It Happened One Night
It Happened One Night
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~ It Happened One Night ~ I guess I < It was a Ooh, we made love Then it happened one day
A different take on the initial meeting of Logan and Marie.
has nothing to do with the Clark Gable/Claudette Colbert flick of the same
name. The song is “All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You” by Heart.
for the ladies – the phrase “The way a man dresses” refers to the side of his
pants a man puts his private part. Get it?
me confidence and encouragement in spades:
Terri, Joanne, Leah and Edna. And to Autumn, who caught some tense
mistakes.
ramshackle building that looks like it should have that yellow caution tape all
around it and a big
sign plastered across the
side. The lights coming from the inside
tell me, however, that people are actually brave enough to be in there.
this part of nowhere.
City?” I ask Reggie, the trucker nice enough to have given me a ride for the
last few hundred miles.
almost apologetically.
the term *city* – somebody ought to hand the person who named this dump a
dictionary. Well, Reggie is veering off
in a different direction to where I’m heading, so I need to find a new
ride. Reggie was cool and at least he
kept his hands to himself. He told me
he has a granddaughter my age. Every now and then I catch a break and hitch a
ride with a guy who’s not a pervert.
Okay, so let’s hope my luck holds out, although I seriously doubt it.
Eight months on the road has taught me there’s no such thing as good luck –
only varying degrees of bad luck.
population even reaches triple digits, this place sure is crowded.
either this dump is *the* place to be or they’re all desperate to inhale all
this delightful second-hand smoke. They
should hand out oxygen masks and portable tanks at the door. The Lung
Association would have a field day with this place.
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and that seems to be where all the action is, so I make my way over just in time
to see some guy hit the concrete floor.
Ouch, that would’ve hurt, if he hadn’t already been unconscious.
turns around and I catch my breath. Damn, that is one fine specimen of
man. He’s dressed in only a pair of
faded jeans that are so tight I can see which way he *dresses*. My eyes burn a
trail over his amazing bare chest and I instantly need a clean pair of panties.
Crap, he’s looking right at me. Even in the dim light and through the smoky
haze, I can see that his eyes are green flecked with brown and at this moment
they’re burning right through me. I
feel like I’ve been singed, the heat is that intense.
interrupts the sultry moment.
seen anything like that... Are you gonna let this man walk away with your
y?”
jumps up and declares that he’ll fight Mr. Wet Dream. As the man enters the cage, the walking definition of perfection
gives me a wink before turning to face his latest victim. At first it seems
that the other man is going to win as the hottaketakes blow after blow. I’m
mentally screaming, “Not in the face – don’t hit his face.” I guess the
hottie’s finished playing with the guy and decides to knock him out with a head
jab. The other guy hits the concrete hard and Mr. Perfect Chest gives him a
final kick before heading out of the cage.
voice booms out, “Ladies and gentlemen tonight's winner and still king of the
cage, the Wolverine.”
steps out of the cage and starts to put his clothes back on. He slips on
several layers and damn there goes my view.
Meanwhile, I’m having dirty thoughts, as I imagine ripping those pesky
layers right back off of him.
about how all those hard muscles would feel under my hands and mouth. How, with
soft kisses, I’d follow the line of hair from his perfect chest all the way
down his taut stomach and to the treasure currently hidden beneath tight
denim. My body temperature suddenly
rises several degrees. I need to be
hosed down, but I’ll have to settle for a cold drink.
the bar with the faint hope that this place also serves something a little more
solid than just liquid. Rummaging
around in my pockets I come up with a grand total of $1.57.
$2.99. Not that it would’ve done me any good anyway, the place doesn’t serve
food the bartender informs me. I order water and just give a weak smile when
the bartender asks me if I want that on-the-rocks or not. Oh, ha ha, very
funny. As he places the glass in front of me I’m tempted to ask how much it
would cost to have it served in a clean glass – yuck, what’s that floating in
there? I toss the odd seven cents into the large glass jar with a hand written
sign taped to it that reads “Tipping is not a city in China” – cute.
object of my overly fertile imagination saunters over, sits down and orders a
beer. Christ, he’s even better looking close up. The bartender hands him a wad
of cash – well, at least he can afford to ask for a clean glass. He glances
over my way and I avert my eyes quickly.
Not that I don’t want to look, but my momma always told me it was rude
to stare. I steal little peeks and find him looking at me each time. That’s interesting.
rude thoughts continue floating through my lust-addled brain. Well, I *am*
seventeen and apart from my mutation, a normal hormonal being after all.
Anyway, the man could make a nun forget her vow of chastity he’s that
delectable. Just then the bartender interrupts my train of thought that’s
pleasantly hurtling toward Smutville.
something new, honey? Or are you sticking with water?” He asks, as he moves the
tip jar further away from me. What does he think I’m gonna do, try to make a
run for it with the whole ten bucks worth of coins in there? Yeah, like that
would get me real far.
you need some cash?”
must’ve been eyeing that jar more than I realized.
need water? I’m tempted to answer.
“Yes, I do.” I reply instead. No need to get sarcastic, after all, maybe
this guy will hand me a winning lottery ticket – yeah, right.
you I could get you a hundred bucks?”
st
style='mso-bidi-font-size:13.5pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"'>Oh oh, that
kinda cash is usually only earned one way. Sorry, dude, lethal skin, you’re
outta luck. But visions of that much
money prompts me to ask anyway.
use a little *entertainment*, if you catch my drift.”
ask him to clarify himself and he does. He’ll give me a hundred bucks if I go
into the fighting cage, dance a little and end the song with all my clothes on
the floor. That got the Wolverine’s
attention, and he’s riveted on me, waiting for my answer.
I-showed-you-mine-now-you-show-me-yours.
one song?” I ask. I wanna make sure
we’re clear on the rules.
lays a finger on you.”
considering it, but that sure is a lot of money for what – five minutes
tops? I could do that.
Proposal” with Demi Moore, where she’s oed aed a million bucks to sleep with
Robert Redford. She tells her husband, it’s just her body it’s not her heart or
her soul. Of course, this is only a
lousy hundred bucks, but it’s more money than I’ve seen in a hell of a long
time.
over to the jukebox. The emcee announces my imminent debut, calling me the
Teenage Tease – charming. Although most of the guys back in Meridian would
probably agree with that accurate description. So I wasn’t the village bicycle
– sue me. I peruse the limited
selection (country, country and more country) finally finding one I think I can
actually bump and grind to. And momma never thought those dance lessons would
ever have any practical use! I make my selection and gingerly enter the
cage. If I don’t think t tht this too
hard, I can get through the next five minutes without tossing the lunch Reggie
was kind enough to feed me.The music
starts and I begin swaying. I get the impression this crowd doesn’t care too
much about style, as long as my clothes hit the floor at a decent pace.
too bad I can’t conveniently go selectively deaf, as I can still hear the wolf
whistles and howling of my appreciative audience. Just do it, Marie – don’t
think, just get on with it.
rainy night
When he came into sight
Standing by the road
With no umbrella, no coat
So I pulled up along side
And I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile
So we drove for awhile
I didn’t ask him his name
The lonely boy in the rain
Fate tells me it’s right
Is this love at first sight
Please don’t make it wrong
Just stay for the night
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will, you want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I got loving arms to hold on to
that Mr. Wet Dream is part of the crowd. Even with my eyes shut and hundreds of
eyes fixed on me, it’s his heated gaze that I feel caressing me and I hope he
likes what he sees.
It was a place I knew well
We made magic that night
Oh, he did everything right
He brought the woman out of me
So many times -- easily
And in the morning when he woke
All I left him was a note
I told him, “I am a flower, you are the sea.”
We walked in the garden, we planted a tree
Don’t try to find me, please don’t you dare
Just live in memory, you’ll always be there
All I wanna do is make love to you
ong>ong>One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
Love like strangers
All night long
We made love
despite the heat from the fires burning in the metal trash cans scattered
throughout the place, I can still feel a chill. I reach around to my back,
unhook my bra and yank it off in one quick move. I also chose that exact moment
to reopen my eyes, only to be greeted by smoldering hazel orbs that are
consuming me with their heat, even from the distance of the other side of the
cage. His luscious mouth is slightly
turned up on one side in a hint of a smile. Oh, yeah, he definitely likes what
he’s seeing. Being only one flimsy piece of fabric away from being completely
naked, he also sees the blush that started on my cheeks and has traversed my
entire body. Oh my God, did he just lick his lips? My nipples harden as I
imagine what that tongue could do to me. The crooked little smile is a little
more prominent now. That’s it, smile for me, honey. I’m practically having an
orgasm watching him watching me.
We came ‘round the same way
You could imagine his surprise
When he saw his own eyes
I said, “Please, please understand
I’m in love with another man.”
And what he couldn’t give me, oh, oh
Was the one little thing that you can
All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love is all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
Come on, say you will, you want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will, baby, want me too all night long
All I wanna do is make love to you
All night long
All night long
off, honey.” Not wanting to risk losing my hundred bucks when I’ve already gone
this far, I wiggle out of my panties. I
mentally count to ten before grabbing my clothes, make a mad dash out of the
cage and head for the ladies’ room.
Whew, I’ve done it. One hundred dollars, please and I’m outta here. I
have a feeling I won’t be short of offers of a ride, either.
where the bartender hands me the promised money and an offer of a nightly job,
which I politely decline. As expected,
I get offered plenty of rides. I look around to see if I can find Mr.
Perfection, but he’s nowhere in sight. I guess he wasn’t that impressed after
all. Well, I still need a ride, and if I can’t get one with the only guy in
this whole dump who I wouldn’t mind jumping me, I better pick someone. I end up
choosing a guy who looks the mharmharmless, or at least the one I think I can
take on, should he decide to get perverted.
down camper that looks a quart of oil and one tank of gas away from the
junkyard. I don’t realize my fantasy
man is sitting behind the wheel watching me as I get into Wilbur’s car. I know,
Wilbur – how harmful could he be? Unfortunately, I’m about to find out.