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"They'd have to know you pretty well already though."
"I recommend you see just one of them -- Josh's preamble. Then destroy them."
"Can I see them all? No. No, let me think about this," spoken as she realized there were consequences whatever she did.
"Wait here. Back in five." Andrea dashed off upstairs.
Peter sat down in the living room, his mind with Andrea wondering how she was really doing. After about ten minutes Peter looked at his watch and resolved to give her another five minutes. Then he gave her another five minutes. When Andrea had not shown up, he climbed half-way up the stairs and called out, "You OK?" There was no reply. He climbed to the top of the stairs and repeated his question.
"In here. First door on the right."
Peter saw Andrea was sitting on the bed dressed in her running gear. She sat hunched over with her elbows on her knees, her clenched fists on either side of her head. As she turned to face Peter, he could see a determined look on her face that he knew she had arrived at a firm decision.
"I've decided. I want to see all the files, but I am not sure how I will react to them. Tomorrow is a school day so that's out. Let's have a movie night on Saturday. I'll pick you up about six-thirty. I have to see my dad at the care home earlier. Agreed?" Andrea was almost curt in her delivery.
"OK." Peter could see no point in arguing.
"It's decided then. I'm going for a run. Leave the thumb drive on the side." Running relieved Andrea's stress. Peter left the envelope on the hall table.
As they both left, Andrea threw a comment off over her shoulder. Peter thought he saw a smile. "Oh, by the way don't forget your toothbrush." Before he had time to answer Andrea was twenty yards down the road.
As the week wore on Peter's mood swung between anxious and erotically charged. He planned the evening and stocked up to meet the possible needs, although he had no idea how the evening would play out. On Friday he knew he was ready for anything, until he received a phone call.
"Peter, I'm not sure how to say this so I'll come straight out with it -- I cannot make it tomorrow night. I'd totally forgotten a dinner invitation from a very good girlfriend of mine. It was made over a month ago and had totally slipped my mind with everything else going on. She called a few minutes ago to confirm. I just cannot duck this one. Sorry. Can we delay for one week? I have checked and I am very definitely OK for then." The words just poured out of Andrea's mouth.
Peter initially had a desperate sinking feeling, and thought, "Shit. Shit. Shit." But he was not totally thrown. This had happened once before years earlier. "Andrea. I can't say I'm not disappointed, but it sounds as if you do have to go to the dinner party. Let's reschedule for the following Saturday, the seventh I think it is." Peter was always accommodating toward Andrea.
"You're such a darling. I'll make it up to you. Promise. See you on the seventh. Same arrangement, I'll pick you up around six-thirty." She knew what to say. Peter's loins gave a jolt.
"Gotta go -- grading to finish." Andrea hung up.
Peter felt strangely energized for the whole of the weekend and the week. He once observed in himself how much he enjoyed the anticipation. He ran through dozens of scenarios from the quite prudish to the most wanton fucking -- although he seriously doubted his ability to perform. It was all fantasy.
Peter was ready. He's been shopping earlier. A good Merlot, the best Brie he could find, with crackers, and the chocolate cream pastries carefully boxed by the store sat over his toiletry bag and some electronic gear in a supermarket bag. He took his laptop in its separate case. He was good to go.
As he entered her house, Andrea immediately excused herself with a "I'll be right down" and went upstairs.
Peter unscrewed the wine and placed it on the bench. The pastries went in the fridge. He opened the cheese and arranged the crackers around on a plate. He wasn't sure it would work, but Peter connected his AppleTV unit to the TV with a cable he had brought. Peter was agreeable surprised AirPlay worked, and he could show whatever was on his computer on the TV screen. Due to his preoccupation with his preparations, at first Peter did not notice the heat in the house, but when he felt that he was almost sweating he checked the thermostat and saw the heat had been turned up to nearly eighty degrees. He almost turned it down but thought better of it.
Andrea appeared. Peter immediately saw how she had dressed. Peter's eyes latched on Andrea. She had the white sleeveless blouse, slim line skirt, and black stockings. He could not help to look her up and down. "Wow. Nice." Peter then thought to himself "pink bra and white panties on underneath". The evening was beginning to take a constructive shape. His excitement grew.
Peter was suddenly disorientated. A figure emerged from the shadows behind Andrea.
"Meet Josh."
As Andrea saw the tears well up in Peter's eyes her heart sank lower than she could ever remember. She knew she had just betrayed her oldest friend.
... Satisfaction continues in Part 4 to follow
