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Maybe Later

Continuing a tale of three fantasies: A rewarding life can be lived without a partner, a satisfying life can be lived without sex, and deserved rewards always await those who are patient.

Brett, his body still on east coast time, was awake even before the first graying of the night skies. He, too, had wrestled much of the night trying to sort out his feelings toward his wife's older sister. At length, he arose and padded into the bathroom for a quick shower and shave. Finished, he dressed and quietly found his way to the kitchen.

A short search yielded a coffee pot and some grounds, and before long, he poured the first cup of coffee. Not bad, he thought. He let himself out onto the veranda and drank in the sweet fragrance of a damp forest. Through breaks in the woods he could see the Pacific far beyond, and in the still gray dawn, it was hard to tell where the horizon ended and the sky began. Louann's done well, he considered.

Louann awakened to the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee. It had been a long night for her, as thoughts and visions of her brother-in-law, some of them rather lurid, interrupted her sleep, and each time, she awoke with a feeling of guilt at the intensity of her imagination. Now, with dawn fully at hand, she reached in her closet for her robe to pull on over her nightgown. Hey, Lou, she thought to herself as she glanced at her mirror, you're really going to dazzle him with your elegance! She hadn't noticed until now how worn and saggy the robe had become.

She followed the aroma of the fresh-brewed coffee to the kitchen.

Nice, I could get used to this, Louann thought, but where's Brett? She poured herself a cup of Brett's brew, and was surprised that it was pretty close to the strength she liked, too. But then, she thought with a smile, Brett could do that; why should I be surprised?

She noticed him on the veranda, back to her, still gazing across 'her' woods. Those shoulders, she thought, I hadn't noticed 'til last evening how broad they are. As she walked up to him, she wondered if a hug might be appropriate. Instead, she threaded her arm through his. *quot;Good morning,*quot; she said.

*quot;Good morning,*quot; Brett smiled. *quot;You've done well, Louann.*quot;

*quot;Thanks,*quot; she grinned, *quot;I kinda like it.*quot;

For several moments they listened while the night sounds blended with those of the emerging new day. Louann and Brett both were lost in thought.

Louann stared at her coffee sitting on the ledge of the veranda. She remembered the urge to rise from her chair at the keyboard, how she desperately wished to return Brett's kiss on her forehead.

Brett recalled the warmth and strength in Louann's shoulders, and the swell of her breasts so tantalizingly near his fingertips. How easy it would have been to sweep her into his arms and follow up that tentative kiss on her forehead with another filled with the passion and hunger that welled up then -- and even now he felt it again.

At length, Brett asked quietly, *quot;Do we need to talk about last evening?*quot;

*quot;I thought about that for a long time last night. The right thing to say is 'I don't know what came over me,' but, you lunkhead, I know what came over me! You and your damn fingers -- and that kiss on my forehead!*quot;

*quot;Yeah, I was way out of line, kissing you like that. But I won't take all the blame either. Tell me, when was the last time you wore a scoop-neck anything?!*quot; God, I could see clear almost to her navel a couple of times, he remembered

Louann giggled, and Brett grinned.

Louann shivered in the cool morning air, but the shiver was more at the thought of his hands on her shoulders, so tenderly and enticingly last evening. And the memory of his warm breath on her ear and his kiss on her forehead still lingered warmly.

*quot;I... umm...,*quot; Brett started, then found the courage to continue. *quot;I had trouble getting to sleep last night.*quot;

*quot;Mmm... Me, too! Sleep came hard last night.*quot;

*quot;I couldn't get the thoughts of you and your sister out of my noggin. Linda in Connecticut, watching TV, munching on popcorn, maybe. You, so...*quot; He tried to continue, to add so near, so warm, so hopefully willing, but the right words wouldn't come.

Both noticed the small birds chattering at the bird feeder Louann had placed nearby, and it broke their reverie for a moment.

*quot;I'm not sure,*quot; Louann softly replied. *quot;I'm not sure I understand what happened. Do you believe in fate?*quot; Fate, she had concluded, in the form of the moment-breaking tumble, had stepped in to resolve a pending moral issue.

*quot;Mmm,*quot; Brett murmured. *quot;Fate,*quot; he repeated.

Both stood quietly, pondering *quot;Fate.*quot; Indeed, Fate had brought them together, and Fate intervened with last evening's fall.

A profound word, Fate, each mused. As silence hung loudly in the rising dawn, neither wanted to admit having not one clue how the word applied or how Fate would affect the immediate future.

*quot;I noticed sex izle some eggs in the refrigerator,*quot; Brett said, then added with a sly grin, *quot;will chickens fly out of 'em when I crack 'em open?*quot;

Louann punched him in the arm. *quot;No, you doofus, I got 'em fresh day-before-yesterday! I remembered how you like eggs in the morning.*quot;

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