LADDERS
by Queenie
Chapter One
Climbing
It had been a surprise to meet up with him in the city Eve had moved to only a month before hand.
"Hey," he had said and smiled at her, stopping on the sidewalk. He had looked fabulous wearing his designer jeans and baggy Roots sweater in the Saturday afternoon sunlight.
"Oh, wow," she had replied back. "Bobby fucking Gilmore. I cannot believe it."
She had been embarrassed when he asked her to the local deli for a sandwich and a Coke. But she went with him anyway, still dressed in her suit and Prada shoes from her weekend morning at the office.
They had talked for hours. And walked, too.
It was dusk before they arrived, standing in front of her doorstep and of course, she had invited him in for coffee.
They had been sitting on her leather sofa when he suddenly looked over at her.
"Remember all that time ago in the back of Dan's Pontiac?"
Eve smiled, because she did.
And their love making that night seemed familiar and wild in a way neither had known. He had kissed her breasts, he had been waiting so long.
The next morning he asked her to dinner at his house for that night.
She had said yes and after he left, she had called Phill and cancelled their date to the opera.
Chapter Two
At The Top
Bobby's studio apartment was even better than he had described it the night before, Eve had found out. It was rich with oak floors and modern with black upon black. The walls were a low white. She thought it was a steal for the $2700 he was paying a month for it.
She took the wine he offered.
He had cooked a meal for a woman and when they were done, he had taken out his camera and took pictures of her naked on the rug in front of the fireplace until he could not just look at her a second longer.
They had both taken that Monday off of work and they drove to the coast in his black BMW.
There was a slight breeze coming off the water that day. They were laughing and free, arms all over each other. She had worn white capris, their bare feet skipping through the sand.
Chapter Three
Black Cat
Bobby was out of town a lot on photo shoots. Even when he was in town, he was working late.
Eve noticed Jerry at work had been giving her the eye. He was on he road to Vice-President.
It was after 10 p.m. when the plane touched down; he knew she was not expecting him until morning. But he had missed her.
He was happy to see the lights in her townhome burning when he drove up.
Eve had thought it was the Delivery Boy, opening the door in her black silk robe.
Jerry sitting on the couch in red satin boxers.
Bobby looked at her.
"I thought about you for years," he said.
Then he had walked away.
Chapter Four
Snakes
15 years. 15 years ago now, since she has seen Bobby.
She sits on her white couch, knees to chin in her jeans and black sweater.
She sighs, stretching out before she stands to go upstairs.
To put on her Italian swimwear.
The pool boy was due any minute.
by Queenie
Chapter One
Climbing
It had been a surprise to meet up with him in the city Eve had moved to only a month before hand.
"Hey," he had said and smiled at her, stopping on the sidewalk. He had looked fabulous wearing his designer jeans and baggy Roots sweater in the Saturday afternoon sunlight.
"Oh, wow," she had replied back. "Bobby fucking Gilmore. I cannot believe it."
She had been embarrassed when he asked her to the local deli for a sandwich and a Coke. But she went with him anyway, still dressed in her suit and Prada shoes from her weekend morning at the office.
They had talked for hours. And walked, too.
It was dusk before they arrived, standing in front of her doorstep and of course, she had invited him in for coffee.
They had been sitting on her leather sofa when he suddenly looked over at her.
"Remember all that time ago in the back of Dan's Pontiac?"
Eve smiled, because she did.
And their love making that night seemed familiar and wild in a way neither had known. He had kissed her breasts, he had been waiting so long.
The next morning he asked her to dinner at his house for that night.
She had said yes and after he left, she had called Phill and cancelled their date to the opera.
Chapter Two
At The Top
Bobby's studio apartment was even better than he had described it the night before, Eve had found out. It was rich with oak floors and modern with black upon black. The walls were a low white. She thought it was a steal for the $2700 he was paying a month for it.
She took the wine he offered.
He had cooked a meal for a woman and when they were done, he had taken out his camera and took pictures of her naked on the rug in front of the fireplace until he could not just look at her a second longer.
They had both taken that Monday off of work and they drove to the coast in his black BMW.
There was a slight breeze coming off the water that day. They were laughing and free, arms all over each other. She had worn white capris, their bare feet skipping through the sand.
Chapter Three
Black Cat
Bobby was out of town a lot on photo shoots. Even when he was in town, he was working late.
Eve noticed Jerry at work had been giving her the eye. He was on he road to Vice-President.
It was after 10 p.m. when the plane touched down; he knew she was not expecting him until morning. But he had missed her.
He was happy to see the lights in her townhome burning when he drove up.
Eve had thought it was the Delivery Boy, opening the door in her black silk robe.
Jerry sitting on the couch in red satin boxers.
Bobby looked at her.
"I thought about you for years," he said.
Then he had walked away.
Chapter Four
Snakes
15 years. 15 years ago now, since she has seen Bobby.
She sits on her white couch, knees to chin in her jeans and black sweater.
She sighs, stretching out before she stands to go upstairs.
To put on her Italian swimwear.
The pool boy was due any minute.
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