Impulse: Book Three
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“Impulse:
A sudden inclination or urge”
The American
Heritage dictionary
By Mezzo
“This
is Book Three in my series called Impulse.
If you haven’t read Book
One: AFTER ALL IS SAID or Book
Two: IT’S JUST THE BEGINNING
you might want to start there.”
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INSTALLMENT
THIRTEEN
They
had taken full advantage of the spa soaking in the Jacuzzi, steaming in the sauna, and
lounging around the pool. The penthouse had a
beautiful view of the city and the sun had begun to set.
They all took showers and headed to the living room where Tori made a fire. They
each fixed themselves a drink and told stories, catching up on old high school and college
tales, and filling each other in on what they had done in the past few years.
“I’m
serious. On a dare, Alexi
streaked across campus with Brett and me chasing after her.
You should’ve seen her hiding behind tree after tree in all her glory.”
“So
many people had heard about it that Alexi actually made it
onto the college paper. ‘Authorities were called to the
“I
can’t believe it. Dear
sweet Alexi, an exhibitionist. It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out
for.” Tori shook her head in disbelief as
the rest laughed at Alexi’s embarrassment.
“Okay,
wise guy, what’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?” Alexi asked Tori
wanting desperately to get the attention away from her.
“Pff, how much time do you have? …….. After I left home, I
swear I was out to ruin the
“Ooh
tell us that one!! It
sounds interesting.”
“I
….ah…I don’t think so. I
wouldn’t want to insult Brett.” Brett
sat straight up from her position between Tori’s legs.
“What
do mean? How bad can it be?” Brett cocked her head to the side and stared at
Tori inquisitively.
“I
just think it’s in poor taste to talk about ….well….you know?” Tori hoped Brett would get her drift.
“Oh
you mean it involves another……?” Brett waited for Tori to fill in the blanks.
“……woman.” Tori supplied.
“Honey,
I know you haven’t been locked away in some closet all these years. I can handle it.” Brett sat back confidently.
“Oh really? So much has changed in 24
hours.” Tori let a smug look grace her
face.
“That’s
entirely different.” Brett huffed.
Tori
rolled her eyes and looked at her friends knowing that Brett was deluding herself.
Oh heck why not. “Care to explain
what’s different?” Tori knew from past and, more importantly, recent experience
that Brett was not someone to toy with.
“Well
that girl was just the other day and we were
seeing each other at the time, right?” Tori
nodded her head in affirmation. “And this
story was years ago. You and I weren’t involved back then.
Therefore, what claims do have? To get
jealous over something that happened in the past would be ludicrous.” Brett folded
her arms and waited for Tori to argue.
Lauren
jumped in. “What….
girl the other day?”
Tori
immediately shot Lauren a look that told her to drop it. “Okay… forget I
asked.” Lauren picked up her drink and
listened as Brett and Tori resolved their discussion.
“Well,
I can’t argue with that logic. Now can
I?” Tori looked at her friends for
guidance.
They
all shook their head and Lauren put her two cents in again.
“It’s useless Tori. Don’t even try. Brett won’t let go of the subject until
she’s finally won.”
Tori
knew the truth of this statement and motioned Brett to lean back against her. Against her
better judgment, she began telling her story.
“I
was attending
“There
were eight of us and we all piled into two rooms because everything else was booked. The trails were great. The powder was incredible. It was sunny. Not too cold. You didn’t even
have to wear a coat. Anyway….we stayed in this chateau at
the base of the mountain and every night we would eat in the pub. The owner was this big burly Austrian guy. He looked like Paul
Bunyan and he stood a good foot above me.”
Tori
took another sip and thought about the trip. “Anyway,
I was a bit of a swinger back then and wasn’t opposed to sowing a few oats. There was this waitress
who waited on us every night. If we came for
lunch, she would wait on us. If I stopped in
for a hot chocolate, she popped out of nowhere. My
friends started to notice and told me to give her a whirl.
She was beautiful, long blond hair, blue eyes. A real St.Pauly’s girl.”
Tori
peaked over Brett’s shoulder to gauge how she was doing. Tori placed her glass on the coffee table and
wrapped her arms securely around her lover. “She
had nothing on you believe me.”
Brett
rewarded Tori with a tender kiss and responded, “Good answer baby.”
Tori
kissed her again and then winked. “Where
were we……?”
“You
were talking about the St. Pauly’s girl.” Brett said
with a little tinge of agitation in her voice.
Lauren
rolled her eyes at her sister. As adorable as
Brett was, she could be a real hand full. Fortunately,
Tori could wind her way through the little mood bumps that Brett threw her way.
“Ah
yes, …….well….the only thing was everywhere she
went this ugly ass dog kept following her. I’m talking ugly. He
was about yae high.”
Tori held her hand about three feet off the ground.
“And about this
wide.” She held her hand about a foot and a half apart in
front of her and Brett. “He had black
matted hair, globs of drool coming out his mouth, and his eyes were all bloodshot. He had this big leather collar on and it had
this bell on it.” Tori illustrated the
thickness of the collar and the bell. Each was about two inches wide.
“Well,
I thought he was there to protect her if one of the customers tried to harass her. She’d come and take
our order every time and this stupid dog would patiently sit beside her until she was
through. Back and forth, back and forth, her and this dog would go. You would think it would be against health codes to
have the mongrel in the establishment. But I guess it
wasn’t. Well, after a few days, I was
used to seeing the dog. I found out that the waitress’ name was Frieda. She
would take our orders, wink, and leave. Always
making sure I had extras of everything…” Brett rolled her eyes, but to her credit she kept any comments to herself.
“One
night my buddies nudged me into making a play for the girl. And…. well before the
meal was through, she handed me a note.”
Brett
whispered, “Of course.”
“Hey,
you’re the one who said I could tell the story.”
Tori kissed Brett’s check and pulled her closer to her.
“I
know. Keep going.” Brett let out a sigh
and did her best to grin and bare her predicament.
“The
note said she would meet me in my room in 20 minutes. At the time, I thought I was hot
shit and all my friends whistled and cheered me on as I made my way across the pub to the
room. When I got to the room, the door was
slightly ajar and I looked down the hall to see if anyone was in sight. I slowly opened the door and found Frieda ready and
eager to go, already naked under the sheets. In hindsight, it was a good thing I
didn’t have time to take off my clothes.” Tori
looked at her friends.
“Frieda
flung the sheets off her and motioned me to come to her.
I wasn’t but a foot away when she yanked me onto the bed and begged me to
satisfy her.” Brett squirmed and took a
long sip of her beer.
“I
was like ‘hey…what’s the rush? My
friends aren’t going to come back here for hours.’”
“’No’,”
she says. “’We must hurry. I have got to get back as soon as I can to finish
job.’” Tori did her best German accent.
“She
pulls me down and begs me to,…..you know?” Tori looked at her friends and they all nodded in
understanding. Brett of course tried to not
think too hard about what Tori was suggesting. She was asking her to play chess. Yeah that’s it, chess. Hmm
what do I want to get tomorrow at the outlet mall? Brett…
you had to go and ask her to tell this stor. Idiot!!
“Well
being young and stupid, I complied. While I’m working away, I hear this bell. I lifted my head to look
around the room and I asked Frieda if she heard anything.
She says, “’No. Keep going.’ So, like a moron, I do.”
Brett
turned around and patted Tori on the cheek. “Poor baby.” Tori knew she was being sarcastic and chose to
ignore her. Brett resumed her position while
Tori continued.
“After
a minute or so, I hear the bell again. But I don’t stop
because Frieda’s really getting into it. She
starts to moan softly and the bell ringing now starts to come closer. I pinpoint the sound as coming from the hall. Frieda starts to get louder and all of sudden I
hear howling. I’m
like, ‘It’s the damn dog. He’s
outside the door.’ “ Everyone’s
face forms a questioning look and they stare at Tori confused.
“Wait
it gets better!” Tori motioned to her friends to be patient and picked up where she
left off.
“Frieda
starts bucking away and gets louder and louder and the dog keeps howling and howling. The two of them get so loud that I try to cover
Frieda’s mouth to hush her up. The two of
them sounded like a damned German opera.”
The
girls were laughing hysterically at this turn of events and even Brett had tears in her
eyes. Tori couldn’t
help but laugh also and shook her head in embarrassment.
She had done some really stupid things and this was
definitely one of them.
After
they composed themselves,
Lauren
decided it was safer to sit on floor. In case,
she fell off the couch in laughter. She leaned
her back against the couch and draped her arm over Alexi’s
leg.
“Well
this continued for a few more moments and I can’t tell you how relieved I was when
Frieda finally reached her climax. She was so loud, you’d think fire trucks were coming to the chateau the way
that damn dog kept howling. I got off the bed
and was on my way to scare the dog away when the door to the room flung open. I almost shit in my pants. Standing there with steam coming out his ears was
Paul Bunyan himself. He looked past me at the
bed and then gave me this menacing look. He
started yelling all these German profanities and unfortunately I speak German pretty well
so I understood every word of what he was saying.”
Tori looked at her friends, lifted her hands and shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh
no don’t tell me.”
“He
said Frieda was his wife and I was an American. You fill in the blanks. He told me to get out of his hotel and to not show my face in there again.
It turns out Frieda had her own way of welcoming their guests and I wasn’t the first guest who was caught with Frieda. Paul Bunyan had gotten the dog not to protect
Frieda, but to watch her. The dog wasn’t so stupid after all.
He was trained to fetch his master every time Frieda was up to no good.” Brett turned around and buried her face in
Tori’s chest trying to stifle her laughter but was failing miserably.
“Oh
baby, that’s got to be the most pathetic story I have ever heard. Bah…...” Brett lost it again, as well as every one else and
Tori wondered what possessed her to tell this story in the first place.
“Well
there’s more.” Tori couldn’t help but laugh also.
It was good to be able to share her story with her friends. They loved her no matter what and it felt good.
“Oh
please, I don’t think I can take any more. Whew,….. that’s a good one.”
Tori
gave everyone a few more moments and forged on.
“Well
I grabbed my things and went to the pub to tell my friends what had happened. They all had the same reaction you did. I told them I would call them in the morning once I
found a place to stay. As luck would have it,
there wasn’t a room in sight. Everything was booked and I had two more days to go
until we were supposed to leave. It was also
at that moment that the sky opened up and dumped a ton of snow down on the ground. Leaving the airport a mess and grounding all the
planes. There I was with no room and no way of getting out of
Brett
looked at Tori concerned. “Honey, what did you do?”
Tori
cupped Brett’s face and kissed her tenderly touched by Brett’s concern, even if
the event took place years ago.
“I
spent my days skiing and hanging out at the ski lodge. And at
night I slept in the car we had rented. I put
on all of my sweaters and turned on the heat every few hours.” All of the girls
looked at Tori and they looked very concerned.
“I
learned a very valuable lesson back then.” Tori
said to her friends.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Alexi asked.
“Oh
I know:…. never sleep with a married woman.”
“Well
that’s pretty obvious. But that’s not it.”
Tori replied.
“Oh
I got it…..” Lauren offered. “Beware of bells ringing in your ears. It’s not always tenitus.” Lauren laughed at her own joke.
“No
silly. What about you
Brett. Care to guess what I learned from this escapade?”
Brett
scratched her chin. After a moment, a thought
came to her.
“Oh
I know. …..Always check the weather
report. Cause you never know when you have to leave the country in a hurry.” Brett looked at Tori and waited for her response.
“Smart
girl!! ….Every morning I look at the weather report to see
what the weather is going be like.” The
girls all laughed enjoying Tori’s story very much and happy to have their friend
back. It had been too long.
Tori
looked at the clock. It was now
“Where’s
this playroom you were telling us about?”
“It’s
down that hall to the left.” Tori
directed
“Ooh,
cool. Can I go see?”
“Sure,
why don’t we all go?” Tori patted
Brett on the thigh and Brett reluctantly left her comfortable position wrapped in long
arms and legs.
“Does
anybody want some more wine? I can open
another bottle or maybe something else. Brandy,
“Baby,
stop that. It tickles.” Brett bent over
and whispered into Tori’s ear. “Actually
it’s turning me on and right now is not a good time, love.” Brett tilted Tori’s face to hers and hoped she
understood.
Tori
pouted as if her favorite toy was taken away and nodded her
head.
“Wine
sounds good. What other vintage do you
have?” Alexi
asked.
“Why
don’t we go to the kitchen? The wine
closet is very well stocked.
Come on. Is anybody hungry? We can raid the fridge.” Tori got up and straightened her clothes.
Brett
stood to the side and waited for Tori to work out the kinks that had set in from sitting
in position too long. When she was done, she
took Brett’s hand.
“Don’t
think I forgot where we were. I plan on
ravishing you later.” Tori whispered in
Brett’s ear.
“I’m
counting on it.” Brett said in return. They shared a tender kiss and proceeded to the
kitchen.
TO BE CONTINUED. Installment Fourteen
Impulse: Book
Three
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