"One thing about work
Susan muses.
I miss the
soaps...."
"Gee
I don't know
Laurie. He wanted to to do some
heavy stuff
last night
Susie said as she scrutinized the wrapper of
the Three Musketeers bar she was eating.
Did he come right out and ask you?" Lara inquired
completely interested because she had had her own fantasies about being
with Dan.
"No
he just started trying to play with my tits
and grab my ass and get between my legs. So
I diverted his intentions."
She balled up the piece of paper and flung it at the waste can. She knew
she would never make a basketball team. She examined the pillow in her
lap for sweat stains
loose hairs.
"Gosh
that seems a small price to pay to keep a
hunk like that on the hook. Besides
you know he wouldn't go all the way;
he'd ask about that
Lara stated assuredly, confident that she could hold
her own with any girl on the subject of boys.
I don't know. It just isn't the same when his body
is pressing against mine and when his warm breath is all over my face...."
Susan stopped
and then took up in an interested tone: "hey
did you see
'Days of Our Lives' last week?"
Before Lara could answer
the phone rang.
"I guess I'll be going
bye." She excused herself
and left
a little disgusted. "How could anyone treat a hunk like him
like that
showing more interest in a soap opera?" she asked herself silently.
"Hello?"
"May I speak to Susan?" Dan's request would be immediately
fulfilled.
"Speaking. Oh
hi... it's you
Susan says in a
mousey sweet voice as she pulls the telephone into her lap and mumbled:
Gorge."
"I just thought I'd call. I learned something neat
today. I was taught how to determine the percentage of sulfur in rock samples.
First
you release it into solution and mix it with barium-chloride and
take a reading on the...."
"You know
I realized that I call all my pillows
what I call you
or is it that I call you what I call my pillows? I don't
know..." her voice trailed off.
"Oh
really?" To Dan
it was the ultimate compliment.
He had noticed how in her childishness
she held and adored her pillows
like she derived pleasure in some form from them. And now he was likened
upon them.
"Yeah. Oh
do you mind if I call you back later?
Mom has some work for me."
"Oh
sure... don't work too hard. Bye"
"Bye." She placed the receiver back and glanced
at the clock. 3 PM
just in time for "Days of Our Lives."
Dan hung up the phone and turned away; he was scared.
He was deathly afraid that she was Miss Right
that she was the one he
was destined to join in wedlock and human partnership. Why
he was only
nineteen years of age
barely a major
and she was sixteen
sweet sixteen.
What if he had found her so early in life? Was the rest of his life to
be a chained existence?
But no. He shouldn't think like that; it should
be a dream living with your love. It must be....
A distant ringing brought him back out of an unfitfull
sleep-like state.
"Phenrig residence."
"Dan
the voice said slowly.
This is Lara."
"Oh
hi Larie." How've ya' been?"
"Fine. Say Dan
do you mind if I come over and listen
to some records?" Her request was also slow.
"Sure
not at all."
"Okay
I'll see you in a little bit
bye." She hung
up and told herself he deserved it.
"Bye."
She arrived a half hour later; a time in which he
did nothing save for warming up the tubes in the amplifier by turning it
on.
"Hi
Dan." She looked up at him with apprehensive
eyes.
"Hi
what would you like to hear?"
"Oh
anything would be okay." She moved over from
across the couch. Dan took an album from his eclectic collection and placed
it on the turntable. Then he sat on the couch. He looked up and saw Lara
standing
swaying as if in a fantasy.
"Why don't you have a seat?"
She turned and changed fantasies. "Do you mind if
I sat over there?"
"Go ahead." Lara sauntered over to the couch and
fell into his lap. Dan was surprised.
"You flip me out
Lar; I know you know about Susie
and me...."
"Kiss me
Ian." He never knew how much power his
middle name had over him. Her slow request was impossible to refuse. Even
though she planned it
she didn't know that she was about to become a release
for pent up psychological pressures
forces that would fulfill her fantasy.
Dan had been turned on to an ingrained pattern
found it cleansing to let
instinct guide him
to let himself go.
The phone rang as Dan wished Lara a good evening
and a safe journey home.
"Hello
Dan? It's me."
It was Susan. An ominous air of doom filled him.
What came over me? Why was I fooling around with my girl's est friend,
with my future wife's friend? Is this the type of husband I am to be, the
type of person I am?
He questioned himself
silently
agonizingly.
"Hello?"
"Oh hi. I was just dozing."
"Oh
so I bore you now
huh?"
"How'd ya' guess? It must have been the yawn that
gave me away." Inside
a certain palpatating sank six feet.
"Actually
it was the alarm clock going off that
alerted me to your dormant condition
she said, ignorant of Dan's state.
A lingering, death-like silence surged in Dan.
Well
since it's obvious that you don't want to
talk to me
I guess I'll hang up."
"I always knew you had ESP
he muttered.
Bye."
"Bye." She hung up commencing a guilt trip through
Dan's inner reaches
a journey that would delve deeper and deeper introspectively
and warped perpectively. So twisted was Dan's perception of facts that
he began to accept maniacal tendencies towards delusions. If the progress
of his internal trek was to be graphed
the height of its severity would
be plotted around 1 PM the next day. After a sleepless and mournful night
of lorn
he called her.
"Hello?"
"Susan? I... want to talk to you
he held his eyes
closed, tighter.
Can you come over soon?"
"Sure
let me finish what I'm doing really quick
and I'll be over in fifteen to twenty minutes."
"Okay
thanks alot." Now he had something to pull
him though the thick mush of human emotion. That's what he thought
until
an hour passed... desperate time....
But who could blame her? Who could miss "The Edge
of Night" or "All My Children"? Half-way through "General Hospital"
something
bothered her. Then she remembered where she should be. She arrived and
let herself into Dan's room. He lay hunched over in the chair. A pool of
blood had formed and dripped off the desk. A note
heavily and sloppily
scrawled
sat in front of the lifeless body.
"Susie Dear
And then under it:
I...."
She sat in the nearest available seat. By all visible
standards
she appeared shaken: her head fell to her hands. She painfully
scanned the room: the desk and Dan
the bookcase
the television set
the
clock....
3 PM.
Just in time for "Days of Our Lives."