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The Tumble – Chapter 34

For the next two days I discovered a new life with Marcas.  I set it off and he stepped off the edge of the precipice with me.  He was enamored by this girl I had become; a fresher, younger, uninhibited version of myself.  I don’t know why it surprised me.  It was as if he too, had been secretly waiting for her to emerge.  I believed Imtiaz conjured up a new side of me but perhaps she’d always been there, dormant, waiting for just the right catalyst.  I assumed my life would complicated, attempting to maintain two separate lives in secret, but the truth was simple.  My transformation didn’t seem to be as much about them as it was about me.  I had stepped into myself.  My old shoes no longer fit.

I assumed that when I was with Marcas, thoughts of Imtiaz would haunt me.  They did not.  I spent every moment in the present with Marcas.  Perhaps I enjoyed it all the more because I knew it was fleeting.  I dwelt in a world of perpetual love, sustained by two formidable lovers from opposite sides of the spectrum.  The dream began when I opened my eyes.

Marcas showered me with small tokens of love on our shopping mall trips.  He bought me my favorite perfume, Tocca Florence, stopped into Victoria’s Secret to purchase a black lace Teddy that he wished to inspect closer later that evening.  We lingered in Barnes and Nobles for hours, enjoying Chopin, sipping on Starbucks, nibbling on assorted treats and each other in between rows of books.  We were never apart for more than a few moments at a time.  He pampered me like a favorite Geisha and I received his gifts and attentions with quite demure.

We let no one who could spoil the fantasy into our world.  I neither called nor texted a soul.  My phone was left abandoned in my purse for much of our time.  The kid was thrilled that Maras was home and I finally had company.  She met up with her friends constantly and made herself even more scarce than before.

When Sunday came, Marcas and I stayed in bed, making love until the early afternoon.  Half dressed, erupting with giggles, attempting not to wake the kid, we managed to scramble eggs, toast waffles and fry up some corn beef hash.  We were ravenous, returning to the room with plates laden, full coffee mugs and devilish smiles.  Teens had more couth!  Marcas seemed to have forgotten his golden rule; no eating in the bedroom.

When the plates were empty, he collected them and carefully made his way toward the kitchen, precariously balancing all of the cutlery.  I scrambled off the bed to quickly tidy up and throw on the teddy for one last spin.

My drill sergeant left our warm bed a few hours later, tucking me in and insisting that I stay.  He kissed me goodbye and promised to call me when he arrived at base, approximately six hours later.

“Ok baby” I replied in a sexy, hair tousled way that almost sent him careening back into bed.

I stretched out onto his warm spot, practically purring before settling in for a cat nap.

Music from a passing car seeped through my walls, lulling me to sleep.

Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch
Got me looking so crazy right now
Got me hoping you’ll page me right now, your kiss
Got me hoping you’ll save me right now
Looking so crazy in love’s,
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love

I smiled to myself and thought uho uho uho O no no.