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One, Chapter 6
The door closed after Bring. Peter watched Alice who was watching the laptop screen. She looked up at him. "I wish I knew more about music," Peter said. "Don't worry. I never grade my students." Alice turned back to the computer screen, then looked quickly at Peter. "I'm going to take off my dress, if that's all right." "Somehow I thought you'd say that. I'm perfectly happy just sitting here and chatting with you." "Still, I think I'd better do something or you'll lose that hard-earned horn dog reputation of yours." She stood and walked over to the dresser. "What would Belinda say if she walked in and we looked like we'd done nothing at all?" She bent down and grasped the hem of her dress. She drew it off in one smooth motion. She balled it up, looked about, and tossed it onto the floor under the desk. "Your reputation is saved." "Nice tattoo." Peter was admiring a black ink tattoo, like lightning, like flames rising as a vee above her pubic hair. Alice turned around, knelt, and brought her hair past her shoulders to fall on her front. A similar form, more stretched out like small wings, wound across her upper back. Peter watched her; he could not think of anything to say. Alice's grace confounded him. After a moment, she got up, turned around, and smiled shyly. "Those were done years ago, when I was just a little older than Belinda. When I didn't live here." She smiled again, more tentatively. "May I?" She pointed to the bed. Peter nodded, shut down his laptop, folded it closed, put it on the desk, resumed his seat. Alice was stretched across the bed, watching him. "If you do nothing but look that's pleasure enough for me. If you want to do more . . ." She blinked her eyes. "It's interesting feeling so remote from Belinda's enthusiasm for the game. I was just like her when I was eighteen." "What is the game?" "It's a thing we all do here. It has various forms, Belinda's is like the game I played. Sometimes a person plays just once. Another person will do a game over and over. I don't think one has to look too hard to see its purpose. At the same time its purpose can be perfectly opaque to the players." Alice rolled over so she was flat on her back, looking up at the ceiling. "Why don't you stretch out beside me here? You look so uncomfortable hunched over like that." She patted the bed beside her with a hand, then placed the hand on her stomach. Peter stood, studied Alice staring at the ceiling. He took off his shirt, sat down, removed his shoes and socks and stood to remove his jeans. "It won't bother you that I'm leaving my underwear on? I feel like after the past twelve hours I need to hold whatever shred of dignity I have close to me." He lay beside her, not touching, staring up at the ceiling. "Isn't it interesting that you feel that way after playing the game for twelve hours, when its stated purpose is to make you feel just the opposite?" Alice laughed. "I'm hardly partial to the game, ask Belinda about me." Her hand left her stomach and rested on the bed between them, her fingertips just barely touching his skin. "That feels exquisite Alice, but I'm also feeling like it must be time to walk the dog or something." Alice laughed. "What are your feelings about Belinda's fake tattoo?" Peter was still a moment. He thought he could feel Alice's fingers move slightly from side to side. "I didn't know it was fake." "When you get a chance look closely at mine. Then look at Belinda's and you'll see the difference. On mine the pigment is under the skin, the top layer of skin shines in the light." Alice shifted her hand so it was lying knuckles down on Peter's stomach. "One way." She turned her hand over. "Another way." She laughed. "I'll stop now." She withdrew her hand to her stomach. They both lay quietly. Peter started to doze. He woke and saw Alice's face above his watching him. She said, "Your sweetheart, Jan, is lucky. I am lucky to be able to lie like this with you. I hope you realize how lucky you make other people feel." Alice smiled. "Would you like a back rub?" She nodded her head up and down. "Thank you." Peter rolled over. Alice climbed onto Peter and stared down at him. Then stroked his back softly, feeling the muscles and bones. After a bit she rubbed and pressed harder in certain spots, staying in one spot for a time, moving to another, then coming back. She was starting to rub harder when the room door opened slowly. Peter blinked. He saw a boy of six or so standing there. The boy said, "Mommy, can I go to the park?" Peter shut his eyes, then opened them again. Alice shifted position slightly. Her hands were still on his back. "Who are you going with?" "James and Billy and Beth and their parents. Can I go?" "Of course. Thank you for asking first. Now I'll know where you will be." Alice shifted position. "How did you know where I was?" "Martha said Mary said you were here. I saw Larry and he said this was the right place." The boy looked at Peter. "Who is he?" "This is Peter who is visiting us for a week. He is very nice. Peter, this is my son Car." Alice laughed. "As you can see Peter can't get up to shake your hand. I'm sitting on him." She squeezed Peter's shoulder slightly. "Hi, Car," Peter said. "Hi, Peter." Car turned to Alice. "So can I go?" "Yes, you can go. You might see if you can spend the night tonight with James and Billy and Beth." "Thanks, mom," Car turned and started to leave. "Peter, is that your van?" "The one out front?" Peter said. "Yes." "Neat." Car started to shut the door. "Bye, mom. Bye, Peter." "Bye, Car," Alice said. It sounded like she was smiling. "You can see, Peter, my heart is already taken." She climbed off him. "Take a look at my tattoo. The one on my back, or stomach, whichever." Peter sat up. "Your back is perfect." She lay down on her front. Alice said, "After work, if Car can sleep over, I'll come here. I'll spend the night close by. If you need me, just call." "Do you throw perverts through walls? That would be handy." Peter tried to laugh. "I spank them first, which is very, very naughty." "Thanks." "Thank you for an enjoyable morning." "Okay to snuggle?" She looked up, started to smile, blinked; she said, "Sure." When Bring came into the room Alice and Peter were intertwined around one another, Alice's black hair covered her shoulder and his arm, her head under his chin, pressed against his chest. Bring closed the door quietly and placed the bag of food on the desk. She sat on the floor by Alice's dress until they woke up.
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