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i wrote this senior year of HS, its 11 pages long but i'll just paste a crop of it.

"i forgotten just how frightening those movies were". It was dark when Abby settled into Hougho's car saded with pizza and cheap red wine. the breeze was fridged, stinging her cheeks with teh first bites of winter. they were just returning from a vincent Price film.

"i've always enjoyed the way teh cop gets the girl in the house of wax"

"all Vincent needed was a good analist", she said as Hougho adjusted the radio.

"sure and he would of dropped you into the vat of wax and turned you into.." he turned his head for a narrow-eyed stare, "helen of Troy i think"

"not bad"

she closed her eyes for a sec, just to relax. the heater hummed with the moody music from the car radio. She remember the lyrics and sang them in her head.

"tired?"

"no, comfortable. Horror movies are a real escape valve for tention I garentee no one there was thinking of hteir next house payment or the greenhouse effect."

He let out a breezy chuckle as he drove out of the parking lot, "you know doc, some people may look at it as simple entertainment. It didn't seem like you were thinking escape valve when our herowin was running through the fog. "

"it must of been he woman on the other side of you"

"i was sitting on a end Abby"

"she had a long reach". Abby slightly turned in her seat, restrained by the seat belt but she still caught a glance at the familar buildings. "you missed the turn to my apartment."

"no doll, i didn't miss it, i didn't take it, yu said you weren't tired right?"

"Well no, i'm not," she had never seemed more awake, more alive. the song seemed to be playing just under her skin. promising romance but yet heartache. "where are we going?"

"a little place i know where the musics nice and they don't water-down the liquor."

She ran her tongue over her teeth, "i'd like that." Interested she faced him, his profile struck my street lights, deviding it into plains. It was funny, at times the light hit him and he looked strong, handsome, someone a woman might run to for safety, but then the light would move hitting those plaines differently, making him look like a man someone would run from. She stopped, she told herself she had made a policy long ago not to analyze the people she dated.

Hougho manovered and pulled between a honda three-wheeler and a hatch back.

"hurm, whats this?"

He pulled out the keys but yet left them dangling in his hand, "this is where i live."

She looked out at he building. Four stories, faded red brick and green awnings. "Oh." Her decision, she understood herself enough to understand that, she knew herself good enough to know how often she didn't take risks. May it was time. "you have Scotch?" She turned back to see his smile

"yeah"

"that'll do"

"the air snapped cold as soon as she stepped outside, he let her in the lobby. There was about a dozen mailslots against one wall. the carpet was pale green, clean but almosst thread-bare. There was no doorman, no security guard, just a dime stairwell. "it sure is a quiet building," she said as they climbed to the second floor.

"Everyone tends to keep to themselves"

There was a faint sent of mexican cooking as he stopped to open his door. the light above head winked a few times, as if it were keeping some sort of melody. His apartment was cleaner than she has expected. The sofa obviously the promident piece of furanture was not new at all. Low to the ground it was plump full of throw pillows. Tthere was posters not paintings covering the walls. He also had a lot of books, one wall nearly full of htem.

"scotch straight up right?"

"right."

When he went to the kitchen she shuffled over to the window, the streets in his neghbourhood weren't as quite as they were in hers. traffic groaned and shifted along. He wouldn't take himself far from the action she though.

"I promised you music."

She turned and looked at him. The simple collared sweater and faded jeans he wore suited him. She thought at one point that he understood himself very well, and now it would be foolish to deny that she wanted to understand him, "yeah, you did."

He handed her a glass and looked at her. He thought about how different she was, how she looked so different from any other woman he brought home. That quiet class of hers demand that a man swallow his lust and take the whole person. Wondering if he was ready to he sat down his glass and flipped through his records. When he put one on the turntable Abby heard the heated sound of jazz.

"leon Redbone."

He shook his head as he turned towards her, "you keep surprising me."

"my grandfather is one of his biggest fans," She took a sip of her drink as she walked over and picked up the album cover. "it seems that the two of you have alot in common"

"me and the senator, i'll bet."

"i'm serious, your gonna have to come over and meet him."

The humour was still there as he walked over and pulled hte drink from her hand. She now seemed approachable again. he felt he need for it, the desire of it, "i'm glad your here."

"so am i," she gently moaned as she leaned back into him, watciing the traffic below again.

"you know Abby, there's still something we haven't done together yet..." as he played with tge soft strands of hair falling back onto his chest. his breathe floated over her cheek as he turned her towards him, "danced."

Whether the sigh she let out was of relief or comforthe wasn't sure as she relaxed against him.

"there's something i've noticed about you doc."

"huh?"

"you feel good, real good"

"hougho...."

"relax Abby," He made long slow strokes up and down her back. "Another thing i've noticed, you don't relax much."

His body hard against hers, his lips warm against her temple. "At the moment it isn't easy."

"good," her hair smelt wonderful, fresh and rich. "You know doc, i haven't been sleeping well."

Her eyes were nearly closed but it wasn't cause of relaxation. "You've got alot on your mind with this case."

"but there's been something else on my mind."

"what?"

"you", He drew her back a little. eyes open and on hers he teased her mouth. "I can't stop thiking about you. I think i have a problem." As he wanted to all evening he slipped a hand under her sweater and let her skin warm him. "starting tongiht."

"i don't think..." but he stopped her with a kiss. A long slow melting of lips. there was a hesitation in her that licked at his desire. "Stay with me Abby."

"Hougho..." She drew out of his arms wanting the distance and the control. "I think we're rushing this."

"I've wanted you from the start." it wasn't his style to admit it but this also wasn't his usual game.

"I don't take sex lightly, I can't"

"i'm not taking you lightly, I wish i could. But I can't take anothe night without you." He took her face in his hands. He bent to kiss her, "stay."

"he lit candles in the bedroom. The music had stopped and she had thought she could almost hear the echo of it. He walked over and gathered her close. "your shaking."

"I feel like a schoolgirl."

"I'm scared to death."

"are you?"

There was a smile on her lips. she put her hands on his face and drew him back.

"i feel, like, i dunno, like a kid in the back of his dads Buick about to tackle his frist bra snaps. " He put his hands to her wrists to stop temptation for a moment. "there's never been anyone like you. I keep worrying i'm gonna make a wrong move."

Nothing he could of said would have reasured her more. she drew his face to hers for a test, a nibble, a kiss that seemed to have grown into a hungry bite. "so far so good." she whispered. "Hougho, make love with me, I've always wanted you to."

He kept his eyes on hers as he drew u the bulky sweater. then her hair was draped over naked shoulders. Moonlight and candlelight danced across her skin. He traced his own shadow over it. She lifted his sweater off. His torso leanand firm. she pressed her lips on his shoulder. he fussed with teh snap of her jeans and laid her back onto the bed. her hair flared out across the bed. Her dark eyes heavy, lips parted.

"i've wanted you here i can't tellyou how much or how often."

She reached up and touched the sides of his face, "well, you could show me." When she put her arms down she discovered she was relaxed and waiting for him. His experience might have been greater but his need wasn't. Her Had been under tight control and not that it was let free it was ripe and hungry. They rolled over the sheets damp and naked forgetting the civilized to the ordinary. The spread had rumpled and tangled beneath them. He cursed at it then pulled her free and on top of him. Her breasts small and pale, he cupped one then both. He heard her mermer deeply of pleasure as he watched her eyes close with it. The she was pulling him to her. Her mouth was like a fever. His intention to treat her like a lady with care was abandonded at the moment when her arms and legs wrapped around him. Here she wasn't he cool and classy Abby, but a woman and passionate and demanding as any man could want. She skin was soft and almost breakable to the touch it seemed but oh so slicked with desire. He skimmed his tongue over it thirsting for her. She arched, letting needs, passions, fantasies have their way. Here and now are all that matter. The rest of the world could wait.

Candlelgiht flickered then went out. Hours later He woke up, Abby curled up in a ball beside him naked Her blonde hair curtaining her face. He leaned in and pulled a blanket over her. For awhile, he just sat back, grinning, watching over her as she slept.