The Girl Of My Dreams

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Tomcatfive
Tomcatfive
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I found an old tee shirt to dry her feet with as she explained, "No, but I was getting pretty warm skiing and I was sweating a little. And then when the flurries started I managed to go off the trail and got half buried in snow. I had it under my jacket and everything! By the time I managed to fight my way back to the slope my boots were full of snow. I tried to dig it out, but I guess a lot melted inside. I didn't realize until now how wet I am. But the crash was really why I quit and started home. I figured the snow wasn't going to let up. I had fleece lined boots to put on and I thought they would keep my feet warm. But now they're wet and feel like ice!"

By then we were both shivering and she sat back next to me, barely touching, as I spread the blanket over us both. She pulled her feet up under her and in couple of minutes said quietly, "Thank you Robbie, my feet are much better now. I can even feel my toes!" And after a pause, "I'm sorry I acted so ... but I really feel very vulnerable sometimes. Maybe because, like you said, I'm so small and I feel defenseless. But it's stupid when someone is just trying to help!" And I felt her shift just a tiny bit closer to me.

The ice was broken now and we talked quietly. I told her I thought the road must have been closed, but I guessed they would come through and plow it in the morning. I hoped. And I told her how I had hung around the ski area for a while, thinking the snow might let up, but finally decided I better get on the road. Then I told her how dumb I felt for having taken this road in those conditions.

"I guess I wasn't thinking real clearly. Sitting around the lodge for a couple of hours got me thinking of my wife and I got in a real funk. We used to ski together, and I just couldn't shake her memory. Going up there was a really bad idea and I should have known better. But I had to try. I'll never forget her; I don't want to, but I keep looking for something to occupy me and let me go on with my life." I stopped, realizing I'd already said way too much. "I'm sorry Kate, this is hardly the time and place to bother you with my problems."

As seemed to be her way, she was silent for a moment, as if thinking through what I'd said and maybe, what she should say. "Oh Rob, its okay! This is a good time and place to talk. It keeps our minds off where we are. But ... do you mind? Robbie, what happened to her?"

It was my turn to think about what to say. I never discussed my Katie with anyone. Just because it hurt too much. But I owed her an answer. "It's so simple it doesn't sound true. She gave me a little kiss and went shopping one evening. And she got run over in the mall parking lot. She died almost instantly. I never had a chance to even say good bye!" Suddenly tears streamed from my eyes. "Oh god, I loved her so much!" I gasped. "And I still do!"

I put my hands over my eyes and began to bawl, sobbing so hard my whole body was shuddering. Kate was quiet again for a moment. Then suddenly she clamped her arms around me as hard as she could, squeezing me tight, her head against my shoulder. And she was rocking back and forth just a little, forcing me to move with her. "Oh god Robbie! I'm so sorry ... I didn't know! Please forgive me for asking about it. I was just being nosy and stupid!"

But somehow, the contact with another human being and her soft, concerned voice had an effect on me. I calmed, bit by bit, until I was just sniffling. And I knew I had to buck it up for her sake. Finally she loosened her grip on me and pulled away just a bit. And I found couple of paper napkins to wipe my face. I looked at her with a little smile and said, "I'm sorry, but you can see I still get emotional very easy. The wound is still pretty raw."

I was still breathing hard, chest heaving, but I told her, "It's not your fault at all. I guess you can see I haven't gotten over it yet, not even close. This has just been a bad day, first at the lodge and now here. Usually I manage to push it to the back of my mind and just go on. But every once in a while I can't keep it back. I'm so sorry you had to see that!"

I realized I was shivering, and it wasn't just emotion. It was getting really cold again. I forced myself to peel off the blanket long enough to lean forward and start the car. And when I leaned back she threw my half of the blanket over me again. Then she put one arm across my chest and leaned against me, giving me both warmth and comfort. In no time I felt much better, almost at peace, and I began to feel drowsy, but I forced myself to stay awake until the car was warm, then shut it off. And when we got wrapped up in the blanket again both of us soon fell asleep.

When I woke again my cheeks were cold, and I realized it had been a while. I managed to get my watch free long enough to see that it was after 1 AM. I didn't move for a minute because I didn't want to disturb her, since she was obviously still asleep. Actually, the only part of me that was warm was where she was leaning against me.

But after a few minutes she sighed, and for a moment the arm she'd thrown across my chest tightened its grip. But then her head lifted and she pulled away. I whispered, "Are you okay Kate?"

In a few moments she replied, "Yes, just a little chilly. Except where I was touching you. That's nice and warm. But it seems really cold in here now!"

The heat had partially melted off the windows earlier, and I looked out, then said, "It's cleared off. Sometimes the temperature drops fast in these hills on a clear night. I'm afraid it's well below zero outside now. We really have to try and keep warm!"

And I shivered as I leaned forward to start the car again. The engine had cooled and it took a long time before we started getting heat, so we just sat huddled together, waiting. And I felt her pressing against my side as hard as she could. I realized she finally trusted me. But eventually the car warmed again and it felt good just being snuggled under the covers, even though she was just a stranger in need. So was I, to her. And as the chill went away we both relaxed, the heat making us drowsy again.

I woke with a start, sensing something wasn't right. It was very hot in the car and the dash lights were on. But it wasn't running. We were out of gas! "Oh CRAP!" I muttered under my breath. The dash clock said it was just after 2 AM. It was a long time till daybreak and even longer before it warmed up much. We had to be serious about keeping warm. Kate's arm was still across my chest and I shook it lightly, feeling we needed to talk about it. She sighed a little, then stirred as she woke slowly. I let her have a minute.

But she said, "Wow, it's hot in here!" A long pause. "What is it Rob?"

I had to tell her the bad news straight out. "We both fell asleep and left the engine running. And now we're out of gas. And we need to talk about how we're going to keep warm between now and morning."

Her reply was a long sad, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," and I was afraid she was going to cry. But she said, "What can we do that we haven't done?"

"Well for starters, you said your clothes were wet, are they still?"

"My pants seem to have dried, but my shirt still feels soggy. From the snow under my parka I guess. I don't think the parka is wet, but the shirt makes me feel a little chilly."

"I have a sweatshirt you can put on while it's still warm in here. Over your shirt if you want to. It's at least four sizes too big for you but there's plenty of material to keep you warm." The usual silence. And then she pushed up from the seat and started tugging at the parka.

It was a little awkward, sitting there, and I helped until and we got it off of her. I grabbed the sweatshirt and handed it to her. She looked at me for a moment, considering I guess.

"If you don't mind, I'll take the shirt off and just put on the sweatshirt. I think it will be warmer that way."

"Of course, if you want," I said. "I promise I'll look the other way."

But she surprised me. "I think you may have to help. It's so wet it feels like it's sticking to me." I knew the feeling, like a wet t-shirt, and when I touched it I realized it was soaked. Something made of heavy cotton. Worst possible thing for skiing. She started tugging on it and sure enough, it hardly budged. I reached for the hem and gently pulled it up her back, trying not to touch her, but of course my fingers scraped lightly a few times. It didn't seem to faze her. She understood this was serious and that I was too.

She tossed it in the corner and grabbed the sweat and pulled it on. She kind of got lost and I had to pull it down over her head. Her hands weren't much help because the sleeves were six inches too long. But she finally got it adjusted and turned to me with a big smile.

"This feels so good! We should have done this hours ago!"

I just smiled back, but I knew that for a long while she wouldn't have considered it with me there. But I had a couple of other ideas. I got my parka, figuring we could use it as a second blanket, As long as she didn't mind being really close. And I found more socks so we could each put on another pair. Her boots were wet and so were mine, so it was better if we just left them off.

By the time we were done it was already starting to cool down a bit, so I snapped off the ignition and darkness enveloped us again. She put her parka back on and was ready to cover up, but I had one more thing for each of us. Two knit wool caps that we could pull down low on our heads. And beyond that it was up to our bodies and us.

We moved close together again and I opened the parka and spread it over us, then we worked together to get the blanket in place. And once again she put an arm across me and her head against my shoulder. For a while it was actually a little warm, but before long I could feel the cold seeping in, especially on my face. She had one of my arms pinned, but I used the other to pull the cap down and the blanket up over my chin.

And suddenly I heard her faint little voice, "Me too, please."

I realized she couldn't move either arm without dislodging the covers, so I pulled her cap down and the blanket up until only her eyes and nose were showing. "Thanks," she said drowsily, and wiggled a little to snuggle closer and tighten her grip on me.

And before long we drifted off again.

This time, when I woke, it was because my ears were burning. Really. From the cold. I guessed it must have been well after 4, although I wasn't about to look. And it must have been almost as cold inside as out. The moon was out now, and with the light streaming in the windows I could see a lot better. Well enough to watch the steam rising from my breath.

Then I felt her shudder. "Kate? Okay?"

"Yes ... I think so," came the reply from under the blanket. "But I'm starting to get cold. And I'm scared!"

Dammit! I was afraid of that. But I couldn't blame her. I wasn't really sure how this was going to turn out either. I just knew we seemed to have done everything we could. But then she surprised me.

"Robbie? Do you mind if I try something? The only part of me that's warm is pressed against you. Could we try to get a little closer?"

Of course I didn't mind. She was right, she felt warm too. But I had no idea what she wanted to do.

"Of course honey, if it's okay with you get as close as you can get. The only thing that matters now is that we make it a few more hours."

But she amazed me when, staying under the covers, she managed to slide both hands up to my shoulders, then pulled and tugged until her head was up by my neck. And then she wiggled and squirmed until she was practically in my lap, the entire front of her body pressed against me and her knees straddling me. She was so tiny it was no problem, and almost at once it felt good. I could feel her warmth, and I hoped she could feel mine.

But then she whispered in my ear, "Robbie, hold on to me!"

At first I was shocked. But then I realized there was nothing romantic about this. She wanted my arms around her for their warmth and to pull us closer together. Now she was a trooper, not worrying about modesty or appearance, but thinking of what our best chance was. And she was right. When I did as she asked she whispered against my neck, "Thanks, that feels better." Silence again. Then, "I'm so glad I'm with you! I would have died if I'd been stuck here alone. But we're going to make it!" And she lifted her head just enough to kiss me softly on the cheek, before burrowing back under the covers.

What could I do? I pressed my cheek against the top of her head, and without thinking, began to rub my hands slowly up and down her back. And her appreciative sigh told me it felt good. We'd reached the limit of what we could do and what was human had taken over.

Before long she was breathing deeply again, asleep. But it took me a while longer. I tried to be brave and sure for Kate, but the fact is I was a little scared too. What if no one came tomorrow? Suppose it snowed again? I didn't know about her, but no one even knew I was up here. Only the people in my office would know I was even missing.

Nevertheless, I finally drifted off again, and soon had one of my sweet dreams about Katie. My Katie. They were a bright spot in my life. Always about when times were at their best, and often sexy and exciting. When I awoke the dream hadn't quite drifted away, and when I felt Kate's weight pressing on my body, for just a moment ...

It passed, but I felt comfortable, peaceful, serene, almost happy, until reality began to fight its way back in. But I felt something else too. There was a bulge in my pants right under Kate's thigh. I knew it was from the dream and its wonderful promise, but I wondered if this situation was contributing to it. And I was so afraid she might notice. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I had ideas I had no right to.

And then I heard her voice. "Robbie, are you awake?"

Struggling to focus I said, "Yeah, I am now. I had such a nice dream I didn't want to wake up. Kind of strange to have it here, but it helped."

She giggled and said, "If that's what I think it is, I can tell!"

God I was embarrassed. I fumbled, "Oh Kate, I'm so sorry! I hope you don't think ..."

But she interrupted me. "No, no, it's okay! I'm sure I know what you were dreaming about, and if it helps that's what's important. Now, open your eyes!"

I'd had them clamped shut, and when I finally relaxed and blinked I saw light! Not real daylight yet but we could see our surroundings. Hopefully our long night would end before too long. When I moved a little, trying to restore circulation, she slipped off of me, staying close for warmth. It was absolutely frigid, outside and in.

I started to take my arms away but she said, "No, please don't. It feels warm. And Nice! If I helped make your dream a little more pleasant, I'm glad. It feels good to be close to someone. I hope it does for you too." And she looked up at me through the little slit in the blanket. "I know you need it Rob. And you deserve it. You must have been a wonderful husband. I know you have been protecting me all night, and you don't even know me."

Without thinking I leaned down, pushed the blanket back far enough with my nose, and gave her a little kiss on the forehead. "Thank you Kate. I really needed that. Yes it does feel good." And I got a smile in reply.

It was rapidly getting lighter, and there is something about daylight that made us feel better even though the temperature hadn't changed a bit. I remembered that I had some cookies and candy bars on the front seat that I'd saved for the trip home, and I dove out of the coverings long enough to grab them. And we quickly devoured every scrap and crumb. And as we were finishing them off I heard the rumbling.

We both did. It sounded like it was coming the same way we had, and we both strained to look up the hill. And soon, a plow! Complete with wing and blasting snow over the guard rail. And behind it two more. The first two were clearing both sides of the road and the third spreading sand. Kate and I hugged each other, struggled to get our boots on our feet, then quickly jumped out of the car, arms waving.

They obviously knew about the ice and came down very slowly, stopping well above us. And the two men in the first truck came down to meet us. It was really cold out there, the car had been warm in comparison, but we hardly noticed. When I told them we were out of gas and showed them how my car was stuck on the guard rail one man went back and called the others. One brought down a gas can and then all six got behind my car and actually lifted till it was loose, as I steered and manned the brakes.

They told us the road had been closed at both ends because someone had made it through and reported the ice before the snow really got started. Kate had come through North Adams much earlier, and somehow, I had slipped through just before they blocked it off. They thought the state police had checked the road. One of the men said with a grin, "By the way, in North Adams the temperature was 22 below when we left." Kate and I looked at each other, realizing how fortunate we'd been. I could feel the inside of my nose freezing with every breath.

We dumped the five gallons into my tank. They asked about Katie's car and we opened the hood and had a conference but it still wouldn't start, so we pushed it a bit till it was safe on the side of the road and I told her I'd take her to a garage so she could get a tow. They suggested a garage and we gave them our heartfelt thanks, and with a wave the convoy was off again, opening the road for us.

As we headed slowly down the hill, following the plows, we were both quiet at first. The heater was soon blasting out hot air and we finally stopped shivering. After our ordeal I felt close to her somehow. She was a lot braver than I'd expected, and although I'd probably have made it without her, she helped a lot, providing her warmth and just being there. Finally she said, "What should I do about the car?"

"Do you have to be back for work or something?" I asked, realizing I still knew nothing about her. I also remembered that I was supposed to be going in to work and needed to call as soon as possible after the company opened. There was no way I could make it in that day.

"I do," she said, "but I sort of make my own hours so I'll be ok, but I need to call and let them know."

"Well even if they go for it right away it will take them quite a while to tow the car back. And who knows what it will take to fix it. I think it's driveable even with the dent if they can get it running. But that might take all day or longer. So if you need the car you might have to stay in town until they get to it. But if you can make out at home without it I can take you with me. After all, we're neighbors!" I said the last with a smile and got one back in reply.

In Charlemont we found the garage the plow guys had mentioned, but they said there was no way they could fix the car in less than a couple of days, even if it was simple. So she handed them the keys and turned to me. "If you don't mind I'd really like to ride home with you."

And I suddenly realized I'd been holding my breath, hoping she'd say that. I just didn't want to say good bye so soon. On the long drive home she surprised me when she said she was 24, and she worked for a research lab. She had a master's degree in bio-chemistry, and planned to get a PhD when she could afford it. And I smiled at her enthusiasm as she told me about the project she was working on.

Of course I told her about my job in the IT department at the insurance company in Hartford, not nearly so interesting, but she stopped me suddenly when I told her where. "Rob, that's right around the corner from the lab I work at!" She hesitated, but then asked, "Do you think maybe you could give me a ride to work until my car's fixed?"

Tomcatfive
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