Chapter 3: The Price

Suddenly realizing how much I liked Sally, caused me pain, but I resolved, even though this liking her would make it difficult, it wouldn’t stop me. Then Sally stopped me cold, brought me up short!

“Well, that isn’t exactly true anymore!” Sally had said and smiled at me in a way that jellied my insides. Unmanned me. Was she reading my mind? Careful! Let HER explain herself. We both finished our whiskeys at a gulp!

I cocked my head, shrugged, lifted my eyebrows made an Oh of my mute lips. Silently signaling, Continue, Damn it! Please! Offered her the cheese tray.

“Long or short version, which do you want? Thanks, but no thanks. I can’t eat!” Sally looks amused. I am not! Nodding for her to continue, however way she chooses, I an too scared to speak. Certain my voice will quake.

“In short, I can cure you!” Sally gave me the biggest, toothiest, juiciest, glint sequined, drooling grin I have ever seen! For someone not hungry, she certainly salivating a lot! I offered chips and dip. She refused to eat.

“Or, if you’d really prefer pussy?” She laughed long while hugging herself, mightily self pleased. I laughed a little. It wasn’t funny, yet it was.

But not THAT funny.

Still feeling inhibited to speak, I leaned forward, my elbows out and hands upon my wide knees, ready to push up to a stand. Holding the ready to move pose, I looked at Sally with an expectant expression. Why are we still talking, let’s do it, if it can be done! Urgent expression on my face.

Sally read me correctly.

“First, I need some water!” Sally undulates to her feet while saying this.

Amazing fluid maneuver. Feminine grace at optimum!

With ALS, I need to be economical in movements and study my own action’s efficiency to learn how to be most energy conservative.

Even more pressing matters on my mind, still I admire Sally’s athleticism. Knees together, swiveled to side, shoulders shift breasts weight to other side, arms push up, hips lift, swing, ass shimmy rolls, knees and legs move underneath torso, all straighten. She stands erect in one poetic motion.

“Don’t bother, just rest I’ll fend for myself.” I watched her prance towards the fridge, naked dimpled butt cheeks flexing.

Starting to relax, because she is relaxed, I decide Sally isn’t a mind reader, thank the gods, or she’d flee! Robbing her of her life seems probably unnecessary now, and I’m glad. Imagine my victim offering to help?

It would be sad for Sally to discover I formerly planned to murder her. Her opinion of me has recently become important to me. For reasons, one of which is, I’m dependent upon her good will to cure me! If she can. Another is, I want to continue to appear heroic in Sally’s eyes. Egoistic of me!

“This is the last bottle in the fridge. Shall I reload it for you?”

“There is more on the floor in the department of sins.” I point to the louvered door concealing the utility room, laundry, pantry and gun safe. I have found my voice again. Good! Sally looks incredible. Yeah, incredibly sexy! But I mean, she is looking at me with incredulity. She giggles.

“Department of Sins?” She smirks. Not so clever girl. Every home hides the mops, brooms, products, washing machine, water heater, odds and ends too embarrassing or ugly to display as Haute Decor. Mine includes my gun safe, disguised as an antique HVAC unit. I’ve more sins to hide than most folks!

Sally reloaded the fridge with waters, and heads for the bathroom, draining the chilled bottle of water en-route. I love her dimpled ass cheeks.

Whoah! Love? Don’t go there! Danger Will Robinson!

Sally has returned with a large towel wrapped around her middle, hanging down to her knees. Show’s Over Folks! Sitting herself down, while smoothing out the towel wrinkles on her thighs, she begins.

“I want very much to thank you for rescuing me. Please don’t think I’m ungrateful. I’m truly grateful, and also for you inviting me into your home and caring for me. It was extremely fortunate for me, you came along, the right man, at the right place, at the right time, and a heroic inclination to help me, a girl stranger you know nothing about. Fate, karma, whatever. I want to return the favor, and completely cure you of ALS. I’m confident I can, but truly sorry, I can’t be as altruistic as you are. I’m ashamed, but I need to ask for something extraordinary from you in return. I have to!”

Tears tracks streak Sally’s face and sobs punctuate her words. She stops for breath and to compose herself.

Clearing her throat is unsuccessful, and she dashes for the fridge and more water. In leaving, the damp towel slips and drags and falls to the floor. Its nice to see Sally’s naked bottom again!

Leaning against, propped by one hand on the kitchen counter, Sally tilts her head back, the bottle inverted above her, and takes a long pull. Sets it down and glares at me. Apparently, the kitchen is refuge. The tears are streaming now. She is angry and hurt by something nternal she is thinking.

Nothing I have done or said is responsible. Sally shouts! Aggressive and defensive, pissed off and heartbroken, all at once!

“You think I have a nice butt! There is nothing nice about me! I’m garbage! I’m SHIT! I know men think I have a sexy body. They don’t know me! You don’t now me. You only like what you see. Reality would make you puke!”

Violently, Sally crumples the empty plastic and tosses it in the trash bin. Opening the fridge again, she bends over to rummage inside. Checking all the bottles seeking the coolest. The back alley aspect looks good! Sally has a nice butt whether she accepts it or not.

Upright again, still angrily staring at me, she vehemently twists off the water cap.

‘Only a fool would marry someone like me! Would YOU?” She drinks, while eyeballing me over the bottle top. She fears my reaction.

She challenges me, already anticipating my negative response. Oh Ho Ho! I now understand and inwardly smile. This is what has upset her! This is the price she wants to ask, for the cure. She is certain in advance, the answer will be NO! That assumption makes her angry, hurt, aggressive, defensive, and fearful. And her reason for taking refuge out of range in the kitchen.