I LOVE YOU TOO (standard:drama, 4057 words)
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Two couples, quandaries, and one man's lust for his wife's sister.

I LOVE YOU TOO by Bobby Zaman 

I'm awake feigning sleep. 

I was sleepy earlier.  When I tried to fall asleep, sleep went away. 

Cerene finished the movie by herself.  She thought I'd be awake when she
came to bed.  She's not happy that I'm not awake.  She undresses with 
ease and grace, soundless.  If I open my eyes I'll see her glowing like 
white marble in the light of a full moon that's hanging in the window 
above our bed.  She has very fair skin, but nowhere near the pale she 
accuses it of being.  She reaches over me to remove a corner of the 
comforter.  Then I feel the rest of her body press against the 
mattress. 

We make love every night.  I can't remember a night that we've been
together since getting together that we didn't make love.  Alright, 
maybe a few here and there, but comparatively we have an amazing, 
sustained physical relationship. 

Cerene loves sex. 

I love sex. 

We haven't had sex in over a week.  I haven't wanted to. I'm feigning
sleep because I don't want to make love tonight either.  I've shifted 
positions a few times.  My right arm brushed against her.  Her skin is 
soft and warm.  I feel cruel sending her false indications that I'm 
awake.  I'm not doing it on purpose.  We're in bed, touching happens.  
To make my fake sleep sound authentic I'm taking deep breaths, inhales 
and exhales long and resonant.  It's making me lightheaded.  We're 
facing away from each other so it's safe for me to open my eyes for a 
moment and let equilibrium regain control in my brain. 

I'm awake feigning sleep.  Next to my newlywed wife of one month,
partner of less than a year.  It's not that I'm not thinking of sex.  
I'm thinking of it with other women. 

A couple of co-workers. 

I'm thinking of Cerene's sister Marcine. 

Tomorrow we're spending the day with Marcine and her husband Paul.  Paul
is in the Marines and recently returned from a fourth deployment in 
Iraq.  I like Paul.  He's good-natured, humble Midwestern stock.  He's 
suspicious of everyone and everything the first time round and I find 
this comforting.  Paul is not a “yes-man.” 

Marcine teaches English at a high school fifteen minutes away from their
home.  It's a suburban school and can afford to pay her handsomely.  
The first three weeks of summer vacation every year she travels 
overseas.  Last year Cerene went with her to Nepal and Singapore. 

Cerene and Marcine are big on saying I love you.  Every visit, every
phone call, every e-mail is signed off with multiple mutual I love 
you-s.  In that spirit Marcine has said I love you to me scores of 
times.  She even punctuated once during a tongue-in-cheek phone 
conversation, “I love you Adam, I love you, but in a completely 
different way.”  Then we laughed together and she passed the phone to 
my wife who is also entertained by the charade. 

I get out of bed to go to the bathroom.  I'm aware that this compromises
the legitimacy of my act.  I silently curse my bladder.  I know Cerene 
will wonder why, when I'm awake enough to answer the call of nature, 
I'm unable to find a second wind for sex.  She's thinking I'm upset or 
mad at her for something. I climb back into bed.  I really do want to 
fall asleep. After some time, I do. 

Marcine and Paul live in a suburb near the airport.  They bought the
house at foreclosure which they're paying for with Paul's military 
bonuses and GI Bill, and Marcine's salary.  They're doing well.  It's a 
very nice house, and they got it for a steal. 

As we're walking up to the front door Cerene asks if I'm doing alright. 
I say yes.  It's a terrific day on this fifth day of October.  Weather 


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