Over the next hour we talked about our life journeys to this point in time. Marcus had been brought up in orphanages as he was abandoned when he was 6months old. It was during these formative years when he was reaching out for friendship to replace the love of a family that he never knew, that his loving nature was misread by some of the people that came into and out of his life. Some of his male friends took that loving nature and wanted to make it theirs. Marcus was touched to think that they saw something in him that they fell in love with, but he gently told them that all he was seeking was friendship. He said to one such friend please don’t say it is me, why do I keep turning guys gay to which his friend said, you have a special gift, a gift of love and life emanates from your very soul, all who meet you, male and female, fall under your spell.
As they were sitting there sharing journeys from their past, the reflection in eyes of the Eiffel Tower made her love him even more. Kathleen was falling under his spell.
Kathleen was married, had been for the past five years, to a man whose only way of making it through life, was through an alcoholic stupor, Kathleen only found this out about him after they were married, her marriage was waning but she had made a commitment just that morning, to her husband, to try again and see what the future held. She knew deep down, that her husband was a kind man that was fighting inner demons, but yet she yearned for the touch of a strong man. Now here she was, not less then twelve hours later, sitting in a sidewalk café, falling in love with a man that she had only just met. Her mind was racing with guilt, her heart was palpitating with expectation and desire for this stranger called Marcus.
Marcus stood up and silently offered his hand as if reading Kathleen’s mind, knowing that she was falling under his spell lead her inside to the tiny dance floor. There was a three-piece band playing slow melodic music, the lights where turned off, 100’s off candles had been lit to give the ambience of romance and love.
He slowly drew Kathleen into his strong arms, drew her head down so that it nestled in the small of his shoulder, draped his hand around her slender waist and drew her closer and closer until their bodies where as one, like fireflies, they danced in the night.
They both became so involved in the moment, their eyes only for each other, feeling their bodies melding together under the influence of the lilting music they did not realize that they were the only couple on the floor. All the other couples were sitting at their tables, smiling back at them with knowing looks, reliving and revisiting their experiences with their partners by watching the moments that were being revealed by Kathleen and Marcus as they discovered their insatiable lust for each other.
As they became aware that they were the focus of everyone’s attention, Kathleen and Marcus sat down in the back booth, far away from prying eyes, they wanted to savior this moment on their own. A bottle of wine with two long stemmed glasses was presented to them both as they sat down, a gift from one of the couples. Kathleen was very thoughtful as she sipped the ruby red wine, she wondered how it ever got to this point.
Marcus was looking into her dark brown eyes shaped like almonds, and his intuition was telling him that Kathleen was struggling with her feelings for him and for her husband. He decided to put his heart on his sleeve and asked Kathleen back to his apartment. They both knew as soon as the words where out there, what this invitation meant.
He stood up and came around behind her, drew her chair for her, placed his cape over her shoulders, clasped her hand in his, and walked out into the crisp fresh air of the early evening. Marcus and Kathleen knew there was no going back now, the anticipation of what the evening ahead held for them both, raced through their bodies.
