Celene (standard:romance, 503 words)
Author: GXD	Added: Aug 22 2007	Views/Reads: 3514/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Love in the afternoon becomes money at night and envy in the morning.

CELENE 

Celene turned to face me,  pivoting on the spike heels of her gilt
shoes.  She looked down into my eyes, creating a private space for our 
conversation with her aureole of silver hair.  I reached up and 
caressed one of her earrings, a silver plinth floating beneath her 
model ear. 

"Celene, you look stunning tonight," I told her, "captivating,
enchanting, a prize for a king." 

She smiled that big broad smile that I had come to love, that Marylin
Monroe smile, that sweeping Bostralian smile tender enough to subdue 
the most assertive male.  I ached to cuddle her peach cheeks in my 
palms, to scratch her slender neck with my beard, to nestle my tongue 
among her earlobes. 

"Mark will be here in a few minutes," she answered, "I want you to meet
him." 

"What does he do for you?"  I wondered.  Celene runs a detective agency
(just like TV) and supplies security guards to local industries. 

"Oh, nothing," she replied, sipping delicately at her Chenin Blanc,
"He's just a good friend."  She turned to set down her drink and the 
rustle of her green sateen gown against the sterile white chenille 
blouse plunged a thunderbolt of desire right through my heart into my 
legs.  Celene turned and gently put a hand on my shoulder. 

"Come," she said.  "Let's sit right here and wait for him.  I want to
tell you how successful I've been in the stock market lately.  But I've 
really got to cash in all the long-term capital gains before the end of 
the year.  What do you think I should do with the short term holdings? 
Wouldn't it be better to hang onto them for a capital loss to offset 
the taxes?" 

"Celene," I said, trembling, "All I can do is provide you with stock
data -- at twenty minute intervals if you need it -- but I can't tell 
you how to play the market or the taxes.  You're a gambler.  You know 
what it's like to lose.  I want to be your friend." 

"You're right, Jerry.  Once I sank a lot into options and commodities,
but lost it all." 

"How much did you lose?" 

"Oh, about seventy thousand.  But I've made it all back ten times, at
least. It's a good thing I was playing from winnings.  Needless to say, 
the loss has been useful to me for several years now, and besides, I've 
really made a bundle -- more than I could ever make out of my 
business." 

"Well, if you can afford to play for those stakes, there isn't a lot I
can tell you.  Have you put aside anything for your old age?" 

Celene's laugh tinkled off the tinsel on the tree beside us.  "Of 
course,"she replied, "but it never could be enough.  I'd like to make 
one really big killing.  Oh, here's Mark now." 

She stood erect, like the cover of Vogue Magazine, and gave him a
precious hug. 

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Seattle 1991, Gerald X. Diamond All Rights Reserved


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