When a woman says, “nothing is wrong,” what does she mean, really? You are about to find that out, and more. Come along with me as we delve into another episode of the Manley story. Here is today’s story, an excerpt from chapter 25.
Chapter Twenty-five
Watching over Libby
…"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked under her breath. Taken aback, I halt abruptly in my tracks and stare at her.
“What... what?” I mumbled and stumbled over the words.
"Nothing," she said.
Well, it wasn't "nothing", it was big I knew it right away, this was huge. I've been around enough to know that much: when a woman says nothing is wrong, it's as close as you will probably ever get to everything being wrong.
So I gave her all of my attention. I went and sat me down right by her side and dug in, "tell me hon, what's on your mind, what's bothering you?"
"Aren't you even a little bit curious?” She asked, “how come you never…"
"Never what?" I inquired further, even though I was beginning to sense what the real issue was.
"You never look at me, I mean really look at me."
"Come on Lib. That's not true, you know that is not true."
"Okay, okay, so maybe I'm stretching it a little bit here but, what I mean is...”
After the pause, “I want you to give me a bath, tonight,” she said.
I sat there and gaze into her eyes for a good two-three minute without another word.
“Wait right there,” I said as I went into the bathroom and set up a bubble bath.
For the next half hour, not a single word more was spoken between us. I’d set the bath, leaving the tub to fill up to the desired mark. Went and got fresh towels, and lit a fragrant candle in the bathroom, then coming back and sitting beside her again I gazed deep inside her eyes, she was shaking, it wasn't the ill-effects of the medicine this time, somehow I could tell.
I reached out and took hold of her shoulders, pulled her in towards me as I leaned in and meet her, we kissed, gently, tenderly. I slowly pulled back, to focus on undoing the buttons on her blouse and opening it up, I then turned to do the same for me. Undoing the buttons on my shirt, she just sat there with her hands on her lap, head hanging low, not daring to look at me, yet.
I peel off my shirt and toss it aside, then did the same for the already opened up blouse, she shook and shiver some more. I leaned in and hugged her closely, skin to skin. I wanted her to feel the warmth. I kneel down in front of her and pull at the slack she was wearing, she eased slightly upward and backways to allow for it to go. I then removed my pants, she would not look at me, not directly anyway, but I knew that she was sneaking a peak whenever the opportunity arose. I peeled away the bra, starting with the strap on the shoulders then span it around and unhitched the hooks.
Now we are both equally attired, both sporting only one piece of clothing. As close to the Adamic scene in the garden as we two have ever been before.
I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. As I walked into the bathroom, carrying her, she began to sing a sweet little song: tonight, I celebrate my love for you, and the midnight sun is gonna come shining through... I join in at the most appropriate point for me: what I want most to do, is to make love to you, tonight. It was magic. (Adapted lyrics, I lay no claim to same)
She steps in and slid under the mushy bubbles while still hanging on to my hand, I stepped in with her. She threw both arms around my neck and pulled me in for a hot, wet, lingering kiss, then we both leaned our backs into the support of the tub and sat there.
“You know.” I interrupt the silence, “I have been dreaming of a moment like this but...”
“But what?” She asked. “I did sort of envision some other things happening before we get to this part.”
“Like what?” She asked. “Best I leave that as is, enough spoilers already for one night.”
We would spend the rest of the night together, in her room, all night, in her bed. She just wanted to feel my body close to her, to hold me, touch me, and squeeze me really tight.
She did that, I mean, we did all that, and more?
In a few days the trials will wrap up and the verdict is expected to be handed down in the court afterward, Libby said that she is planning on being there, in person to hear it.
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.
Thurs. Feb. 21
1989 - U.S. President George H.W. Bush called Ayatollah Khomeini's death warrant against "Satanic Verses" author Salman Rushdie "deeply offensive to the norms of civilized behavior."
1988 - In Baton Rouge, LA, TV evangelist Jimmy Swaggart confessed to his congregation that he was guilty of an unspecified sin. He announced that he was leaving the pulpit temporarily. Swaggart had been linked to an admitted prostitute.
1965 - Malcolm X was assassinated in New York City at the age of 39 by assassins identified as Black Muslims.
1925 - The first issue of "The New Yorker" was published.
1874 - The Oakland Daily Tribune began publication.
1842 - John J. Greenough patented the sewing machine.
1804 - The first self-propelled locomotive on rails was demonstrated in Wales.
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