Mystery of the Girl In The Polka-Dot Dress
Part I.
It was a hot summer day The breeze felt like a hot blow dryer on Emily's face. She had just taken her seat on the train into NYC peering out the window at the passengers getting on. The train would be loaded with commuters into the city. A tall man in a Brooks Brothers suit sat down next to her. She turned to see his profile. He had dark, thick hair. His cheek bones were high, with a chiseled nose and full lips. He turned to her with the Wall Street Journal tucked under his arm, acknowledging her presence.
"Good morning," he said in a deep baritone voice. He had piercing green eyes and a nice smile which she noticed immediately.
"Good morning" she replied, smiling back.
"By the way, my name is Jeff, what's yours?"
"Emily."
"Nice to meet you, Emily. Do you work in the city?"
He was so good-looking she thought. Then she noticed his wedding ring. Why do I always meet the ones who are taken?-- just my luck.
She stammered--"Well no, I'm a student at the Art Institute, and my major is Interior Decorating. This is my last year."
"Well, let me know when you've graduated. My wife wants to redecorate the house. We have a house on Long Island that needs updating and we're looking for someone to give us some ideas on colors, furniture and stuff like that. Here's my card."
"Thanks. I'll keep you in mind."
He opened his paper to read the stock market quotes. Emily stared out of the window. He looked to be about 35 and probably had a couple of kids.
Emily's long ash-blonde hair was in a pony tail, her blue eyes, dimples, and freckles (which she hated) made her look like a little girl. She was very pretty, tall and had long, tanned legs. She wore a black and white polka-dot sun dress with spaghetti straps and a tailored jacket. Her high heels made her legs look shapely.
Jeff put the paper down and rubbed his eyes. It was early and he still hadn't had coffee yet. He glanced at his watch. They were a good hour away from the city.
"My wife, Jennifer, stays on Long Island with the kids while I spend the week in the apartment in the city. I'm home on weekends. It works out well for us. The kids love the beach."
"Really, how old are the kids?"
"I have twin boys, 10 and 12."
"So what do you do in the city all week?"
"I work at home in the evenings, eat take-out food, sometimes catch an Indie movie or just watch TV."
"Oh." She blushed. He seemed to be distracted and there was a lull in the conversation. Possibly he was thinking of the wife and kids??
He moved closer to her and was rubbing his leg against hers. She felt uncomfortable and moved away. He moved a little closer again and she felt a tingling sensation and allowed him to rub her leg, this time with his hand. He moved a little closer up her dress, and felt her thigh.
"Emily, you have such beautiful legs. You want to know what I'm thinking right now? I'm thinking I'd like to have dinner with you this evening. It's only Monday and I have the whole week ahead. What do you say?"
"I have classes until 4:00, but I'm free after that. Here's my cell phone number. Call me."
"I'll meet you at Grand Central Station around 6:00, then we can have a bite to eat and we'll see what happens after that."
The train rumbled into the station and discharged passengers. What was she thinking? He's married and has kids. Are you crazy? Why didn't you tell him no, and go home this evening like a good little girl? You don't even know this guy. What was going through your head? He said goodbye and went in a different direction, and waved. She waved back.
She got on the subway heading for school. What am I getting myself into? She gazed at the man across from her on the subway. He must be reading my thoughts--she could feel the flushing of her face. She got off the subway and walked up the stairs, crossed the street, and walked 5 blocks to school. She kept thinking of how aroused she was with his hand on her thigh. He's married. Why would he be interested in me--or rather why should I be interested in him?
Part II--to be continued....
It was a hot summer day The breeze felt like a hot blow dryer on Emily's face. She had just taken her seat on the train into NYC peering out the window at the passengers getting on. The train would be loaded with commuters into the city. A tall man in a Brooks Brothers suit sat down next to her. She turned to see his profile. He had dark, thick hair. His cheek bones were high, with a chiseled nose and full lips. He turned to her with the Wall Street Journal tucked under his arm, acknowledging her presence.
"Good morning," he said in a deep baritone voice. He had piercing green eyes and a nice smile which she noticed immediately.
"Good morning" she replied, smiling back.
"By the way, my name is Jeff, what's yours?"
"Emily."
"Nice to meet you, Emily. Do you work in the city?"
He was so good-looking she thought. Then she noticed his wedding ring. Why do I always meet the ones who are taken?-- just my luck.
She stammered--"Well no, I'm a student at the Art Institute, and my major is Interior Decorating. This is my last year."
"Well, let me know when you've graduated. My wife wants to redecorate the house. We have a house on Long Island that needs updating and we're looking for someone to give us some ideas on colors, furniture and stuff like that. Here's my card."
"Thanks. I'll keep you in mind."
He opened his paper to read the stock market quotes. Emily stared out of the window. He looked to be about 35 and probably had a couple of kids.
Emily's long ash-blonde hair was in a pony tail, her blue eyes, dimples, and freckles (which she hated) made her look like a little girl. She was very pretty, tall and had long, tanned legs. She wore a black and white polka-dot sun dress with spaghetti straps and a tailored jacket. Her high heels made her legs look shapely.
Jeff put the paper down and rubbed his eyes. It was early and he still hadn't had coffee yet. He glanced at his watch. They were a good hour away from the city.
"My wife, Jennifer, stays on Long Island with the kids while I spend the week in the apartment in the city. I'm home on weekends. It works out well for us. The kids love the beach."
"Really, how old are the kids?"
"I have twin boys, 10 and 12."
"So what do you do in the city all week?"
"I work at home in the evenings, eat take-out food, sometimes catch an Indie movie or just watch TV."
"Oh." She blushed. He seemed to be distracted and there was a lull in the conversation. Possibly he was thinking of the wife and kids??
He moved closer to her and was rubbing his leg against hers. She felt uncomfortable and moved away. He moved a little closer again and she felt a tingling sensation and allowed him to rub her leg, this time with his hand. He moved a little closer up her dress, and felt her thigh.
"Emily, you have such beautiful legs. You want to know what I'm thinking right now? I'm thinking I'd like to have dinner with you this evening. It's only Monday and I have the whole week ahead. What do you say?"
"I have classes until 4:00, but I'm free after that. Here's my cell phone number. Call me."
"I'll meet you at Grand Central Station around 6:00, then we can have a bite to eat and we'll see what happens after that."
The train rumbled into the station and discharged passengers. What was she thinking? He's married and has kids. Are you crazy? Why didn't you tell him no, and go home this evening like a good little girl? You don't even know this guy. What was going through your head? He said goodbye and went in a different direction, and waved. She waved back.
She got on the subway heading for school. What am I getting myself into? She gazed at the man across from her on the subway. He must be reading my thoughts--she could feel the flushing of her face. She got off the subway and walked up the stairs, crossed the street, and walked 5 blocks to school. She kept thinking of how aroused she was with his hand on her thigh. He's married. Why would he be interested in me--or rather why should I be interested in him?
Part II--to be continued....
