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Written By: Solo's Girl

An apartment somewhere in New York City.

Low lights, soft music, an empty champagne bottle in the ice bucket.

Blankets in disarray, two warm bodies lying side by side.

The brush of a hand.

The blush of a cheek.

A soft kiss.

A kiss returned.

Two pair of eyes staring deep into each other.

A smile, another kiss.

“What a wonderful evening…”

“Better then wonderful!”

“Better than wonderful?”

“Oh yes…..” a contented sigh.

A finger brushes a ticklish spot.

A squirm. A light laugh.

“So I find out something new about you….”

Another soft tickle.

One sits up sliding into the crook of the others arm.

A loving glance is exchanged.

As hands once again brush across sensitive skin they bring small bumps to the surface as the sweat glistens.

One body moves over top of the other.

A moment of hesitation as another passionate kiss is exchanged.

But something is amiss.

Clothes are picked up from the floor and slipped into.

The one still in the bed sits up a sad expression in the eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“I have to go.”

“But I thought…..”

Another kiss stills the end of the statement.

“It was wonderful….Better then wonderful….But I still have to go…”

The figure in the bed sits up not believing what is happening.

“I don’t understand….Please…Stay…”

“I can’t….”

“Can I call you?….”

A heavy sigh.

“Why don’t I call you sometime…Maybe we can get together again…You know maybe for a drink or something…”

The figure walked to the door, turned and blew one last kiss. Giving a wink and a half smile, a light wave of the hand and the sound of the front door shutting.

Napoleon Solo sat up on the edge of the bed and gave his head a good shake.

“What the hell just happened here?” he said aloud.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest and reached down picking up his briefs from the floor. He slipped into his shorts and t-shirt.
Napoleon went across the semi-dark bedroom and sat on the window seat

“So this is what the other foot feels like,” he said with a sigh, “I don’t like it….I…” Napoleon Solo

His thoughts stopped. How many times had he done the same thing?

He felt a knot in his stomach and to his surprise a small tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Napoleon Solo sat in the window looking out on the city.

Alone.


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Kelly-LA/CA The Other Foot 0 Oct 24 2011, 3:44 PM EDT by Kelly-LA/CA
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Terrific!

I really thought this story was heading in one direction and as usual you switched gears on us!! Well done. When the door shut I felt myself shaking my head then the next 2 lines had me on the floor. You are a wonderful story teller!

Thanks for sharing your amazing talent!!
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Anonymous Other Foot 0 Oct 24 2011, 10:10 AM EDT by Anonymous
 
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Oh Poor Napoleon!!

But as my mother always said "What goes around, comes around." Maybe he'll learn from this harsh lesson.
(I still what to hold him and tell him everything will be alright though!)

:-) Great little story! Thnx!

Gena from VA Beach
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