Intimate Moments

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Tonju is savoring in the memory of the day before. Marcus calls her the next morning after reading her email to see if she’s okay. They talk about that day and all that happened. There were moments of silence, a big pregnant pause for the remembrance. They’re both feeling the same and don’t know what to do.

Marcus recites snippets of poetry to her from a CD. She’s telling Marcus that two of the snippets on the CD explained the events of the afternoon before.

She can feel her passion rise as she hears his voice echoes the words of the poems. She starts to wiggle while sitting in her bed. Marcus doesn’t know he’s talking to her while she’s still in her pajamas and under a blanket in bed. “Good, he doesn’t need to know this. The conversation needn’t go to that level…as of yet.” They still have intimacy, no sex.

She can’t get Marcus out of her head. The moment from their meeting is still embedded in her mind. The kiss, the hug, the caressing, the fondling, everything. All she wants to do right now is to kiss Marcus. She wants to see how their bodies really feel hard-pressed against each other naked.

If only Marcus could turn back the hands of time, he wouldn’t be in his quandary. Tonju would be his. That’s where his “what if’s” are coming from. He really wants to be with her but his present state of affairs is preventing him from actually feeling what he wants to feel.

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Since that Saturday meeting almost three weeks ago, Marcus and Tonju haven’t seen each other. They’ve spoken over the phone briefly a few times. It’s uncertain they will ever see each other again. They never had sex, they just created a moment. A moment that left Marcus feeling very guilt-ridden.

“I know there’s no future with Marcus. He’s is a good man and has a family. He’s quite happy in some ways. Time to move on. It was good to see him again and create another moment.”

Staring out of her front living room window…

Tonju has to figure out this Marcus thing. Come to some conclusion as to what to do.

“How about I take a drive south? Visit my girls in San Diego. Have lunch at Seaport Docks and spend the evening listening to some jazz at a nice club. Yeah, that‘s the ticket, get this confusion out my head.”

Jumping up from her sofa, Tonju packs a back and get’s herself together for her road trip. On the drive to San Diego, Kem is blaring in the CD Player. Her favorite song “Brother Man” comes on. “Have to shake Marcus from my mind. This song reminds me of him. I introduced him to this song.” Saying this out loud to herself. “Nothing can happen between me and him. I’m single and he’s married.”

Enjoying the drive to San Diego with the top down on her Pearl White Convertible Mercedes C320, the tunes blaring in the CD player, the sun hitting her face while her hair is blowing in the wind. She’s in the mood for something different and fun. Smiling as she thinks about the possibilities of the overnight trip in Diego.

Looking up in her rear view mirror. “Who’s this idiot that’s sitting right on my ass? I can’t read the license plate. If he gets any closer, he can kiss me.”

“Are you serious?” Looking up again in the mirror. “Is he in a hurry or something? He can go around me.”

“Why does that car look familiar. It looks like Reggie’s Pearl Blacked Out Mercedes with rims glistening in the sun? He stated he would never hurt me, that was a very big understatement.”

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Reggie Lowe, Tonju’s ex-husband, an ex-Marine, President and CEO of his own company. He’s in the Investments Business and doing very well these days, well enough to pay off Tonju‘s Mercedes and a big portion of her house payment. No, that was not the terms of their divorce, Reggie chose to do this on his own, out of the goodness, (Ha), of his heart. 6’5”, 255 lbs., hershey chocolate skin with eyes to match. He has a cute smile, and a shiny bald head with a clean moustache and goatee to match. Not to mention his muscular body, a body of sensual perfection with such hedonistic tendencies. Milk does do a body good.