Saturday, September 3, 2011

Steam up your windows Part eight

10pm came and went and Caleb was still waiting for Estelle to get there. Their relationship was starting to drive him crazy.  He hated the way she had him by the balls like this.  Getting up for a drink, he decided that he didn't want to be in this back and forth situation any longer.  Estelle had already broken his heart more then once and he was not going to let her do it again. 
He could have any woman he wanted, he reminded himself as he poured a large glass of whiskey, leaning one strong pale arm on the counter.  So what was it about her that had him all tangled up inside? 
Caleb quickened his pace as he moved back into the living room turning off the computer then the lights.  Damn her if she couldn't keep on schedule.  He headed back down the dim hallway to his bedroom. 

It was a cool night, the curtain blowing lightly in the open window.  Someone in the neighbourhood was setting off fireworks which lit up the night sky, casting shadows on his bedroom wall.  Scratching mindlessly at his right hand, he took a large swallow of the whiskey, his eyes darting back and forth as he watched the shadows on the wall, counting to ten before the next blast went off. 

That's when he made up his mind that he was not staying in, not going to wait again for her.  The dark haired man shot across the room opening the doors to his closet asking himself where he wanted to go?


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He sat at the bar, one arm lazily crossed over the other, nursing a sour tasting beer.  Cheap beer, whatever was on tap and it set the mood perfectly.  He'd chosen a pair of dark blue jeans and a black buttoned shirt. Cheap bar, cheaper still were the quality of people in the bar.  The dj hadn't even bothered to show up and the jukebox seemed to groan under its own weight; an old 70's band on constant loop. 
Caleb was just about to leave when he saw this woman walk in.  Tall, blonde, rake thin. Nothing like Estelle. Nodding to himself he made up his mind he'd settle in with one more bad beer and see what her situation was. He didn't have to wait for long before she was standing at his side trying to get his attention. 
Letting out a deep breath, he finished off his beer and sized up the situation.  The blonde flirted in the usual ways, leaned in too close letting him get more then an eyeful of her tanned body, played with her hair just an inch too much, and seemed to have decided his wrist was the perfect resting place for her hand. 
He felt dirty suddenly as he moved away from her grappling hook grip.  Excusing himself, Caleb turned and left the bar letting the night air wash over him.    He shuttered for a second thinking that this had been the worst idea he'd had in a very long time.   His shoes were nearly silent as he started the walk home, his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans. 

As he waited for the lights Caleb spotted two teenagers across the street.  They were locked in a tight embrace, kissing with the innocent hunger that he remembered being 17 could bring. Silently he let his gaze fall on them as the kids were not shy with their lustful goodnight.  A light came on from the house they were in front of, and the girl turned to look as the window opened.  Caleb crossed the street letting a smile escape him.  Suddenly all he could think of was the way Estelle's lips felt when she kissed the hollow of his neck.
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Walking into his apartment he found there was a puddle of light spilling down the hallway.  Locking the door behind him he didn't have to call out.   Estelle's sneakers were by the door beside her purse. He'd forgotten she still had a key. 
Pretending he didn't see anything, he walked right past the bedroom and into the bathroom closing the door quietly.  
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Part 9 soon

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