Susan

[EarlJam]

"But I'm a married woman," Susan whimpered, her eyes and shallow breathing betraying her true feelings as Clutch Stevens absorbed it all in like a sponge.

"Yes, you are," replied Clutch, invitingly.

Clutch knew this moment. He had lived this moment hundreds if not thousands of times before. Like a good come back line, he knew if he didn't seize the moment instantly, it would be too late.

"You're married, so what, said Clutch. "So was I..............once. Does it really matter? I mean, it does, I suppose. But the truth is I find you attractive. Very attractive. And not just your looks (although there is plenty there to make me googly waa waa). It's you. Everything about you. Your humor. Your, I don't know.......depth? You get it. You get me. I don't want to be a 'bad guy' but I can't hide my attraction for you, okay?"

"Oh Clutch......"

"I'm sorry. I've said too much.."

Clutch made a conscious effort to keep his mouth shut. He gazed at her crossed legs, the firm lines of her calves, the smoothness of her knees, the sweetness of her eyes, her lips. He wanted her. He wanted her like nothing he'd ever wanted before...............and he wanted it tonight.

-EarlJam

[EarlJam]

"Don't go," requested Clutch. "Don't get on that plane tonight."

"Oh Clutch, you know that's not an option," Susan retorted. "We're at war. My country needs me. Any other time and I'd.....," Susan paused.

"You'd what," inquired Clutch?

"I'd......think about it," Susan answered. "But just one year ago tomorrow Pearl Harbor was bombed, and I lost my brother Kyle on the Oklahoma. I have a duty to him. And my husband is now in Europe fighting to get Hitler. I can't be left alone playing love fantasies with you. How selfish would that be?"

"I meant no harm."

"I know you didn't Clutch."

"Everyone seems to want to avenge something," offered Clutch. "Is that where we find our purpose? I'm crazy about you girl, yet you seem to think risking your life for country is more important. Is it?"

[EarlJam]

Susan was intoxicated by his words. She downed her medicine of vodka and tonic and stared into Clutch's eyes.

The silence screamed of sex.

Susan could feel the moisture building. The excitement. It was purely animal. It was purly fantastic. She eyed him from across the table and let her high heeled shoes slip from her stockinged feet. Leaning into Clutch, she slipped her foot up his trousers, rubbing softly, sensually, against the skin of his muscular legs.

Clutch was aroused.

A million words were said without a word being spoken. Their mouths drew closer. Their breaths were stimulating. Closer, closer, closer.

And then she said it. "Fuck me Clutch."