Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 | Page 33

“I’m almost caught up,” I said.

slowly began to slide the blouse off her shoulder.

“Almost burned up, you mean. Your eyes are red. You
haven’t left that chair in over two hours. Don’t you
ever have to pee?”

I had to stop her. “You win, Janet. Where do you want
to go?”

“Only if I eat and drink.”
“When’s the last time you did that?”
“It was a couple of hours before I came in here, I
think.”
“Wayne! That’s no good! That’s it, then. I’m not helping you anymore.”
“I’m almost done,” I said. “Just two more papers, then
we can get some supper.”
“No, now.”
“I have to finish!”
Janet got a determined look in her eye, one I’ve long
since learned to fear. “If you don’t stop what you’re
doing, I—I’ll get us thrown out of here, I swear!”
“Yeah, right,” I said, and went back to writing.
Something landed on the desk next to my page. It
was a bra. “What the?” I looked at Janet. She was still
wearing all her clothes, except for the bra. “How did
you do that?”
“I’ll show you sometime, if you behave. Are we leaving, or do I have to take something else off?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, no?” She slowly began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Janet! You’re going to get us into trouble!”
“That’s the idea,” she said, undoing the last button.
She hadn’t bared her breasts, but I could see bare skin
all the way from her neck down past her navel. She

“Nothing fancy, just anywhere but here.”
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4. Tempted
About a half hour later, we arrived at her apartment.
Janet handed me the bag of food so she could open the
door. “It’s locked. Aimee must have gone home for the
weekend.”
“I should go if your roommate’s not here,” I said.
“Not before you eat something, Wayne.” Janet took
the bag and held open the door. “Don’t argue with me,
or I’ll hide your crutches.”
My stomach growled. “I’m not going to argue with
you. You’re right. I need food.”
“Have a seat on the couch. You can toss your coat on
the chair over there. I’ll get you a cushion for your
ankle.”
I took off my coat and hopped to the couch. Janet
came back with a pillow and set my foot upon it. “Aimee’s gone for the weekend. She left this note on the
counter. So it’s just you and me.” She began massaging my toes. “How does that feel? Does your ankle
hurt?”
“It’s not that bad, really. It’s been almost two weeks
since I fell. But it still hurts like hell if I try to put any
weight on it.”
“Then don’t do that.” Janet opened up the bag and
handed me my container. She sat down beside me and
opened her box. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve been
looking forward to this, Wayne. I missed you while
you were gone, you know.”
“I missed you, too.”

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