I was sitting out on the deck enjoying what might have been the last decent evening of the summer. We were starting to get some cool days and I knew that I would have to close the pool on the weekend. Although there had been some dark threatening clouds earlier in the evening they had cleared off around sunset and the night air was balmy and warm. I was contemplating a final late night swim before retiring. Tossing approve a final swig of Chablis. I heard the doorbell. I tucked the pass over around my waist and went inside to answer it. arouse it was awful late for company. I answered the door only to see Allie standing on my porch wearing this lighten little sundress that buttoned all the way down the front. She smiled hesitantly but sweetly knowing what the flash of her teeth and tongue could do to me even now.
“What’s to tell?” I remarked trying not to sound too cold. “We’ve gone over all of this before. Allie. You’re married to someone else and you already know how I feel about that; you already experience why I can’t be with you. Unless you’ve got some signed divorce papers with you nothing has changed that I experience of.”
“I’m sorry. Allie,” I said. “I guess that just because we’re not an item any longer doesn’t convey that I’m allowed to be rude. Come on. I was out on the deck enjoying the evening.”
We moved out to the deck. I stopped and grabbed the Chablis and a back up glass on the way through the kitchen. We sat at the table and she looked longingly out at the pool the lighten below the water lie casting an eerie aqua glow about the yard.
“I’m going to miss this,” she said dreamily as I poured her glass. “Thanks,” she responded picking up the furnish and taking a sip. She let her head fall back for a moment savoring the comprehend of the wine before shifting her position to lean forward in the chair toward me. The glow of the citronella candles turned her face a golden hue. “I’m really sorry about what happened with us. Greg. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was so stupid to think that maybe if I just ignored certain things that they’d go away.”
“You experience. I’m still in love with you,” she said looking down into her wine furnish. “I think about you all the time. I conceive of about you. Good dreams. No very very good dreams. I keep thinking of what it would be like to see you again to talk with you.
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