|Maggie...Is This Trip Really Necessary? (standard:romance, 5199 words)|
|Author: Bob Kain||Added: Sep 24 2000||Views/Reads: 2402/1462||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I had known her what, two weeks? And now I was going to drive into a hurricane after her?|
Maggie...Is This Trip Really Necessary? For the fifth time in the last two hours I listened as the phone I had dialed rang and rang, with no answer. It was unusual, to say the least, that a businesswoman would not have an answering machine in her home, but I had already figured out that Maggie Winters was anything but your usual woman. Ordinarily, I would have given up trying to reach someone after this many unsuccessful attempts, and left it for another night. In Maggie's case, it served only to increase my desire to speak with her. It was nine fifteen at night. I made a mental note to try again in a half hour, and went back to reading my newspaper while also watching Monday Night Football. It had been almost fifteen years now since my divorce. Loneliness showed it's ugly head from time to time, and I'd had to learn to deal with that. But it never was a problem on Monday night. It was still a relief to turn on the game without someone asking me why we couldn't watch Murphy Brown once in a while. Nine forty-five, ten fifteen and ten forty-five brought only more endless ringing of Maggie's phone. It was getting awfully late to be calling someone, but I was becoming slightly obsessed with the desire to talk to her. Now, to my chagrin, I found myself wondering if perhaps she was out with someone and was spending the night. If she was, it certainly wasn't any of my business, and normally I wouldn't have cared. I felt just a touch of fear at the realization that after only one meeting with this woman, the thought of her with another man could bring me to this little battle with jealousy. Summoning a measure of extra resolve, I pushed that thought from my mind. But, I decided to change the frequency of my calls to every fifteen minutes. Finally, at eleven fifteen, in the middle of the fifth ring, the phone was picked up. Mentally, I let out a sigh of relief. A much bigger sigh than I would have liked, but I could only control so much. "Hello"? Maggie's voice was even softer and more seductive on the phone than it was in person, if that was possible. "Hi, Maggie, this is..." "Hi, Bob. How are you?" "I'm just fine. How did you know it was me?" "Oh, I recognized your voice. It's very distinctive." I paused for a few seconds. Long enough to let the tingle dissipate that was running up my spine. "Thank you. I'm flattered that you remembered. Listen, I'm sorry to be calling so late. But I really wanted to talk to you. I've been trying to get you all night." "That's all right, I don't mind. I'm happy to hear from you. I'm home most nights, but I went to a girlfriend's house tonight to watch the football game. So, what were you so anxious to talk to me about?" All right, now, get a grip on yourself. She's happy to hear from you. She was with a girlfriend, and she likes football. There was no stopping the tingle now. "Well, I was hoping that you would have dinner with me tomorrow night, if you aren't busy." "Bob, I'd love to have dinner with you." Yes! The tingle had found my legs. "But, I'm sorry, I can't tomorrow." Being doused with a bucket of ice water couldn't have stopped that tingle any quicker. "I have a softball game tomorrow evening." "Softball game? You're on a softball team?" "Oh yes. I'm the catcher." My mind conjured up the image of the elegant and beautiful woman that I had met last week. Now, it tried to adjust that image by adorning it with a sweaty, grimy softball uniform, a catcher's mask, chest protector and shin guards. It was no use. I'd have to see it to believe it. Click here to read the rest of this story (481 more lines)
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