Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Second-to-Last Mask (Mature)

Mature Content

"It's getting late. I should be going." She sat up slowly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Do you need to be somewhere tomorrow?"

"No, it's my day off."

I held open my arms. "You can stay if you like. I think this visit has done you some good. I know it has for me."

"I want to but..." She frowned, trying not to say the wrong words.

"You're not comfortable trusting me while you're asleep to not start any funny business."

"It's easier to trust you when I'm awake."

"I'm not offended, but I wonder if I can do something about it."


"You know my body will react. I have as much control over that as I've claimed for my imagination. It's been reacting since you stopped by. But we both know that neither of us is looking for that type of thing. Hell, my body has reacted while sleeping next to someone I'm not attracted to, as ugly as me."

"You're not... I mean..."

"I know what you mean. The mind sometimes goes both ways. It wants to stay but fears staying. Let me show you something." I sat up behind her, scrambled around my bed and climbed off, then walked the few paces to my closet. I leaned in, and pulled out a white shirt on a hanger.

"Is that...?"

"Yes. I picked it up last year. Always wanted one and found it on sale. I tried it on once and damn near got stuck. If I wear this..."

"Then you can't do anything."

"You're still free to change your mind in the middle of the night, just please help me out of it before you leave."

She smiled, a rare sight in my presence, when she took off the second to last mask. "This changes everything."

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