--- In describing my "Mrs. Robinson-style" affair with Peggy, I may have made it seem like a headlong rush to mutual accommodation of our respective, though politically incorrect urges. And that may have been fairly accurate, to a degree. But one day Peggy changed all that. I might also add that this is a story I wasn't sure I could tell. But as I've mentioned, I've been thinking about Peggy a lot lately,.. and this episode speaks volumes about the sort of person she was.
--- This was a couple of years into our sly little arrangement,... no emotional entanglement (we liked each other, sure,... but Peggy had a millionaire husband. End of story.) And this was also at a point where I suffered a nasty series of disasters, setbacks, trauma, you-name-it. IRS. Old girlfriend. Death of a loved one. Personal and professional catastrophes as far as the eye could see. And the main way that stuff like this affects me is that I can't sleep,.... can't rest,... can't turn off the anxiety in my head.
--- But I couldn't afford to take any time off work,...... my customers usually had something in writing, eh? Peggy stopped by a project I had going in the neighborhood,.. took one look at me and said, "My God, M.,... you look awful. When was the last time you slept?" It had been a couple of days,... including an all-night vigil in the hospital,... and I told her so.
--- Peggy became very business-like,... firing off orders like a CEO. "You get your ass home right now." was how it started. "I have a meeting to attend,.. but I'll come by as soon as it's over."
--- I started to mention that I might be too tired for any playful encounters, but she shushed me instantly,.... "Don't worry about THAT."
--- Well, it was late afternoon, anyway,... so I got my stuff together and left for the day,.... Peggy and I kissed in the driveway,... and off we went.
--- I got home,... fed my dog,... tossed the stick for him a few times,..ambled around,.. aimless. Peggy pulled into my lane about an hour later,... her Cadillac raising a cloud of dust that would do honor to any Wild-West posse. I kissed her at the door,... and she handed me a brown paper bag from the local deli. She'd brought me a pastrami & swiss,.... and a bottle of wine. "I figured you might not even take the trouble to eat dinner," she said simply,.... then played with the dog while I ate. The minute I swallowed the last bite, she was up and pointing a stern-looking finger at the sofa. "Ok, mister,... you need to sleep."
--- I told Peggy that I didn't think I could fall asleep at that particular moment,... lots on my mind,... nervous,... etc, etc. She said, "Don't worry,... I'll take care of that." I finished my wine and plopped down on the sofa,... Peggy inserting an extra pillow under my head. I rolled over sideways and watched, mystified, as Peggy collected the wine, her own wineglass, cigarettes and a magazine,...placed the collection on the coffee table,.. and then pulled an armchair over directly across from me. She sat in the chair. Her next move was stunning.
--- Peggy lifted her legs,.. dropped her sandals,.. and placed her bare feet directly against my cheek,.. her soft and luxurious soles caressing my face,.. toes playing against my lips - but only for a moment. "Now go to sleep," she instructed. I bit her little toe and she giggled in spite of her take-charge attitude. "None of that," she intoned,.... "SLEEP!"
--- I was reminded of the last scene in the Jimmy Stewart movie, "Harvey,"... the giant invisible rabbit. The little old college professor was describing his ideal state of peace and serenity: It was to be sitting under an apple tree with a lovely young lady,... who held his hand,.. patted it, and said, "There, there. Poor, poor dear."
--- I realized that THIS was the old professor's dream,.... a sofa in place of an apple tree,... Peggy's warm, scrumptious feet on my face in place of the hand-holding,... and I felt suddenly at peace with everything. I was going to fall asleep. "But what are you going to do?" I mumbled to Peggy,... as she refilled her glass..........
--- "I'm going to watch you sleep, of course." I drifted off kissing her soles,.... The next day was a lot better.
--- This was a couple of years into our sly little arrangement,... no emotional entanglement (we liked each other, sure,... but Peggy had a millionaire husband. End of story.) And this was also at a point where I suffered a nasty series of disasters, setbacks, trauma, you-name-it. IRS. Old girlfriend. Death of a loved one. Personal and professional catastrophes as far as the eye could see. And the main way that stuff like this affects me is that I can't sleep,.... can't rest,... can't turn off the anxiety in my head.
--- But I couldn't afford to take any time off work,...... my customers usually had something in writing, eh? Peggy stopped by a project I had going in the neighborhood,.. took one look at me and said, "My God, M.,... you look awful. When was the last time you slept?" It had been a couple of days,... including an all-night vigil in the hospital,... and I told her so.
--- Peggy became very business-like,... firing off orders like a CEO. "You get your ass home right now." was how it started. "I have a meeting to attend,.. but I'll come by as soon as it's over."
--- I started to mention that I might be too tired for any playful encounters, but she shushed me instantly,.... "Don't worry about THAT."
--- Well, it was late afternoon, anyway,... so I got my stuff together and left for the day,.... Peggy and I kissed in the driveway,... and off we went.
--- I got home,... fed my dog,... tossed the stick for him a few times,..ambled around,.. aimless. Peggy pulled into my lane about an hour later,... her Cadillac raising a cloud of dust that would do honor to any Wild-West posse. I kissed her at the door,... and she handed me a brown paper bag from the local deli. She'd brought me a pastrami & swiss,.... and a bottle of wine. "I figured you might not even take the trouble to eat dinner," she said simply,.... then played with the dog while I ate. The minute I swallowed the last bite, she was up and pointing a stern-looking finger at the sofa. "Ok, mister,... you need to sleep."
--- I told Peggy that I didn't think I could fall asleep at that particular moment,... lots on my mind,... nervous,... etc, etc. She said, "Don't worry,... I'll take care of that." I finished my wine and plopped down on the sofa,... Peggy inserting an extra pillow under my head. I rolled over sideways and watched, mystified, as Peggy collected the wine, her own wineglass, cigarettes and a magazine,...placed the collection on the coffee table,.. and then pulled an armchair over directly across from me. She sat in the chair. Her next move was stunning.
--- Peggy lifted her legs,.. dropped her sandals,.. and placed her bare feet directly against my cheek,.. her soft and luxurious soles caressing my face,.. toes playing against my lips - but only for a moment. "Now go to sleep," she instructed. I bit her little toe and she giggled in spite of her take-charge attitude. "None of that," she intoned,.... "SLEEP!"
--- I was reminded of the last scene in the Jimmy Stewart movie, "Harvey,"... the giant invisible rabbit. The little old college professor was describing his ideal state of peace and serenity: It was to be sitting under an apple tree with a lovely young lady,... who held his hand,.. patted it, and said, "There, there. Poor, poor dear."
--- I realized that THIS was the old professor's dream,.... a sofa in place of an apple tree,... Peggy's warm, scrumptious feet on my face in place of the hand-holding,... and I felt suddenly at peace with everything. I was going to fall asleep. "But what are you going to do?" I mumbled to Peggy,... as she refilled her glass..........
--- "I'm going to watch you sleep, of course." I drifted off kissing her soles,.... The next day was a lot better.
- it just shows you care!
