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Pedagogy Of Love (standard:romance, 4051 words) | |||
Author: Elizabeth Spencer | Added: Apr 20 2003 | Views/Reads: 3513/2348 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
A romantic tale of tug-of-war between love and logic. I have revised and editied using the respected adivse of "you" my fellow writers. Please keep the feedback coming. I hope you find this a better read now! Who ever responds if you have | |||
Pedagogy of Love Second week in January and I had just arrived in the well-scrubbed City of Sacramento. First items on my list are to find a job and check out the admission requirements for UC Davis and California State. Smoothing the folds in my dress I head for the mirror for one last check. My dark hair shining from the light cascading through the side window. I smile at the slender, healthy, middle-aged woman I see. The future looks bright and I am anxious to get it started. I have aspirations of becoming an civil engineer. And this aspiration and allot of diligence has lead me back to my native state of California. Both Cal. State and Cal. Davis have an excellent engineering departments and this woman is about to become their newest student. First things first, empolyment is a must! Grabbing my breif case I flip off the bedroom light and head out for my next interview. I got lucky and found a temporary job as a leasing consultant for an active seniors community. I was way over qualified but it was only a three-month stint, long enough to get myself settled and find something permanent. New jobs always take a few days of acclamation, I said to myself as I looked around my small office. “Yes, Lori your 5'4” frame fits this chair perfectly”, I thought as I snuggled up behind my desk. My desk faced a pair of full-length windows that gave me a clear view of the clubhouse used by the community tenants. I watched as these well-mannered senior citizens mingle. It was a nice Christian atmosphere I thought. The clubhouse was large and had areas for a big screen television, pool table and game table for cards and the like. From my desk I could see a conversational area with a couch flanked on either side by two comfortable chairs, facing a gas-fueled fireplace. The color scheme was a soothing selection of teal and maroon upholstery, accented with wood gain tables and the rich greenery of plants. I had just risen from my desk when something caught my attention from the common room. A swarm of white haired little old ladies were rushing this six foot one, handsome, white pony tailed haired man through the clubhouse and out the door. I chuckled at the sight and Sue, the assistant manager looked up as they went out the door. That is Allen Allbright, she said. He is a really nice guy, took one of our senior ladies to a motorcycle rally one year. Her husband was a motorcycle enthusiast and Allen thought she would enjoy it. Sue smiled broadly as she remembered; she had a great time, didn't talk of anything else for weeks! I grinned thinking how wonderful people can be to one another. I turned towards my office glancing once more toward the door of their departure and good spiritedly wondered what they all were up too. A few days later Mr. Allbright appeared at my office door. He asked me my name and said he just stopped by to welcome me to the fold so-to-speak. I was struck by his virial demeanor and his youthful attitude. Yes, he defiantly was a fine looking man around 55ish years young I would guess. I felt instantly attracted to him. There was a brief awkward silence between us and I asked his name. As I did a very gentle feeling enveloped me. I repeated his name allowed “Allen Allbright” and it sounded so lovely he smiled. Inside I was saying “Mrs. Allen Allbright”, and feeling slightly uncomfortable and worried that my thoughts might be showing on my face. He looked at me with a tender smile and nodded yes. I felt confused and so did he, for he seemed unable to move for a moment? Then he found his composure beneath a veneer of thought and with a smile gracefully left my office. For a few Idol moments the shadow of his six foot one, broad shouldered physique lingered in my mind inspiring me to grin at myself. After our introduction I didn't see him for weeks. I wondered privately where he might have gone but put him out of my mind and happily went on with my everyday thoughts and life. Then one morning as I went for coffee, I turn the corner from my office door and found him sitting on the couch watching the big screen television. He was the only person in the room and I was surprised at myself at how excited I was to see him again. He looked up at me with this sexy; self-assured grin and nods a hello. If there is one thing I find sexy in a man it is when he is oozing self-confidence and self-control. His viral, controlled demeanor set the embers ablaze. “Yes”< I know what you're thinking, “Lustful Woman”, and you are absolutely right. He was pushing all the right buttons to arouse the passions within me. And acted like he didn't have a clue how he was affecting me. As humiliating as it is for a man-eater of a woman to say, for him it was easily accomplished. We kibitzed in verse for a short few minutes. I asked him if he wanted me to buy him a cup of coffee {Joke being that coffee is free} bringing a smile to both Click here to read the rest of this story (276 more lines)
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