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Her hand in his sent shivers along his body. She led him down a hallway, and all he could do was stare at her hair as it swished around her long, slender neck. She opened a door and guided him into a bedroom.
An enormous bed dominated the room. It had a red quilt that matched the color of the wooden frame. A vanity sat along the far wall. She stepped over to the it and pointed at another door.
“Bathroom is in there,” Stacy opened a drawer and started shifting through its contents. “Take off your shirt.”
“Um, what?” Paul stood dumbfounded trying to look at the door and Stacy at the same time.
She turned around, holding a white pull-over t-shirt. “You gonna wear that beer covered shirt for the rest of the party?” One of her eyebrows curled up.
Paul shrugged. He took the shirt and went into the bathroom before taking off the old shirt. When pulled the soiled shirt off, he saw Nobody sitting on the white lid of the toilet.
Paul cursed in shock.
“What’s wrong?” Stacy asked from the bedroom.
“Nothing,” Paul lied, staring at Nobody. “I just almost tripped is all.”
“This path only ends in heartbreak.” Nobody spoke softly. Apparently he didn’t want Stacy to know he was there any more than Paul did.
“What are you doing here!?” It was hard to shout while whispering, but Paul managed it.
Other than the sink and the toilet on which Nobody sat, the only other fixture was a bathtub. A muted-glass wall with a small door topped the rim of the tub, allowing it to serve as a shower without the use of a curtain.
“What are you expecting to happen?” Typical. He ignored Paul’s question to ask one of his own.
“Even you have to know what I’m hoping to get out of this. You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t at least possible,” Paul whispered even after turning on the sink faucet to cover the conversation.
“Why her?” Nobody asked.
“Have you seen her?” Paul asked in reply.
“Is she special?” Nobody asked. “She certainly isn’t your wife.”
The fire that always lived deep in Paul’s chest seemed to grow hotter. “I’m not a little boy you can just order around.” The words came out in a growl. “I even know where you’re going with this, but Bill died. He died never having what he wanted.”
“Do you truly think Bill regretted not having sex?” Nobody asked.
“I’m sure he regretted a lot of things.” Paul used one of the towels that hung on a rack fixed to the door. He wet a part of it and used it to wipe his chest and stomach. “I’m not going to let go of an opportunity like this.”
“One of the great lies of sin is the idea that what you think you want is going to satisfy you,” Nobody said.
Paul smiled, turning the towel so he could dry off. “I have every intention of being satisfied.”
Nobody’s head sank. He stood up and opened the small door of the combination bath and shower. “Is that really all she is to you?”
“She’s smart, beautiful, and successful,” Paul said. “Any guy would be lucky to have her.”
“But is it that you want from her?” Paul felt Nobody’s eyes lock onto is own despite the opaque mask he wore.
“I don’t know, but I know I want this,” Paul replied.
Nobody carefully stepped into the shower.
Paul chuckled. “Are you seriously going to teleport from in there?”
Nobody paused with the door half shut. “Did you want to talk about how I do it?” His head turned back to the door to the bedroom. “Or did you have other things on your mind.”
Paul looked from Nobody to the door. He only got more angry. “You’re not going to take this from me. You wouldn’t tell me how it works anyway.”
“No,” Nobody replied. “I wouldn’t. He shut the door.”
Paul watched as the plexiglass flared with bright light. As always, the temperature seemed to dip to freezing, swing to boiling and shift back to normal as the light of the teleportation burst to life.
He turned around and turned off the sink faucet. Then he put on the plain shirt Stacy had given him. He looked in the mirror. Bill died without so much as enjoying one moment of being in a relationship. Paul refused to miss out on those same things. Of course, that didn’t mean he was guaranteed to get what he wanted. He took a few deep breaths, and walked out.
Stacy sat on the bed. She was beautiful. She wore a strange smile that Paul felt both encouraged and confused by.
“You’re more shy than I thought you’d be,” she said.
Paul shrugged. “I don’t really know what to say.”
They both laughed. “You’re weird,” she said.
“I don’t think I’m weird,” he replied.
“You are.” She used her hand to pat a spot on the bed beside her. “Let’s talk.”
Paul sat down. Next to her, he could smell whatever perfume she wore. He couldn’t identify the scent, but it might as well have been some sort of magic potion. It seemed to cloud his thoughts. “I don’t want to miss out in life.”
“What would you miss out on?” she asked.
“Someone … “ His voice caught. “Someone close to me died a while back.”
Her face and posture shifted. She frowned. “Who?”
Paul shook his head. “It’s hard to explain. Can we talk about you for a while.”
She tilted her head. “What do you want to know?”
He looked into her eyes. “Everything.”
They talked for what seemed like forever. She told him about growing up. She told him about her goals to have her own business. He just listened. It was much easier to listen to her talk than to think about his life. She talked about growing up. She talked about getting into college.
“Isn’t this boring?” She laughed and shifted as if she meant to stand.
He snatched her hand. “No!” He smiled. “It’s not boring at all. You’re amazing.”
“I’ve just been talking.” She chuckled softly, letting herself settle back down onto the bed. “I didn’t think you’d listen to all of that.”
Paul smiled. “I already told you. I want to know everything.”
She returned the smile. She leaned in, gently kissing his lips. He was nervous at first. It felt like all of his muscles came to life at once. He held himself back for a moment, afraid to let his desire take over. Then she grabbed his head and climbed onto his lap. After that, they both let their passion run wild.
… to be continued …
M.L.S. Weech 
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