You Don't Know Me (Open)

Preston

Missy invited me into the room. I thought about challening her with another apple but I feared my mind was playing tricks on me and trying to create the illusion of someone with Christy's qualities that had just magically stumbled into my life.

I entered her room and slipped of my shoes as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I forgot how smalls these rooms were. Most were used by horny teenagers who worked minimum wage jobs all week to scratch up the $40 for a room. The owners took note of this and there was no furniture in the room except the bed. I didn't want to see overbearing so I just stood by the doorway with my arms folded, not taking an invitation unless one was given.

"Oh Missy," I said remembering something forgot I to tell her, I raised my voice a little so she could hear me in the bathroom. "I hope you don't mind doing a little modeling for me, I've got a trade show coming up soon and I'll need a hand model to show off some rings just so people can see how the gems sparkle, you know stuff like that, hope you don't mind." I cringed at the thought of slipping a ring onto her finger so she could model them. But buyers were weird, they wanted to see fake proposals to see how the ring would look being presented. So I knew against my better judgement I had to put my feelings aside and focus on business.

This is strictly business I repeated to myself and flipped on the tv. A porn movie was on. I gasped with embarrassment and mashed at the buttons on the remote fumbling with it trying to change the channel before Missy came out of the bathroom. "Darned teenagers" I said my frustration becoming obvious.
 
"Missy"

I had almost run into the bathroom in order to get my thoughts together. Splashing cool water on my face, I stared at the pale stranger there.

Hearing his question, I stilled. He had slipped a ring on my finger once and I had given it back to him. But this was business and I couldn't let my fears of the past ruin this opportunity so I called back,"Yes, sure."

When I walked out of the bathroom Preston was frantically trying to turn off a double x movie that had come onto the screen. Trying not to laugh, I went over and switched it manually.

That was Preston for you. If there was a remote in the room he wouldn't try the manual way. I had once found him fighting with a remote for his own TV whose batteries had died. He then confessed he had been trying to get it to work for over fifteen minutes before I had come in to change the channel for him. A rush of warmth at the memories flooded me for a second before I remembered that I was basically here under false pretenses.

Going over to where our food was, I took it out and placed it in the small microwave.

"Dinner in a minute," I said as I hit the buttons to heat up our food.
 
Preston

Missy switched the channel. I winked at her and said "Aww and just when it was getting to the good part, now I'll never find out if the naughty nurse was able to save the patient." A smile appeared in the corner of her face.

While we waited for the food I excused myself to the bathroom. I noticed her purse on the sink. I pushed the door shut. It creaked slowly with an ghastly squeak. I looked at her driver's license, credit cards, everything checked out, her name was Missy. But still something wasn't right. I rummaged a little deeper. I could see "Kodak" written on the back of photo, I began to flip it over but stopped myself. "How desperate am I to think this is Christy reincarnated?" I thought to myself shaking my head as the microwave beeped.

We ate on the bed. A little secret sauce dripped down her face. "Missy you've got some sauce on your face" I said raising my finger to my face to show her the general location. She mirrored my movements. "No, other side, no a little lower, here let me get it." I said wiping the sauce off with my thumb. Her skin felt so soft, almost brand new. "Must be all these fancy creams they've got nowadays, they can do anything." I thought to myself.

Our chewing was the only sound interrupting the silence. I finished my last piece of chicken and noticed the wishbone. "Oh, make a wish." I said handing her half of the wishbone. She shut her eyes tightly and pulled.
 
"Missy"

It took all my willpower not to shiver as his thumb caressed my face and I turned my attention back to my meal...fast.

When he came up with the wishbone, I grasped it and pulled only to find that he had the bigger half. I smiled at him and tossed it in the garbage. I know what I had wished for but I wondered what his had been.

"So," I said, finishing off my fries and taking a drink of my soda,"What does one of the wealthiest men in the county wish for?"
 
Preston

"Well, if I tell you the wish it won't come true, will it?" I said smugly. "But if you really want to know, I wished for closure to heal my broken heart." I could see her gazing at me intently. Quickly I changed the pace of the conversation.

"It wasn't so much a wish but like a toast to a new beginning. I have a feeling you're going to prove very helpful for my business." We raised our soda cans and clinked them together toasting. I smiled at her. "You know I've never met anyone like you, there's something about you so...intriguing. But I'm sure you get that all the time from guys, that amongst other lame pickup lines since you are a very attractive young woman."
 
"Missy"

I gave a guilty start when he mentioned his broken heart. And then he was smiling and changing the subject. Thank God.

My face flushed as he mentioned something about me and I had to take a breath to steady myself a moment before I could answer him.

"Well, I always tell them the same thing," I said looking up into his eyes,"I'm looking for the one man I know is the right one."
 
Preston

Was she flirting with me? I couldn't tell, it'd been so long I guess I had lost my radar. Part of me wanted to pursue but another part wanted to just go home and forget this night, plagued with weirdness.

"I hope you find the one you're looking for." I said with a smile. I rose from the bed, stretched my arms over my head and said "Well, it's getting late I supposed I should let you sleep now. Come by tomorrow and we'll hash out the details, pay requirements, job duties, etc." "Good night Missy" I said noticing my fly was down and turning away from her to zip it. I looked back with embarrassment, "Ok, let me explain, the naughty nurses had nothing to do with this, I swear!" I said to her stifling my laughter.
 
"Missy"

I laughed at his embarrassment. It was something he always said in this kind of situation and the laughter made me forget myself.

"You always...." I caught myself before I could finish and turned it into a question instead. "Do you always say things like that? I bet the girls love your sense of humor."
 
Preston

"Well I must admit, I do use my humor as a weapon, I'm just glad I wasn't wearing sweatpants when I noticed my fly was down." I said with a wink.

"I probably should get going, but I'm more than willing to stick around and chat if you would like, but I've got a few demands. First we're gonna need some popcorn since I can't let the free HBO go to waste." I said still grasping the remote control.
 
"Missy"

"Popcorn?" I said shaking my head,"Where are we going to get popcorn at this late hour? All of the stores are closed by now."

Realizing I had probably let on that I was more familiar with the town than I wanted him to know, I corrected the mistake.

"I mean, in a small town like this all of the stores would be closed, I would think."

Yeah, if I was thinking I would stop letting myself get so used to being with Preston again and stop saying stupid things he might pick up on.
 
Preston

"Well obviously you've never been to this small town." I said. "We're collective farmers here, you know share the wealth and all that socialist propaganda. There's a popcorn field not far from here, we can walk, if you feel like it, or I can give you a piggy back ride. We'll take it right off the cob. The farmers won't mind we'll just a few. Besides he owes me, I repaired a family heirloom for him pro bono."

We put on our shoes and headed outside. "I bet when you woke up this morning, you didn't think you'd be in a cornfield with a dorky rich man at midnight, did you?" I said with a playful shove. "Oh and how about that piggy back ride, think you can carry me?" I said starting to put on leg around her waist.
 
"Missy"

I swatted at his leg, playfully and laughed.

"You would be surprised what I thought I would be doing right about now, Mr Rich Dork," I said, dancing away from him and laughing as I moved ahead and out of range.

Oh yeah, he would be surprised that I was exactly where I wanted to be when I got on that plane. Just not exactly how I thought things would go. But I wasn't looking a gift horse in the mouth.
 
Preston

"Hey get back here, Miss Ambigous. You're not getting away that easily" I said grasping for her sleeve. "So, tell me what did you think you'd be doing now?" She seemed hesitant to answer.
I still couldn't put my finger on what was so familiar about her. Maybe it was the playfulness. Perhaps it wasn't familiar it was just something I missed.

I knelt at the edge of the cornfield and began husking a piece of corn. I took a bite out of it. She grimaced at my painful crunching. "Ok, that really did hurt" I said holding my jaw. I rose to my feet and slipped on a few loose cobs. I landed hard on my back, my breath forced out of. I heart Misty gasp and start running towards me. "I'm fine" I said starting to laugh, knowing my pride hurt more than my body did. "Maybe I should just count my losses and grab a few more cobs and let's go back to the room ok? If I wasn't temporarily paralyzed I'd race you but not very fair since your legs would work better than mine now." I felt so young, so free. I hoped everyday working with her would be like this.
 
"Missy"

I was glad when he was distracted from his question by us arriving at the cornfield.

I rolled my eyes as he bit into one. Lovable Goon I thought easily slipping into the role I was used to having with him but unable to say it out loud.

When he slipped and fell I was right there, kneeling down beside him and running my hand over his collarbone. He had broken it horseback riding one day and I had always been afraid that he could reinjure it. He had finally told me to give it a rest and stop mothering him but the instant I saw him hit the ground the old fear resurfaced.

Pulling back, glad he hadn't noticed, I held out my hand to him. "Come on!" I said with a smile of relief,"I'll help you hobble back to the room, Old Man."
 
Preston

She rubbed her hand over my collarbone. It was still tender, but how did she know to go there first? Of all my bones and body parts why the collarbone?

She helped me to my feet and we made our way back to the room. I stopped at the ice machine "I hope you don't mind but I'm going to fill your bathtub with ice and soak in it for a little while. I'm getting too old to pretend I'm not old." I said noticing her discomfort from supporting my weight.

I ran a lukewarm bath and began piling the ice in the tub. "Sorry, I'm sure you wanted to shower first, look at me just taking over your room." I said sincerely.

I began to disrobe in the bathroom. I undid my shirt and looked my body over, no visible cuts or bruises. I began to unfasten my jeans. The zipper was stuck in the fabric. "Missy!" I called out to her. I opened the door and with my hand covering my crotch said "You're not going to believe this." Immediately after I burst into laughter.
 
"Missy"

I didn't mind that he took over the bathroom, it would give me a good excuse to get my thoughts together. When he called out to me, I turned and looked at him, shaking my head and laughing.

"Silly Old Bear," I muttered, one of my favorite lines from Winnie The Pooh which was one of my favorites.

Going over to him, I took his hands away from the zipper, grasped it and jerked it to the side and then up, making it let loose the fabric and freeing the zipper.

"There," I said standing back to admire my work,"Lets see any of the naughty nurses do that!"
 
Preston

I was amazed at the kindess of this stranger. She had forgiven my embarrassing situation and helped me. Thinking quickly I said "Well, thank you, but let's try it again, this time you can only use your teeth" I said. I noticed a stirring in my loins. It had been a long time since I had been touched, so this embarrassment provided enough stimulation apparently.

I dashed quickly into the bathroom and slammed the door. I got in the bathtub full of ice. It ticked my body. An ice cube was a sharp unwelcome thing to sit on. Ouch! I adjusted myself in the tub and tried to ignore my evergrowing arousal. I sighed and began to pleasure myself. I figured this was the best possible outcome for this night.

I heard a knock at the door and Missy's muffled voice say something about a towel. I scrambled to cover myself but watched in horror as the door slowly opened.
 
"Missy"

There was no denying the chemestry between us and I sat down on the bed breathing a sigh of relief as I heard him mutter as he sat down in the tub of ice.

Then, with a start, I remembered my purse being in there and the photo I kept of myself and Preston. It was only one photo and I didn't think he would look...but I couldn't take that chance.

Grabbing one of the towels that was provided by the motel, I knocked on the door and asked if he had one. He couldn't hear me so I walked in, holding my hand across my eyes and holding out the towel to him.

"I asked if you had a towel," I said, trying not to peek at his all to familiar anatomy though my eyes wanted to see him that way again.

Stepping back, I stumbled on my purse and, with a sigh of relief, bent to pick it up.

"Silly me," I mumbled,"Forgot to take that out of here." And I beat a hasty retreat, not daring to breathe again until the door was closed and I was leaning against the wall, my heart beating faster than it had in a long time.
 
Preston

Missy came in covering her eyes with a towel. I chuckled a little. We weren't kids, I'm sure she had seen a naked man before.
I watched her take her purse, I hope she didn't notice anything was out of place. If so I could just say I bumped it when I was bouncing around struggling with my zipper and it fell off of the sink.

I heard the popcorn beginning to pop as I continued to pleasure myself, I figure I bet not risk getting caught again so I just let my arousal fade away on its own. I sat in the tub shivering and thinking of Christy. She would've fit in perfect tonight. If this was years ago I could've had my fun with Missy and returned home to Christy to keep me warm at night. But also Christy was gone.

I dried myself off and put my boxers on. Leaving the bathroom I said "All yours." I heard quick footsteps moving away from the door. I wondered if she had been spying on me...

I looked around the room and saw Missy bent over the microwave trying to clean up the mess. Apparently she hadn't taken the kernels off of the cob and had caused an overload in the microwave. The room smelt like burnt popcorn.

"Well that's ok, we can still salvage the movie, I said sitting on the bed patting a spot next to me, inviting her to take a seat.
 
"Missy"

I sighed. Well, thats what I got for listening at the door. I had been curious and it had cost us our popcorn.

Going over to the bed, I sat down and smiled at him. "So, what are we watching, Oh God of the Remote?"

I
 
"Hmm...let's see here, Espn, Animal Planet, CNN, geez there's gotta be some movies on. Oh here we go "Face Off" about the guys changing faces to stalk each other. I think it's an interesting concept but I think regardless of how much plastic surgery someone had done there's just some things a person can't change, don't you think?" I said looking at her. She looked uneasy, maybe she was running from a past or maybe she'd had some plastic surgery done, like a face lift or boob job. I cleared my throat and continued "Well at this is an original idea, everything else Hollywood makes now is just remakes of old movies. But we can watch whatever you want, you're probably not going to hear many men say this but, here, you're in charge of the remote." I said handing it to her.
 
"Missy"

My heart almost stopped. Did he suspect something? He had been hinting about it all night and for a moment I couldn't even think to reply.

Taking the remote and hoping he didn't notice my hand shaking, I gave a laugh and tossed it on the bed.

"I've seen it but it's good. Lets just go with this."

Scooting back on the bed, I propped myself up on the pillows there and turned my attention to the movie.
 
Preston

"Missy, I don't want to start a philosophical debate, being that you're jet lagged and I'm a little drunk, but have you ever wished you were someone else? I mean this movie has got me thinking, I'm a wealthy jewelry mogul, yeah it's a good life and all but still I would trade it all for a normal life. But I guess we all feel that way, huh? Like something is missing in our lives and most people just can't be happy with what they've got, no matter how blessed they are." She stared at me blankly. "But I guess I probably should just shut up and enjoy the movie since it was my idea to watch it." I said focusing on the screen, periodicially peering out of the corner of me to see her facial expressions. I knew something was on her mind and I would keep pressing until I found out. I had to know who she was and what she running from.
 
"Missy"

I swallowed hard. He was getting too close and I was feeling closed in.

Trying to focus on the movie, my mind was elsewhere. Did I wish I were someone else? For all intents and purposes I was someone else and all I wanted was to get back the life I had left behind.

Shaking the thought from my head as well as the doubts it would ever happen, I forced myself to watch the show but the images blurred together in a mocking parody of my own shallowness and I shifted uneasily beside Preston.
 
Preston

"I'm sorry, I seem to have made you uneasy." I said placing my arm around her head and shoulders. "Don't mind me, sometimes I shoot my mouth off, I'm a chore to watch movies with because they get me thinking. You should watch "Happy Gilmore" with me, you'll hear me analyzing my golf game for weeks afterwards." I said with a chuckle.

My eyes were getting heavy but I didn't want get up and leave her, especially since she seemed to need someone, either to listen to her or protect her. "Oh crap," I said rubbing at my eyes with my free hand. "I'm getting sleepy." I yawned deeply. "I better get going or I'll doze off here and hijack your bed." I started to wiggle free from underneath her but she appeared to have my arm trapped either willingly or unwillingly.
 
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