grinned to himself. This was just and old house and he had a job to do, there was nothing creepy about this whole scene besides the approaching storm. He wondered for a moment if the Red Sox would play today or if the game would be rained out. One part of him wished that it would be rained out so he wouldn't miss Curt Schilling pitching against the Yankees and he was pretty sure that he wouldn't be back in time because the drive back to his appartment would take to long.

He had reached the foot of the stairs and the sudden appearnce of a women on top of them surprised him a little. He went up the steps examine the person infront of him and came to the conclusion that he really liked what he saw.

She was about 5'7" in height, had black hair that seemed to shimmer somehow and her face had something that makes men doing stupid things. He knew he had to be carefull and so he took her hand as she offered it and answered her:

"Hello Mr. Wallington, my name is Steven and I'm here to help you with whatever problem you have."

He didn't know if his nervousness showed but he hopped that not. He needed this job and he most certainly wouldn't botch it. His mind tried to figure out where he had heard the name Wallington before but he just couldn't remeber.

 

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"Please call me Suzanne, Steven, and thank you for coming out here. I know it is a long way from town. Let's go in to where the computer is and hopefully you can help me out."

She led the way through the entry hall that opened up to the second floor, past a staircase that swept up the left and right sides of the hall. As they passed under the staircases, her tennis shoes squeaked on the maple wood flooring. Suzanne always found that sort of embarrassing but since there was nothing to be done about, she just kept going. past the entry way was a smaller hallway off of which there were four doors. She led the way to the last doorway on the left and opened the door.

With a sweep of her hand, she let the tech consultant pass into the room that was called the back parlor. The room was sunny and bright, long french windows leading to the back porch. The storm coming in was giving the water a metal colored gray sheen. Waves chopping as the wind blew harder. A few branches brushed against the side of the house making a scratching noise.

Suzanne pointed to her desk, an antique William and Mary massive piece of wood, that had been in the family since that century. The piece looked huge in the smaller room but it was covered in books and notes and a modern pc that looked buried under the stacks of books and papers. Suzanne picked up stacks of books and shuffled papes leaving the desk clear enough that someone could get to the computer. She pointed to the chair for him to use and leaned her hip against the desk.

"I am sorry about the mess, it is all reseach. Anyway, I have an old house with old wiring. Whenever a storm comes in, the electricity goes out and this affects the computer. I don't know anything about technology but could you explain this wireless stuff and satellites and digital things. Is there a way to keep the computer going even if the electricity goes out?"

Even as she spoke, the lights flickered briefly before returning to normal. Suzanne glanced out the window, she had about 45 minutes before she was going to be in the dark. She wasn't worried, it was a standard of life that she had become used to since she moved up here. It hadn't been comfortable the first twenty or thirty times it happened, but now she had candles and flashlights in all the rooms and the logs in the fireplaces which were located in almost every room, also were ready to be lit. Suzanne had become an expert fire started in the past couple of years.

She looked down at Steven, hoping she could get him out of the house before the lights went out, knowing that most people were very uncomfortable being in the old house in the dark. But she didn't want him frightened away before he helped her resolve her problem. She was never going to get this book finished at the rate she was going.

Her voice, naturally dusky, was tinged with curiousity and a hint of desperation, as she asked,"So, Steven, could you explain those things to me, and then give me your professional expertise as to what would work best for me?"

 

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As he followed Suzanne through the house he marveled at the old splendor he could see , even tought the mansion was in a bit of disrepair. They past below two sweeping staircases and he didn't know where he should look first. As a kid he had dreamed about living in a big house with all kinds of rooms, halls and passagesways to explore and perhaps even with some secret doors, but he most certainly couldn't afford even a simple house on his own. He was happy to be able to pay the rent for his small appartment and have some money left for basic needs like food and clothing.

He had gotten the job as a tech consultant only recently and a large part of his income was based on his performance, which wasn't that good. Not because he was incompetent, but because of the clients he got. His colleagues who all had worked longer for the company usually got the better asignments, as was their right, and Kelly gave him those assignemnts that sounded boring or at least not very well paid.

He sensed that this could be different. Somebody who lifed in this house needed to have a least some money and even if the job wasn't that well paid the client was very easy on the eyes.

The reached what Suzsanne described as the back parlor and from where you had a very nice view over the ocean. The storm was getting stronger slowly and he really hopped that he could get his work done fast, so he would be back at least for the later innings, if the game was not postponed.

After Suzanne cleared the old desk around the computer and explained the problem he nodded, told her that he had to examine some things first and started to check the Desktop, the wirings and power plug. After a few minutes he crawled from out under the desk and straigtend up.

"Okay, the basic problem seemed to be that the power is going out completly or at least you have peaks on the line. It's a wonder the Computer is still working at all, most of the time the power unit or even the mainboard will burn through." he stopped realizing that she perhaps didn't understand much of what he told her but didn't know how to explain it in easier words.

He grinned at her shyly "the wireless stuff and satellite things won't help you. They are for connecting to the internet, I guess that isn't really your problem. What you need is an overload protection and an uninterruptable power suply. I have such a basic unit in my car. It prevents any damage to your computer and helps it running for about 2 hours even if there is no power." he stopped and hoped he had explaing everthing enought. If he just could get the UPS installed and running he could be out of here in 15 minutes.

 

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Suzanne watched him moving around her desk. For a big man he was very agile, she thought, watching him crawl under the desk. She watched as he puttered around for a bit and then glanced out the window again. It was amazing how quickly storms came up here. The sky was already darker, the ocean more difficult to see but now she could hear the waves hitting the cliffs harder, pounding away at them. She was glad that whoever built the house had the foresight to set it back from the cliff. The erosion over the years had to have dug into the cliff side. She wouldn't have wanted to slide off the edge one stormy night. Shaking her head at her wayward thoughts, she realized Steven was back in the chair.

She listened to his explanation of her cords and wiring, of wireless and satellites. Nodding as if she had a real clue what he was talking about. When he said all she needed was some gadget and that he had it with him, she was amazed.

Mentally she began trying to figure out where to get her hands on the money or if she was going to have to wait to get this. The lights flickered again and she sighed. She hoped it wouldn't be too much. "That is all I need? That sounds wonderful, I had thought it would be more technical than that. But..um.. what would this thing cost?"

 

[Finadien]

This was not the first time he wonderd of Kelly either had precognativ abilities or if she knew exactly what the customer wanted and just had some cruel fun in keeping him in the dark.
Regardsless of the reason, she had told him to pack to differnet UPS and so he could offer Suzanne an option.

"Okay, I have one UPS which keeps your PC running for about 2 hours. It is used but with a new battery, " he remebered that he had to explain some more, ", which means we will provide free of charge service if it break in the next year, and this will cost you 250 $"

He saw her cringe and something deep inside him wanted to help her desperatly.

"Another option would be a cheaper version for 59 $ but that only can keep your PC running for about 15 minutes during a blackout."

From what she told him he was pretty certain she needed the bigger version and so he continued.

"In your case I would recommend the larger alternative which will pay off very soon."

 

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"Two hours, is that all? I was hoping for something that would keep me going whether there was a storm or not. Some of the storms last for hours and the electricity can be off for as much as six hours or more. What I was hoping for was something that would not be affected by the storm at all."

She was disappointed. Somehow she had hoped technology could work wonders. There was no way she could understand how any of this technology worked but apparently not as good as she hoped. Her laptop computer would give her two hours on the battery and if she put it together with this gadget it would give her four, but two-fifty was a lot of money.

"Does it make a difference if I have a laptop?," she asked. "The laptop gives me two hours on the battery, this gadget, this UPS, would it extend the laptop for two more hours?"

While Suzanne waited for his answer, she mentally went over her budget trying to figure out where to come up with that much money.

 

[Finadien]

The disappointment in her voice made his heart ache and he desperatly wanted to help her but unfortunatly he didn't know how.

"I'm sorry, " he answerd with a lowerd head, " 2 hours additional time is the best I can offer for a reasonable amount of money."

He looked up again and tried to make a more hopefull face, "using a notebook will help a lot, if it's a modern one, they don't need that much power and so I guess the UPS will yield another 30 minutes or even a whole hour, but I can't promise you more. An UPS that keeps you running for more then 5 hours will cost much more, around 2000 $ and I have to fetch it first."

He took a peak outside and saw that the storm had come close much faster then he thought possible. If he wanted to get home he had to leave soon but another part of him found it much more important to help this woman.

"So, should I fetch the UPS from my car?" he asked.

 

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The crash of thunder made the house shake and Suzanne gave in, two hours was better than none and if she switched from this pc to the lap top she could stretch in another hour or two maybe. Making a decision, Suzanne said, "Yes, let's do it. While you get the equipment I will get my checkbook, thank you."

Just as she said that, the heaven's burst open and the rain poured down. Suzanne looked at the window, and sighed. "Do you want to wait a bit until the initial onslaught slows a bit? Or, if you want, I keep extra slickers and umbrellas in the mudroom?"

She moved to the windows and began pulling the heavy drapes closed. She knew from experience that this storm wouldn't be bad enough to need the shutters, which was good since she didn't relish going outside to do it. This storm should be more bluster than damage. But the lights would still go out. They always went out. One more year until she could access the money needed to rewire the house. She sighed again.

Turning to the tech, she smiled brighter than she felt, "Before the lights go, did you want to get that stuff or do you want to help light the gas lamps?"

 

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Steven flinched as the first thunder rattled not only the house but also his teeth. The storm had come much sooner than he expected and he now was more then eager to get home. As she agreed to buy the UPS he turned around to fetch it but at the same moment the heaven opened their floodgates and a torrent of rain came down. He turned back to her as she asked him if he wanted to fetch the UPS from his car.

The power was still on and perhaps he could get the UPS installed before the blackout came and then he could be off much sooner. "Show me the umbrellas I will fetch the UPS." he asked her.

They walked back to the entrance hall and she opend a smaller room to the side and handed him an umbrella and a slicker, which he pulled over. He flashed her an encouraging smile and walked outside.

He was a city person and so he really didn't know much about storms that where much fiercer here on the coast and in the open then they where in the city where buildings took away much of the rain and wind. He id get to his car , fetched the UPS and even got back but first off all it took him much longer then he expected, which gave the storm time to got stronger, and second neither umbrella nor slicker really helped to keep him dry.

Now he was back at the house, just standing in the entrance hall dripping. Fortunatly the UPS was shrinkwrapped so at least it was dry.

 

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She didn't think he had made the right choice but it was not up to her. So while he was out in the torrential rain, Suzanne began to light the fireplace, watching the flames crackle until the logs caught. Then she lit a couple of gas lamps and the large candelabra over the fireplace. As she was walking back to the mudroom, carrying one of the lamps, the lights flickered twice and went out. With a grimace made at the house in general, she made shrugged her shoulder as she entered the room just as Steven slammed the door shut.

He was dripping from his head to his toes, the water sluicing down the slicker. She couldn't help but smile, he looked like a drowned rat. He pulled off the slicker hood and seemed startled to find her there with the lamp. The slicker was one of hers and the difference in their heights meant that his shirt was partially dried but from mid thigh down he was soaked. His jeans a dark indigo dripping onto the floor.

"I am sorry to say that the storm came in faster than I think either of us expected. I am also sorry to say that you are going to be here longer than you thought. Once a half inch of water comes down, the road over the old bridge floods and there is no way off this corner of the world until the water goes down. So, we might as well get you warmer and then see how the rain is doing then. If you hang the slicker back up on the hook, you will see it is devised so that the water runs to a drain that leads outside. You might want to step over to this side of the floor, where it is dry, and remove your shoes. Set them on the dryer and then follow me. I do apologize, but," she shrugged, "Mother Nature always gets her way."

Suzanne led them to the back room and, when he set down his package, she handed him a lit lamp. "If you will follow me, I will show you to a room, you need to get out of those wet clothes and dried off. When the electicity comes back on, we can toss them into the dryer and you will be set when you leave."

She walked to one of the smaller doors leading off the long hallway. Opening the door she revealed a narrow set of stairs. "This staircase was used by the servants back in the days of servants," she chuckled. "Now it is just another way upstairs."

She led them up to the next floor, and into a large room with a tester bed covered a feather mattress and an old quilt She set down her lamp and lit the fireplace kindling, looking back at the man who looked so out of his element. With a soft sigh of empathy, she remembered her first days there, she stood and walked over to a door, opening it she said, "This is the bathroom. There are clean towels and a basket of assorted toiletries if you wish to take a warm shower or just dry off. Leave your clothes off, there is a heavy white robe on the hook on the back door, it is clean, I just hang it there for guests to use when needed.

If you think you can find your way back down, I can meet you in the back parlor or if you wish I can wait here while you get cleaned up?"

Suzanne stood by the doorway as she watched him move to the fireplace, looking miserably cold and wet. She considered apologizing again but it wouldn't change the situation. She moved away from the door, towards the other side of the room, waiting for his decision as to where he would meet her.

 

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He was flustered and a little bit lost as what to do and so he simply followed her instructions. Here in the old mansion he was very much out of his element and now it seemed as if he would have to stay here even longer then he anticipated at least if she was right about the brigde, but he had no reason to belive that she would lie to him, so he most certainly wouldn't try to leave.

The reached the room she led him too and it all seemed so very strange to him. He was used to a more or less modern way of living but this room looked more like something out of the start from last century.

Standing there in the room he felt the clothes, especially the jeans cling to him uncomfortable and so he simply nodded but then realized that she had asked a question.

"Actually I don't know if I can find my way down again so it would be best if you stay here." he smiled at her to show that he was NOT afraid.

He stepped into the bathroom and pulled the door close behind him without realizing that it didn't lock, stripped off his clothes and stepped under the shower. He leaned again the wall his back to the door letting the warm water run over his head and back, enjoying the sensation and slowly starting to relax.

He didn't see that the door slowly opened by itself again.

 

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Suzanne moved over to the window, and looked out in the direction of the ocean, but it was too dark to see further than the big oak tree which was scraping against the window. She pulled the heavy drapes closed to keep the heat in the large room. She could hear the water running in the shower, and couldn't help the image that came to mind. She shook her head, she had been out here alone too long if she was having fantasies about this poor tech consultant.

She settled into a chair near the fireplace and shivered a little. The bedrooms were comfortable if you were under the quilt but the fireplace didn't keep the room warm enough to just sit and wait. Thinking about the quilt brought a new image to mind. Maybe she should wait somewhere else she thought, but as she was about to get up and leave the shower went off. Standing up again, she stood in front of the fireplace facing it, watching the flames burn yellow and orange.

She didn't hear the door open but was very aware of him coming into the room. She was suddenly shy, and didn't understand the feeling as it came over her. Turning slowly, she caught her breath, the robe accented his coloring, and in the light of the lamp and fireplace, there seemed to be an otherworldliness as he seemed to shimmer in the doorway. A small shiver ran through her body as he walked closer.

 

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The shower helped him relax and he slowly felt how tense he had been. Slowly the warm water lessened the knots in his muscles and it too washed away his anxiousness to be gone from this place as soon as possible. The storm was pretty strong and he had to stay here for at least some hours, if what Suzanne told him about the bridge was true perhaps even a bit longer, but now he found that he really didn't mind at all.

He finaly had left the noice and the hectic pace of the city behind him and perhaps he even could enjoy the more quite country life for a short while, even though the storm did provide a little noice by itself. Suzanne seemed to be quite likeable and she sure was beautifull, so he didn't midn her company at all. From what he had seen on her computer she was writing a novel and did some research so they had a bit to talk about. The rest of the day could be quite enjoyable.

He switched off the water, dried himself off with the towel and then wraped himself in the robe she had pointed out to him. His hair still wet since he couldn't use the blowdryer without power. He returned into the beroom and had to stop in the doorway. Suzanne was standing infront of the fireplace with her back turned to him but he still could see the side of her face and her hair which was highlighted by the flickering flames and now he realized that she not only was good looking, she was gorgerous.

She slowly turned and he caught a glimmer in her eyes that send a slight shiver thought his body and then he realized that she was holding her breath. He never knew that he could have such an effect on women but apparently he was having now and this woman was having a similiar effect on himself.

He forced a gently smile on his face and desperatly thought of something to say without spoiling the mood and sounding stupid.

"You are gorgerous," he breathed and took another step, the flickering flames creating mysterious patterns on her beautifull face. Another step and he reached out to her to pull her into his arms.

 

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Suzanne put both hands up on the front of the robe, feeling the heat from his body through the thick terry cloth. She had been surprised by his move, surprised by the look in his eyes, surprised by her own jolt of feelings. She looked into his eyes, seeing the firelight reflecting there. She wanted to believe that he was suddenly overcome by her, but she suspected, he was a single male who was taking advantage of the situation.

She let out her breath, as she felt his hard body under the robe, otherworldliness indeed. This was no ghost, demon or other being. He was a man, all male, and suddenly it dawned on her that she knew nothing about him. He could be married for all she knew. This feeling that was permeating the air was merely a physical response to being alone, being temporarily stranded. But after the storm, after the lights came back on , then what? Then he packed up his gear, got into his car and that would be the last she saw of him. Could she really do this, have a one night stand? Would she still respect herself in the morning?

She looked into his eyes, seeking answers to her questions. She was surprised as he was when she blurted out, "Are you married?"

 

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Her hand moved to her breast and he she was feeling his body underneath the cloth. She looked into his eyes and the flames reflecting in her eyes increased the glimmer he had seen there. He could see a conflict rising in them but there still was a longing he felt too.

Suddenly she asked: "Are you married?" and he nearly laugh at that but the situation was not laughable at all. His left hand rested on her right shoulder but still keeping her at arms length, so that he could bath in the beauty that was her face and his right hand hold her hip, just above her backside.

"No," he answered her, the corners of his mouth rising a little, "I'm not married, don't have a girlfriend, and this is the first time I'm doing something remotely like this."

He paused and his face returning to a more earnest expression. "I don't know if it's the storm or the surroundings, but I really feel attracted to you."

 

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When he said he had never done this before, it sent red flags shooting off in Suzanne's head. He was a consultant, showed up at people's houses, probably had sex with lots of lonely housewives. What did she know about him? Did she really want to be another notch on his bedpost, so to speak?

Feeling suddenly unsure, she pulled back, "Perhaps we shouldn't do this, perhaps it is just the weather."

Needing to do something, she continued,"Where are your wet clothes, let's get them spread out downstairs so they can at least start to airdry, when the electricity is back on, we can toss them into the dryer."

She took the lantern and headed out of the room, her body still demanding some kind of surcease and her mind trying to talk her body into some kind of common sense answer to this sudden awareness, this instant arousal.

 

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When she pulled back the disappointment rose in him but perhaps he had misinterpreted what he had seen in her eyes, perhaps it had been fear and not arousal, perhaps she had been unsure and not attracted to him.

When she tried to blame her behavior on the weather he agreed with a nod that showed his disappointment. She left the room then asking him to bring the clothes and he went to fetch them and then hurried after her with the wet clothes on his arm.

"I'm sorry, " he nearly wisperd, "perhaps I should try my luck with the bridge." he felt his disappointment change into shame. He had presumed she had been atracted to him and that ovisiously had not been the case. His luck with woman or more lickly the lack of luck was continuing. How could he think that someone as beautifull and intelligent as Suzanne could be interested in him?

 

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Hanging up the wet clothes on the lines in the wetroom, Suzanne was embarrassed. Embarrassed by her actions, embarrassed because she had embarrassed him, embarrassed because this should be easier. She should be able to have a casual sex liaison without it being this big of a deal, after all, every other human in the world seemed to be able to do it, why couldn't she? Why did she feel as if there needed to be some kind of affection involved, not love but at least liking? Why did she need to feel some kind of connection besides a physical attraction? Why couldn't she just enjoy the moment?

Sighing heavily, she led the way back to the back parlor. Setting the lamp down on the mantle of the fireplace, she added a couple of pieces of wood to the fire, then turned to him. She could see that she had made him uncomfortable and she felt the flush of embarrassment again. Sighing again, she asked, "Would you like some tea or instant coffee? Sorry but I can't brew a pot of coffee without electricity, heating water is about the best I can do. Hot chocolate I can do also. Or there is some juice in the refrigerator that is still cold if you want that?"

She was amazed to see her hands were shaking, so she slid them into her pockets. She didn't know what to say or where to look or what to do. She had messed everything up again as usual.

 

[Finadien]

Steven was at a loss as what to do. Back in the bedroom he had been certain that there had been some connection between them, some attraction that was less then love at first sight but more then just a crush. He had felt it in him and he had thought he had seen the same in her eyes. Then she had broken contact and instantly his mind had told him that it all had been in his immagination.

Now he wasn't so sure anymore. She seemed to be unsure of herself and he even thought he caught her hands shaking just before she put them in her pockets. Was she embaressed too? Was she affraid that he would take advantage of her.

She asked him if he wanted anything to drink and he collected all the courage he could muster and steped to her again, putting his shaking hand gently beneath her chin to lift her head so he could see into her eyes.

"I," he started but it nearly came out as a croak and so he had to clear his throat, "I know what I'm feeling," he paused searching for words to express what he was feeling, "I'm somehow attracted to you, and I'm sure it is not only the storm that's influencing me."

As if to confirem his words a load thunderclap sounded from outside. "and up in the bedroom I somehow got the imression you are attracted to me as well." and then his courage left him and he only could stare into her beautifull eyes loosing himself in them, his still shaking hand gently resting on her chin.

 

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Suzanne stood there drowning in his eyes where all she could see was desire and sincerity. She was startled to realize that his hands were shaking as much as hers were. Was it possible that he was a nervous as she was? Was it possible that he wasn't one to just jump from client to client? Should she take the risk? Should she put her her heart out there? Take the risk? She was tired of being hurt. She hadn't been with a man for awhile because she hadn't met one that truly interested her, but this man did. Only she didn't know why. Why was she attracted to this particular man? Why right now? Did it matter? Could she reach out and just touch him like he was touching her? How much would it hurt when he left? Did she, should she care? If she wanted to live she was going to get hurt. But she really didn't want to be hurt. Hurting was painful. Did she really need to feel pain? But oh how tired of being alone out here she was.

She reached out with her hand and lightly brushed her fingertips along the angles of his left cheek. She could see how much they trembled, could feel the moisture gathering between her legs as her began to swell. She heard a low moan but it was a couple of heartbeats later that she realized she had made the noise.

His eye were hot, burning, so was his skin as she brought her forefinger across his fuller lower lip, and heard him hiss. She shivered hard and whimpered in her need. Her tongue replacing her finger, tracing over the soft flesh.

 

[Finadien]

She didn't answer and his first thought was that she was either thinking of a polite way to tell him to fuck off or that she was to embaresed by his stupid advances that she was at a loss of words. But then he saw the look in her eyes and realized that what he had seen in the bedroom had been true. She was as attracted to him as he was to her and her silence came from the realization that words couldn't express their feelings.

Her shaking hand came up to caress his cheek and the frown that the uncertainty had carved in his face slowly vanished to be replaced by a much softer expression. Her hand traced the side of his face and a low moan escaped her lips showing him that she felt the same desire he did.

He still looked into her beautifull eyes and nearly could feel the heat and electricity exchanged between them. He was certain that is somebody where to put a sheet of paper between them it would burst into flame immidiatly. Her hand wandered to his mouth and one finger touched his lips slightly which made him release the breath he had kept in a hiss. Finaly she bend forward slightly to let her tongue trace over his lips where her finger allready had left a fiery trail.

The tremmor in his hand had slowed down a bit and he moved it to her neck, holding her head and then his lips parted to accept her tongue into he waiting mouth where his tongue was awaiting hers. His other hand went to the small of her back, pulling her closer so their mouth could meet in a hot, passionate kiss. His tongue met hers and they performed a dance in the shared space of their mouths.

The kiss seemed to last for all eternity but still was much to short but he recognized the need to breath from time to time. As they broke contact for a moment his face had lightend up considarably and he enjoyed the sight of the beautifull face he just had kissed.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Dragging in air to fill her lungs, Suzanne slowly opened her eyes. She could see that he was as stunned as she was. They hadn't touched beyond fingertips and lips, yet her entire body was blazing. The level of her desire was stronger than anything she had ever felt before. She was suddenly afraid, not of him but of her own strong feelings. How could she have strong feelings for someone she had known only an hour? Known? She didn't know him at all.

But her body didn't care, it was amazing how much it didn't care. After being woken from a very long dormancy, her senses were ablaze. She knew that listening to her body wasn't always a smart thing but her logical brain was being overwhelmed by her physical needs and she stepped in closer and kissed him again. Her arms went around his neck as her body pressed against his. She felt the deep shudder she slid her tongue into his mouth, tasting him. She moaned again.

 

[Finadien]

This time she innitiated the kiss and she did pull him closer, he just let himself fall into her embrace. Their tongues met again, intervined, dancing, flicking against each other and he hands went around her as well, pulling her closer still, pressing her body to his. And what a body it was. Her casual clothes had hidden the exact form of her body well but now he could feel her breasts pressing against his chest and his hands went to her well rounded firm but. He squeezed it gently and let his other hand wander under her sweater, caressing her back.

He could feel his own arousal slowly building which was no wonder since this was the first woman he had touched for a long time. He still couldn't belive his luck. He knew that he really wasn't that bad looking but his shyness and involvment with comuters had distanced himself from most woman and somehow love had been lost to him. This all could change with Suzanne, his mind told him that this couldn't be more then just a fling but even that was okay. His body told him exactly what it expected.

They broke their kiss again and this time he had the precence of mind to look around for a place to sit and his eyes immidiatly fell on the big rug infront of the fireplace. It did look very inviting and so he entagled one arm from her and took a step in that direction, pulling her along with a smile on her face.