Leslie, Part 2

Subject:	Leslie - Part 2
From:	anonauthor@aol.com (ANONAUTHOR)
Date:	19 Jun 1996 06:46:44 -0400

Leslie looked more beautiful than ever in my eyes that day as she
continued to smoke that cigarette.  I was totally transfixed upon her
every move, her every breath, her every puff and her every exhale.  Did
she notice me I wondered, was she secretly watching me watch her from
behind those Ray Ban Wayfarer sunglasses.  I hoped not, yet I hoped so.  I
didn't know what I hoped for.  I felt things that I had never felt before,
I was so confused yet so happy.

I watched her for what seemed like hours although according to my watch it
was only about eight minutes.  I hung on her every puff and almost sighed
with her every exhale.  I never wanted so much in my life to be with
somebody, with her I mean.
When her cigarette had been exhausted she gracefully patted it out upon
the concrete and with one swift flick threw it over the privacy fence
behind her.    I watched the cigarette sail over the fence and tried to
gauge in my mind where it would land.  Then slowly she exhaled her final
stream of the gray smoke, her lips open ever so slightly, the smoke
focused into a narrow yet steady stream and then it slowly blew away in
the light breeze.  I sat there blown away myself, I couldn't take my mind
off of her and how beautiful she looked.  I wanted to get to know her
better but now I felt very immature.  I felt like a child who was looking
at a lady.  How had she become so sophisticated in the last ten minutes
and I become so young.  She and I were the same age I told myself over and
over in my mind, trying to convince myself.  It didn't matter I couldn't
get the image of her smoking out of my mind, and each time I replayed it
in my head I felt that much younger and thought she was that much older. 
Smoking is an adult thing I reasoned,  maybe she wasn't fifteen, maybe was
twenty and posing as a child at my school.  No I thought I am being crazy,
of course she is fifteen she and I have went to school together for years.


Finally curiousity won out with me and I just had to know more about her. 
I couldn't ask I thought, so I would do it the old fashioned way, behind
her back.  I waited for my throbbing blood filled extremity to subside and
then I got up from my chair.  I slowly walked toward the exit gate which
would take me right past her lawn chair.  She was laid back soaking up the
suns rays and didn't even notice me.  As I strolled by her chair I tried
to not look obvious as I glanced at the brown cigarette case.  It was
beautiful I thought to myself, but it was closed and held together tightly
by it's two metallic clasps.  Those clasps reflected brightly in the sun
and I so wished they were open.  As I passed her I focused on the exit
gate.  I walked through and stopped only briefly to get my hand stamped so
that I could re-enter.  I walked out and made a quick right hand turn
walking to the area where I had gauged the cigarette butt would have
landed.  I couldn't believe it there were at least twenty cigarette butts
in the general area.  Many were all white like the one Leslie had smoked
and several of them also looked very fresh.  Which one was it I wondered
to myself, I wanted to know, I needed to know, I..., I wasn't going to be
able to find out. There were just too many to tell.  I didn't know one
brand from another but for some reason I felt that it was important to
know which brand she smoked.  Did I really need to know, Not really I told
myself.  Did I really want to know, Yes I told myself.  How could I find
out, there had to be a way.  I could ask her I thought.  No that would be
dumb.  What if she wanted to know why I wanted to know, what could I tell
her then.  Or even worse what if she offered me one, then what would I do.
 I suddenly had a grin on my face, I would smoke it if she offered that's
what I would do.  But I didn't even know how to smoke my conscious
reminded me.  That would look real funny especially to Leslie after seeing
how elegantly, how sophisticated, how demure she had looked.  I knew that
if I tried to smoke in front of her that she would see right through me. 
I quickly put aside the thought of smoking with that in mind, and slowly
walked back into the pool.  I must have looked like a whipped puppy, in
contrast to how eagerly I left the pool thinking I was going to find out
the brand.  I walked back in and across in front of Leslie almost not even
noticing her now.  As I walked past her I heard a voice, was it in my
head, no it's real I told myself.  It said my name, whose voice is it, it
sounds like a girls, then I looked over at Leslie.  She was sitting up in
her chair now.  She was reapplying another protective coating of the sun
block she had with her.  She was speaking to me, I was as tense as a
frozen icesicle.  I didn't say anything, I just stared at her.  She was so
beautiful, so tanned and so toned.  Then again the voice, "Hi Jeff".  She
was talking to me, what should I say, om, om, 
"Oh hi Leslie".  Then she talked again, "I've never seen you here before
today", I said, "yeah, I don't come very often, actually this is my first
time here this summer," I uttered quietly.  Then she talked again, " I
come a couple times a week" she said firmly.  "Usually Mondays, Wednesday
and Fridays", she continued.  I was getting real timid now, I wanted to
talk to her but I was running out of things to say.  I quickly said, "I
plan on coming more also".  She said, "Great I will see ya around, she
pronounced as I was already making my way back toward my lawn chair.  

I quickly took up my seat again cursing myself in my mind for not saying
more.  She must think I'm a real rocket scientist I thought to myself. 
Why didn't I say more,  why didn't I ask if she was alone.  I don't know. 
I just sat there for awhile and then decided to go join my buddies and
swim or splash around for awhile.  Besides it was getting hot, both the
sun and Me!  A nice cool swim was just what the doctor ordered.  I felt
refreshed and cleansed of all my thoughts.  This was the first time in
nearly a half hour since I watched her smoke that I actually thought of
anything besides her smoking.  Funny how the water works that way, it has
this effect on you, making you concentrate on not drowning.  I did
occasionally glance up Leslie's way hoping to catch a glimpse of her
smoking again.  I didn't see her smoking though, she was just lieing
there. 
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