Just write the rest of the day. Next time we'll write some more. Don't look at any of it until we meet a third time. We'll trade pages and recite."And...so the third time happened in the rehearsal space on Labor Day. I asked my sister to sketch whatever she saw. She wouldn't understand the words spoken. I wanted her to capture a visual impression. We read each other's nonsense silently, getting used to the scribble, hers easier than mine to decipher. Many pages had been scribed. We drew lines. Laying back on her pillow she begin to think back to the first time she saw Molly. She had to admit that she didn't think much of the little skinny bitch. If anything Molly was a pest who followed her around all day. But now it felt so different. She had becomes Maggie's closest friend. They had shared so much, that now it seemed like the two was now of one mind. Maggie walked into the kitchen still half asleep, but in very much in need of a cup of coffee. Molly looked up from the funny paper. Out the corner of her eye, she saw Heather leave the ballroom. Sean was watching her, holding something in his hand. Alexa reached out and traced a hand over Bob's fly. What she felt behind the metal zip sent a thrill down her spine. Out the corner of her eye, she saw her, 'ace up the sleeve,' make the gesture of an old-fashioned movie maker. Alexa, feeling a shiver of delicious anticipation run down her spine, nodded surreptitiously and turned her attention back to Bob, her million watt smile. Perhaps a little too oblivious of the tight short shorts I was wearing at the time. He came over; not very attractive, in his early 60s possibly, but barely restrained in his attraction to me. He sat by me, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him eye my thick lips, followed by a slow descent to my crotch. He started talking to me, asking where I lived, if I had a girl or boyfriend, etc. I was offput by this, especially by someone considerably older than I was, but responded minimally..
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