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Untitled Sexy Romance Story, ConclusionSep 20 '03 (Updated Oct 29 '03) Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line It's finished!!!! If you need to start at the beginning of this story, go here Well, I've finally finished the storyline. I don't know if it's at all as good as my other stories. I've been so impatient with it, that I think I've been a bit too sloppy with it. If you like, please go to my profile and read the other segments. In any case, if you enjoy, or despise, it, or have something meaningful to say, please make some comments. --------------------- Janice and Frank stood in front of the nearby convenience store, observing Rebecca as she stepped over the cement walkway and disappeared inside the premises. “Are you sure that this is a good idea?”, Frank asked, rubbing the back of his head. “It ought to be……”, Janice responded, hopefully. “I don’t see the purpose of all this tension among the three of us. Maybe if we actually hung out together, like a trio of friends, she might get over her confused feelings……and we’d actually get along, instead of merely playing at it.” “You’re a reckless woman!”, he joked. “Rebecca isn’t one to cool off very easily. I’m expecting her to walk out of that store and slap you across the face with a handful of raw eggs……” “No, I don’t think she’ll do that….. Well, she had her reasons before, but……”, attempting to block any doubt, “…. it will be okay, I promise!” Rebecca reappeared within the mild fall air, carrying one bag of produce. “Well, I’ve got what I needed….I could have gotten you guys something, you know…..” “No, that’s fine.”, Janice smiled. “So… what did you end up buying?”, Frank asked, intrigued. “Ah…. Tomatoes, milk, one of those microwave pizzas, and a carton of eggs.” Janice stifled a laugh. These three walked along the sidewalk of Grafton Street, approaching Province House, the building where the Prince Edward Island government sat. Much noise was made inside the building, during raucous debates between the elected members of office, but this afternoon, an equally piercing sound formed around the lovely scenery surrounding the building. “Quite a large crowd over there.”, Frank pointed to the dozens of people amassed along the walkway. Some were sitting on the edge of the concrete fountain, but many of them stood, facing the front doors of the government building, as if they all were expecting someone to meet them. “Actually,”, Janice said, noticing the wooden signs that a few held up in the air, “it appears as if it’s a protest.” “You don’t suppose……”, Rebecca halted. “Oh god!”, Frank groaned. “What?”, Janice asked. “My ex-girlfriend is quite possibly in that crowd.”, Frank said. “She was… well, she still is, one of those people who’ve gotten themselves deeply involved in politics, for what, I don’t know. I can’t see the use of politicians, myself… we never saw eye to eye, I don’t think.” “That’s why she broke up with you.”, Rebecca said. “I feel nervous around these people, guys, let’s go.”, Frank spoke, flustered. “Let’s follow them, and see what they’re up to.”, Rebecca said, with a curious glow within her eyes. “Is it really a big deal?”, Frank asked. “Worried that they’re going to indoctrinate you?”, she laughed. Rebecca continued walking towards the group, not seeming to concern herself if the other two followed her. “Oh, sh*t.”, Frank asked. “Don’t you see, Janice…..I knew that this was going to occur. Instead of a bunch of people screaming at the premier, there’s going to be a catfight straight out of high school……“ ……….Rebecca wormed her way inside the crowd, needing to witness her assumptions in the flesh. She realized it, when she saw the back of a certain woman’s head, which instinctively turned to match her glance. “Rebecca?”, Christine asked, wide-eyed. She was wearing the same glittery, midriff-exposing tank top as she did during her unwanted confrontation with her the other day. “Hi, Christine.” Rebecca seemed far too pleased to see her, Christine believed. “What... are you doing here?”, she asked, desperately. “Are you ready to pick a fight now, of all times? Sure, I’ve used violence before, but that was against property! That’s different, and nobody can make a logical argument, otherwise!” “Hey, girl, don’t try too hard!”, she said, placing her hand on Christine’s shoulder. “I... I just never really got to know you all that well. It’s my way of apologizing. I know it’s too noisy right now to explain properly.” “Yes, it is.”, Christine said. “I’m about to scream my lungs out!” “What for?” “Well, it’s health care again. We have to convince this government not to cut back on any money to health care, even though Ottawa is threatening to cut equalization payments to the province.” “Yuck! That’s no fun at all!”, Rebecca understood. “I’d like them to use clean surgical instruments at all times -- are they going to start reusing stuff now if they can’t afford to buy anything??”, she only half-mocked. “You’re funny.... but it makes sense........” As the two women attempted to speak over the bin of noise from the crowd, the premier of Prince Edward Island stepped out from the front door to Province House, caught slightly unawares by the protest. “Here goes.....”, Christine muttered. The crowd pushed ahead, chanting slogans that pushed their point across. The premier stepped a bit closer, perhaps in hopes that he could make a speech to the group. Suddenly a large tomato weakly flew across the pathway -- striking him in the shoulder. The result caused a crescendo of sighs and gasps. “Where did that come from?”, the premier muttered to one of his aides. The aide pointed to a stunned face, her body contorted from having fallen over. “That woman was holding the tomato.”, pointing to Rebecca. “We’ll deal with her immediately.” “Oh, sh*t!”, Rebecca muttered. “Oh my God.”, Christine said. “You really want to apologize. I believe you now.......” Charlottetown -- Chaos, as well as an errant tomato, erupted at the front steps of Province House yesterday afternoon, as a peaceful protest got out of hand. One of the protesters, Rebecca ----------, allegedly threw a foreign object, apparently a tomato by all accounts, in the direction of Premier Pat Binns. He was uninjured, the tomato merely grazing his shoulder. “This paints a very disturbing picture of the growing protest movement in Prince Edward Island.”, Christine -------, participant in the protest, commented to The Guardian. “We are all about peaceful protest, about exercising our right to demand change from our leaders, to remind them that we voted them into office. And then somebody, one of these few rotten apples, decides to cause trouble by resorting to what could be classified as assault. That is a complete detriment to our movement.” Authorities promptly took the woman into custody. However, charges were not filed due to a lack of evidence. The woman insisted that what occurred was an accident, that she was trying to get through the massive crowd with her shopping bags, when someone bumped into her, releasing the tomato from her hand with enough force to strike the premier. Witnesses say that the woman indeed was at the local convenience store, having purchased a grouping of items, including milk, pizza, tomatoes, and eggs. Nevertheless, the authorities thought strongly enough to give her a warning that if she is ever caught doing a similar act again, that she would be prosecuted with the full extent of the law. “I never thought I would see the day that a politician would be in danger on Prince Edward Island.”, commented Binns. “Well, there was that time that the Prime Minister got a pie in the face here in Charlottetown, but he’s a much more higher profile than many of us that are here locally. We are friends and neighbours around here. If anyone had a gripe against any of us, we’re easily accessible here in Charlottetown. I mean, my home number is in the phone book. You can call me up if you have issues that you‘d like addressed!” Binns said that he had no interest in pressing charges, as he believed that his life and personal safety was never in real danger. “It’s a tomato, not a bullet. I can deal with it.”, he said. Full Analysis On Page 3 -- Banana Cream Pies, and other Food Items, as Political Weapons of Mass Destruction The two of them carelessly walked over the fragile boardwalk that lined the Harbour, as the afternoon air grew cooler. “Your friend really is foolish.”, Janice laughed. “I don’t know what was up with that.......”, Frank snickered. “But at least they patched things up. Christine met her at the front door of the police station…..they were chatting up a storm afterwards.” “I don’t know... I think Rebecca gave Christine the wrong impression with that tomato.”, Frank believed. “Now she’s going to think that Rebecca plans to be a hardcore protester! I’m expecting another disagreement very soon.” He pauses. “Ah well...... I can’t speak for Rebecca and her little emotional spasms!”, he said. They roamed further, watching the ripples that drew themselves over the water. “Frank.... maybe we should go out sometime?” “What do you mean? We’ve been together every evening, haven’t we?”, he says wryly, faking a lack of understanding toward Janice‘s statement. “Well, yea……we‘ve been together…..”, shyly, lowering her voice a few octaves. “But.... there must be more to a relationship than giving each other wonderful orgasms every night.” “Ok… well, I’ll try to have a really dreadful one next time, and I’ll fumble around like a teenage boy, so it will suck for you as well.”, he smirked, putting his hand on her shoulder in a friendly gesture. Janice feebly attempted to block a laugh from escaping her mouth. “Oh man...... but .....”, calming down. “I enjoy being with you .......at least we can talk to each other, and I know that we have certain feelings in common.“ Frank was so much in a sexual swoon, observing Janice speak, that he couldn’t bear a second that he was not pressed against her. He was barely conscious of the possibility that Janice was an addiction. He had never considered a physical relationship to be like a drug... but that could be because he never had a substantial relationship before. He and Janice had more encounters in a week than he had with Christine over the last four months of their relationship. With Christine, he was content with spending time apart, until the next time that they met. But with Janice, he wished that he could just sweep her up in his arms and take her somewhere more private. “Well… I’ll admit to you,”, Frank said, “.. that it’s going to be tough to go by for days without making love to you…….” Janice pressed her face against Frank’s shoulder. “You know…. It would be tough for me too. I…. I really enjoyed.... what happened. I think that it was something that we both needed right now......” “Yes.....”, Frank agreed. “You’re right. I mean... it’s tough, you know. My relationship fell apart like dust in my hand. And Rebecca…….., ah! But I shouldn’t say much. You tell me that you’ve not had a relationship in three years. That must be rough.” “So you don’t think that I’m a complete loser, then?”, Janice asked, giving a sorrowful grin. “No... why would I?”, he replied thoughtfully. “I mean, you’ve had your reasons. I had mine……” “Frank….don‘t worry about me being jealous like Rebecca. I wouldn‘t do a thing like that to you. I wouldn’t give you a hard time if you had a good friend who was a woman. In fact, I‘d say that you‘re better off with the associations that you have.” “Even the crazy leftie protester and the jealous woman?”, he grinned. “Ah, well... at least I know that you’re not some boneheaded male who can’t come up with a better conversation piece with a woman besides Want to see my king-sized bed?” “Well, if I said that I would be a liar. My bed’s only a single.” “Oh, you know what I mean. I know there isn’t going to be a wall that separates you from me... like the wall that separates the boys from the girls. It isn’t going to be that way between us. I can sense that. I can trust you………….” Time passed. The couple walked along the harbour. As the afternoon walked closer to the evening, fewer people were seen outside. It became more private, the moments between Frank and Janice. “If all that we’ve been through over the last week or so was a story, written by some desperate, lonely soul behind a computer, what do you suppose people would say about us, if they dared to read it?”, Janice asked playfully. “That we’re a pair of sex fiends, I suppose.”, Frank smiled. “I’d say more than that.”, she said. “They would probably ask themselves where the friendship is, the warmth, the affection, the conversation........”, she smirked. Frank ponders his friend’s list. “You mean there isn’t any of those?”, he mocked. “Well, some of the uptight prudes out in the countryside might not appreciate it. Those folks out there in the fishing villages would experience shellshock!” “But what are they doing during the winter? Taking up needlepoint?”, he joked. The two of them understood that there needed to be more. More than passion. More than ecstasy. “If... if there is anyone that you would like to speak to from time to time, get something off of your chest, or whatever..... you know that I’ll always listen.”, she said. “I doubt that Rebecca can always figure you out. She‘s trying, but she‘s really not a warm, affectionate, attentive person, I don’t think…….” “I can tell that you would be a great listener.” “Well, most of my life, I was the listener -- the one who heard about everyone else, but had nothing of her own to contribute.” “But you do...... I certainly hope that you do.”, he said. “You lived for twenty three years, must be something worth talking about.” Janice smiled. “Yea, yea... I’m sure I can find something to talk about.......” She knew that she did. Her plans for the future needed to be revisited. Someone would be there, now. To help her out, to give her direction. But she wasn’t impulsive enough to speak to him about it, just not yet……. “Hey, it’s my birthday next week.”, Janice spoke, picking a lighter subject to ponder on. “Anything that you hope to get?”, he jokes. “Ah.... let me see?”, she considers. “Oh, I don’t know.....peace in the Middle East, lower taxes, good health care, just small stuff!” Frank laughs at Janice’s attempt at humor. “No, I’m serious!” “Oh, my dear, it’s okay........ I don’t need anything fancy.”, Janice said quietly. “Just the company of friends.........” Friends. Even after their unusual meeting, their many nights of intimacy, and the many unsettling emotions that skimmed the surface, there was still a true capacity for friendship. These two met each other for more than they realized. They expected something fleeting, but saw in each other something deeper, something they needed…….... “Well…….being my special day, however,”, Janice grinned mischievously. “…..there are a few kinky things that we haven’t quite gotten around to in the time we’ve spent together.” She quietly folded her hand into his, and rested her head against his shoulder, as they continued walking into the early evening. ---- END  |
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