Libby was scared out of her wits by a weird looking stranger on a bar stool. I had to take her home.
I did my best to reassure her that she's safe with me and to calm her down but she refused to be comforted.
We were having a fantastic time at the bar, she was laughing away like she used to in the old times. Then he caught her eyes. Here is today’s episode, an excerpt from chapter 26 of the book. Enjoy.
…We were having a fantastic time at the bar, she was laughing away like she used to in the old times. Then he caught her eyes.
She swallowed hard
There was grit in her mouth.
The man was sitting there on the bar stool, in the far corner by himself, sipping Rye whiskey or something like that. He was watching her, he was watching both of us. I didn't notice him, but Libby did. He smiled at me when my gaze followed Libby's and landed on him, he smiled again at Libby who was turning pale and turning around every now and then to look at him. He just keeps on smiling, showing off a bunch of mal-aligned, rusted old teeth, but rarely (if ever) did the smile touch his eyes. Those eyes were cold and scary. Libby was shaking, from being north of mildly disturbed. It was time to go, I knew it.
“That guy is up to no good,” she said when we were on route home. We had taken an Uber back home just like we did on the way there. We didn't drive because we knew that we would probably both be somewhat intoxicated by the time we were done and be ready to get back home. No thanks though, to the strange looking loner on the bar stool, we were not as incapacitated as we had thought that we would have been.
“There is something about that guy,” said Libby again, “I can't quite put my finger on it but something about him is gnawing at my psyche.” We went home and went straight to bed, but not to sleep, not straight away anyway. We weren't that drunk, we weren't drunk at all, as a matter of fact, we didn't stay long enough to get drunk so…
I had a bottle of bourbon in the cupboard so I went and fetched it. “We did plan on getting ourselves stoned tonight.” I said, “and since we never did manage to pull it off at the bar, we might as well just get it done in-house, there is nothing to stop us doing that, is there?”
“I don't suppose there is,” she said, so I popped it open. Poured one for her and one for me, we sat up in bed with our backs rest up against the headrails and supported by pillows as we sip the liquor. She wasn't into it though, she was obviously still very disturbed. And then, abruptly, she sat up straight, looked at me. “That's it!” She said. “That's What?” I asked. “That's what?”
“The cabbie, that guy looks an awful lot like the cabbie to me.” “What cabbie?” I would have asked further. Because, in my mind's eye, I could only see the Uber guy who had not too long ago dropped us home, and he bears no resemblance to the guy in the bar, not in the least. But Libby was not talking about the Uber guy, it was another taxi guy that she had in mind, obviously.
“The taxi driver who came to get me on that awful night…” she continued, “the one who they’d locked up along with...” She didn't bother to finish the statement. She clammed up, she could not finish. Not the statement, and not the drink. She was done for the night.
I did my best to reassure her that she's safe here with me and to calm her down but she refused to be comforted.
We went into investigation mode, we needed to find out if there were new developments in the case and on the status of those convicts, those who were convicted for the many crimes against her. They were all still very much on the inside as the records would show. There were still talks of appeals or pending appeals by lawyers but as for the convicts themselves, they were probably appealing to the tender mercies of their god or various gods daily, but they were doing so from behind those prison walls where they were incarcerated.
I must admit though, that I myself was more than a little bit concerned about the latest developments, but I could not allow my inner feeling to show, I had was to be brave and strong for her, for both of us. It had become customary by then for me to spend some nights with her, in her room, in her bed. This was obviously one such occasion when that will be well warranted. So we bedded down for the night, together. It was probably due to the effects of the liquor we were drinking earlier, but we were sort of in-the-mood, yes, that kind of mood.
So I whispered many sweet nonsensical things into her ears, trying to take her mind off of the many current concerns, or was it?
I told her about the things which I wanted to do.
Describing in detail the things I would do to her. Things she would want me to do to her. Things she would beg me to do to her, if and when she'd let me, and then... She let me. So I…
I kissed her there, and then there, and yep, there too, and then...
We fused into each other, and melt.
That’s it for today, my friends. See you again tomorrow when we shall venture into another episode.
Go get the Manley book and read the whole story.
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Extra, extra. On this day in history.
Fri. February 22
2010 - A copy of "Action Comics #1" sold at auction for $1 million. The comic featured the introduction of Superman.
1997 - Scottish scientist Ian Wilmut and colleagues announced that an adult sheep had been successfully cloned. Dolly was actually born on July 5, 1996. Dolly was the first mammal to have been successfully cloned from an adult cell.
1969 - Barbara Jo Rubin became the first woman to win a U.S. thoroughbred horse race.
1865 - In the U.S., Tennessee adopted a new constitution that abolished slavery.
1860 - Organized baseball’s first game was played in San Francisco, CA.
1819 - Spain ceded Florida to the United States.
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