Dreamlover (standard:mystery, 2446 words)
Author: DREAMERJJ	Added: May 09 2002	Views/Reads: 3517/2428	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Story of a girl who has a ghost as a visitor but only thinks that it is a dream.....

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we would go to the bar and out for dinner. The Bar that we attended was 
the only one in town but all the locals went there and it was a pretty 
busy place for a small town. The Manager seemed to get some good talent 
in, which always seemed to draw a few outsiders in, to keep things 
interesting. 

As we turned in to my driveway, I looked at my house with trepidation. I
tried not to think of what the night might bring, but the memories 
where still displaying themselves in my minds eye and I couldn't shut 
them out. Cheryl looked at me and asked if there was something wrong? I 
wondered if I should tell her what was happening when I was sleeping, 
but I decided to keep my dreams to myself, besides what was wrong with 
having a few erotic dreams anyway ?  So I lied to her and told her that 
I was just thinking about the disagreement that the two women had had 
earlier in the day. She reminded me that I shouldn't bring my work home 
with me and that I should get the f*@k out of her car please, because 
she wanted to go home ! I laughed at her remark and and got out and 
headed to my house. I turned to wave as she was leaving and tripped 
over my own feet. She saw me fall and stopped the car  and jumped out 
to help me. I wasn't hurt at all and was laughing so hard that tears 
were streaming down my face! Cheryl helped pick me up and between 
laughs she again asked me if I was ok   This only made me laugh all 
that much harder. This seemed to help break the tension of the day. 
When I stopped laughing, I smiled at Cheryl and thanked her for her 
concern. Then I told her to get on home and that I would call her 
latter. The house was in semi-darkness and I felt a chill go up my 
spine. I unlocked the door and  turned  the lights on. Nothing was out 
of place and that helped to reassure me that just maybe my imagination 
was working overtime. I lit a nice fire in the fire place and set about 
to make a big bowel of good old K.D. when the phone rang. Rob , a 
friend of mine (  who wanted to be more than just a friend) was on the 
other end of the line. It was nice to hear his voice but I was afraid 
to encourage him too much because I knew he wanted more from our 
relationship than I was willing to give. I didn't feel the same way 
about him that he felt about me and I knew that it was not fair to lead 
him on. I wished that we could keep our relationship as good friends 
but he kept trying to cross that fine line that defines the difference 
between the two. I liked Rob but that was as far as it went. "Well, hi 
Babe what-cha doin tonight? he asked. Just about to have some K.D. What 
about you ? Was just thinkin of ya that's all . I was wonderin weather 
you wanted some company? I could come over if you like ...... Ohhh, Not 
tonight Rob I am a bit tired , had a hard day at work today. You always 
say that!!!! Don't you want me to come over, you shouldn't spend so 
much time alone in that old house. I could make you a real dinner, you 
know! I don't allways say that, and besides K.D. Is a real dinner, and 
I don't spend too much time alone here! Ahhh, Come on,  what would it 
hurt, I don't bite ya know ... Rob!! I really don't feel like company 
tonight,  really, I don't, I just want my K.D., then to watch the tube 
for a while, then I am off to bed  .... Ok, fine, have it your way, but 
at least tell me that you are going out to the bar tomorrow night with 
Cheryl and Tom , maybe I can see you there ?  Would ya have a dance 
with me , pleeeease? Ok, Ok, Rob, That, I will do, You know that we 
always go there, and yes I will have a dance with you. Thanks Babe, see 
ya there . Bye Robert!! 

Dam!  I wished that he wouldn't call me that, I thought to myself. I am
not his Babe, I don't want to be his Babe, nor will I ever be his Babe! 
  Why can't he see that I only want to be friends ? It is so hard to 
discourage him without hurting his feelings, maybe I shouldn't dance 
with him, I don't dance any different with him than I do with any one 
else, do I ? I asked myself . I just like to go out and have a few 
drinks, a few dances, and socialize with my friends! Why couldn't he 
see that ? God I hate this, I don't want a relationship right now! Dam 
it all to hell!!! I sat there fuming for a while then ate my K.D. with 
a vengeance! I added some more wood to the fire to take the chill off 
the room,and turned on the T.V. There was a good movie on with John 
Travolta in it and I thought that it would be good to fill the rest of 
my night and take my mind off Rob and what to do about him... 

Cheryl arrived home and opened the door to the delicious smell of Toms
home made spaghetti sauce. Tom had been on the midnight shift at the 
local car plant for the last week and was now off for the weekend. He 
worked as the shift supervisor and was struggling to work his way up 
the corporate ladder. He enjoyed his job but the 10 hour shift work 
sometimes got to him. Often he would bring his problems at work home to 
Cheryl and pick a fight with her as he had done the night before, but 
today he was feeling bad about the way that he had acted. He thought 
that he would try  to make it up to her by making her, her favorite 
dish. Five years ago, Cheryl and Tom had met in collage and it was love 
at first sight. Tom asked her out on a date but with money so tight 
while attending collage he convinced her to come to his small apartment 
and he would make her the best spaghetti dinner that she ever had!! She 
took him up on his challenge and was pleasantly surprised. The date 
turned out to be a lot like the spaghetti sean in the classic Disney 
movie "Lady and the Tramp" only a bit more sordid . Ummmm, That smells 
good Hon, when do we eat ? Cheryl asked. Tom looked up from the pot of 
sauce and smiled that big dreamy smile that always melted her heart, 
"Just as soon as the noodles are cooked, in about 5 minutes I guess, He 
puts the wooden spoon down and pulls her close and whispers in her ear 
" forgive me ? " "You know that I already have! "Cheryl said, "Ya , I 
did, But I love to make up though." Tom said with a smile. They held 
each other and just enjoyed the closeness of the moment. 	When Tom let 
go of Cheryl, He noticed that she looked worried about something but he 
also new that there was no point in confronting her about it, she would 
tell him what was bothering her when she was ready. At times like this 
Tom realized just how close they really were and just how much she 
meant to him, he made a promise to himself to try harder to leave work 
problems at work and not take things out on her. Cheryl took off her 
jacket, threw it on the chair and kicked off her shoes. She drained the 
noodles and dished some out on there plates. Tom put the sauce on top 
and they both sat down to eat. Tom was looking at Cheryl and was 
wondering how he ever got so lucky to marry such a beauty! Her eyes 
were green and her thick long dark brown hair fell down past her 
shoulders. Her body was the kind that made most men turn there heads 
when she walked in a room. He often wonderd how he was ever going to 
hold on to her.......


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