1. Taking Chances


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    her clothes up from the floor, looked at Tom leaning on his elbow before she quickly dashed into the bathroom to clean up, pee and get dressed. Tom got up and put on his pants, not buckling the belt and stood there shirtless and barefooted when she came out of the bathroom, tucking her blouse into her skirt. She looked at the gray and white hairs on his chest, then at his eyes, and saw his sadness but also his understanding of the situation. “I’ll walk you to the station.” He took her hand. “No, don’t. Thank you. I just want to go,” she said, realizing she didn’t really want to leave so suddenly. She put on her shoes, holding onto Tom as she bent down and put on one shoe and then the other. She picked up her pocketbook and put it over her shoulder, then glanced around the apartment as if taking a snapshot to savor. She went to the door to open it just as Tom put his hand on it, holding it closed as he wrapped his arms around Catherine and kissed her. She returned the kiss but quickly put her hand on his chest and pushed him away. “I have to go,” she said, reaching for the knob. When she opened the door, she glanced back at Tom standing there, his blue eyes gazing into hers, then reached to touch his cheek. “Thank you. Good bye,” She left quickly. Catherine barely made the six-forty-five, glad it wasn’t as crowded as the earlier train. She sat down in her usual seat just as the train bolted forward, then picked up speed. Catherine looked at her reflection in the dark window ...
    as the train rattled and wobbled, her mind barraged with thoughts of what had just happened, her emotions swirling as the realization that she had cheated on Martin hit, filling her with both horror and a painful sadness, as if something cherished had been broken or lost and was now gone forever. Nothing would ever be the same. She was excited about Tom, the newness, the strangeness, but she wondered where this relationship was heading, if anywhere? What did she want and how would she face Martin? She looked up at the people sitting around her—a heavy-set black woman wearing green scrubs from the hospital, a woman fishing through her pocketbook, taking out a stick of gum, a girl texting, a woman, close to her own age, sitting across from her, reading a book. Catherine wondered if she looked as old as that woman, seeing the wrinkles, the pale flabby skin, dry gray hair, no lipstick, I hope I look younger than she does , she muttered to herself and realized she wanted to feel young again, wanted Tom to think she was sexy and beautiful, and she wondered if she should again try to lose some weight. She looked at the conductor walking down the aisle, punching tickets then heard the computerized female voice saying, “Girard Street Station, a wheelchair accessible station, doors are opening.” Finally, she got off the train at her station and dashed up the steps to the parking lot. She found her maroon Subaru and drove the familiar route to her house, glancing at the digital clock on ...
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