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Lovesick (12/12)

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12: Equilibrium

Victor showed up at Nedra’s apartment later that night.  She called him a few hours ago, but he was in the middle of some work and told her he would be there that night.  He asked if she was all right, and she said yes.  He asked if she had good news, and all she said was that she had news.  There was no inflection to her voice, and Victor didn’t know how to feel about it at first.


Lovesick (11/12)

11:  Finding Balance

Nedra was in her living room, where she’d been for the past three days, curled up on her couch.  The TV was on, but she had no idea what was showing.  It was just background noise that took the edge off the deafening silence of her phone.  She had not heard from Jon since she left his house and it was driving her batshit.  She was terrified that she was going to lose him.  He was a good man, not without his flaws or faults, but he was good enough that she loved him and wanted to save their relationship.

Did he still feel the same way?  The uncertainty of something that was once as solid as granite and stronger than oak was freaking her out.  Nedra was not one for tears, but within the past three days, she’d cried an ocean of them.  She cried until her head hurt and her nose was clogged.  She hadn’t taken a shower in two days and hadn’t bothered to untwist her hair or even remove her headscarf.  She’d been drinking and binge-eating: four empty wine bottles were on her coffee table and there were two open boxes of chocolates and a giant bag of Doritos next to the bottles.  Three Haagen Dazs quart containers lined one end of the table.


Lovesick (10/12)


10: Uneasy Conversation

There was a Motel Spin about 12 miles away from the Baxter Building, tucked in between locations easily overlooked.  It was the one Nedra and Victor used most often; they would meet after his workday ended and before hers began and spend two hours rutting like animals or engaging in acts of shameless debauchery.  Nedra was a fan of rough sex and dirty talk, and being in a trash-ass motel brought those characteristics screaming to the forefront.  She encouraged Victor to call her names and the first time he was hesitant, but then she slapped him across the face hard enough to split his lip and he called her a bitch before he realized what he said.  It was a most unusual circumstance.

“That’s right,” she encouraged.  “Right here, right now in room 12 of the Motel Spin, I’m a sneaky, dirty ass bitch and a filthy slut, and I deserve to be punished…are you man enough?”  Then she backhanded him hard enough that he almost fell.  “Are you man enough, Victor?”

He was.


Lovesick (9/?)

9: Resonance

It was raining hard outside.  Inside, music was playing, as was the case when they were hanging out in her house.  Victor preferred coming to Nedra’s apartment, as it was far more comfortable than his place.  He didn’t have a problem driving the hour it took to get there, for it was always worth it.  Nedra’s home was warm, inviting and she made concessions for his frequent visits; there were certain foods and other items she kept on hand for his consumption and use.  They agreed to take tonight off, as Victor wanted to engineer a particular encounter with Nedra; one he’d been planning ever since they agreed to take their relationship to the next level.


Lovesick (8/?)


8: TNT

After breakfast, Victor found himself in Nedra’s super-girly mauve and cream bathroom.  She had a custom built tub, sizeable enough to comfortably contain her and her beau.  It was certainly big enough for the two of them, and it was under her giant bathroom window.  The morning sun streamed in and Victor was in his own private heaven; between her legs, head and beard covered in suds, eyes closed, lips parted in bliss as Nedra slowly scratched his scalp.  While she had her hands in his hair, she had her legs hooked over his and her feet around his dick, slowly giving him a footjob.  Sounds of pleasure escaped him; moans and groans, oohs and ahhs, yeses and more, deities, and most importantly…her name.

Nedra liked being in control like this.  She liked that she could bring a man like Victor von Doom to his knees, considering what she knew about him.  This had to remain their secret and she needed to make sure he understood that he could not engage her at work under any circumstances…no matter how hot it would be for him to sneak in and get some up against the wall between her file cabinets.

She would have done it with Jon, but that was a completely different animal.


Lovesick (7/?)

7:  Lovesick

Victor walked quietly through Nedra’s apartment, taking in the nuances of her home.  It was elegant yet cozy, beautifully decorated…and Jon’s presence was all over.  There were pictures of them, of him, of her family, his family…her degrees and military honors.  She had bookshelves full of research manuals and works of fiction by authors he’d never heard of.  He picked up a couple and thumbed through, wondering if the woman had ever heard of Kindle or any other kind of e-reader.  He picked up one of the pictures of her and Jon, both in formal military garb, and stared at it for a very long moment.  There was another picture of them, taken from behind, holding hands as they walked into an ocean surf sunset.


Lovesick (6/?)

6:  Semtex

Victor arrived at Nedra’s apartment with a bottle of champagne and a half-dozen black calla lilies.  The lilies cost more than the champagne.  He wondered briefly if Nedra actually dressed for their date.  He wore a suit; black Kenneth Cole, white Brooks Brothers, open at the throat, showing just the tiniest bit of chest fuzz.  She told him to arrive at six, and he was literally at her door one minute before, ringing.  He was actually nervous.

Three weeks after their return from China, Victor got a random text from Nedra telling him when to show up at her house and where she lived, even though he already knew.  Victor stared at the out-of-nowhere message for a solid 30 seconds before he realized what it was.  And so he stood at her door and rang the bell, wondering what she’d be wearing.  If it were sweats, or shorts and a T-shirt, he’d be somewhat heartbroken because the message would be crystal clear.