Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)
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				Title: <strong>Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 21:19:25</strong>
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				Time heals all wounds, even as it wounds all heels.<br><br>He had been gone for eighteen years and change, and the sharp, aching, empty pain had long since faded to a dull hollowness at the core of her being: some of that was simple habit--she still wore her wedding ring, hadn't dated, hadn't really moved on to the well-meaning disappointment of her relatives.&nbsp; Her in-laws had been distantly supportive, at first, but since she'd never been good enough for their Martin in the first place, they seemed more embarrassed by than appreciative of her continued mourning.<br><br>They had married young, straight out of college, and for a few brief, happy years everything had been sunshine and roses and promises of many wonderful years to come.&nbsp; He had gone to work as a researcher at a local tech company, and she had her first serious research papers picked up to high praise from peer reviewers.&nbsp; They had even considered children...and on their seventh anniversary, he had finally offered to quit, to become a house husband so that she could pursue her career in academics without worrying about the kids.<br><br>The next morning, a&nbsp; Saturday, he'd been called in to work.&nbsp; He'd kissed her goodbye, whispered promises about making it up to her later that echoed in memory with erotic promise, and driven away.<br><br>It was the first time, the only time, he ever broke a promise: there was a lab accident, they said.&nbsp; The company granted her his full pension, the life insurance paid up, the apologies were profuse and sincere.&nbsp; The worst of them came from another man, his closest associate, who ended up with a case of survivor's guilt that still hadn't eased up all these years later.&nbsp; He and his wife became her best friends, her pillars, her anchors: the three of them were bound by Martin's absence, drawn close by the pain and loss.&nbsp; Even after they divorced, Forrest and Gloria found that Catherine was a common bond for them--they still met for supper, still talked, remained friends in spite of it all.<br><br>Cat no longer wore black all the time, and she no longer visited Martin's grave every month, but two or three times a year she and Forrest and Gloria would meet for coffee and then visit the graveyard: she, to talk to Martin, and they, to keep an eye on her and make sure she got home again afterwards.<br><br>Today was different.&nbsp; She had decided to come visit on her own, just because.&nbsp; It was cold and foggy and miserable, so it seemed an appropriate day to do so.&nbsp; As she walked through the cemetery, mulling over how odd it felt to be by herself on this pilgrimage, she noticed the other figure...<br><br>Drawing closer, she noticed that the other was standing in front of Martin's headstone...surplus Army jacket, ragged jeans, a wool knit cap pulled down almost to the turned-up collar.&nbsp; Beside the slight form, she saw an Army-style duffel bag...a flash of chocolate brown as the figure lifted a hip flask in silent salute to the headstone and drank.<br><br>At the last moment, the figure turned to face her: dark skin, delicate features, definitely Indian or Pakistani.&nbsp; A girl?&nbsp; And she smiled, eyes lighting up as she seemed to recognize Catherine.<br><br>"Kitty?&nbsp; Is that you, babe?"<br><br>The old nickname, the endearment...the one Martin only ever used in bed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caress</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 00:33:03</strong>
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				Martin had been on Cat's mind quite a bit lately particularly on that gloomy day. She remembered how on days just like this one they would stay in bed for hours and he would hold her and make her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Unable to get her late husband out of her mind, she had gotten into her car and driven to the flower shop and then to the cemetery. <br><br>It had been years since his death and despite everyone's advice to <em> "get over it!" </em> Cat simply couldn't move on. It felt wrong, and besides her heart belonged to only him. she wiped the tears that threatened to fall and gathered the flowers from the passenger seat, she gets out of her car and walked down the grassy path towards her Martin's grave. <br>As she approached his grave she was surprised that someone had beaten her there. She didn't recognize the girl and she seemed too young to have been one of Martin's friends. <br><em> "Kitty? Is that you, babe?" </em> the voice echoed in her head. <em>Kitty?</em> No one had called her that since... <br><br>Cat eyed the girl again trying to place her, she was sure she had never seen her before in her life. Yet there she stood near her husband's grave, speaking to her in the way that he used to. <br>"Do I know you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 01:37:55</strong>
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				The girl shook her head and laughed softly, one hand coming up to rub the back of her neck.<br><br>"Yeah, about that...you wouldn't believe me."<br><br>She took another long pull off of the flask, coughed twice, and glanced at the headstone.<br><br>"Since you're here, mind if I make a slight adjustment to this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caress</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 04:27:01</strong>
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				"Why don't you try me?" she said curious at who the girl could be. <br><br>Cat places the bouquet she held on the headstone to replace the now wilted ones. <br><br>"An adjustment to-- " she follows the girl's gaze. "Of course I mind! I'm not giving you permission to touch my husband's headstone." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 04:28:51</strong>
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				"It's just that they got something wrong."<br><br>The girl backed off a little to let her lay down the flowers.<br><br>"Y'know, I've had twelve years to prepare for this, and of all the things I imagined, this isn't one of them.&nbsp; Guess I just had good timing.&nbsp; Or bad timing.&nbsp; Ask me something only Marty knew."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caress</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 04:49:10</strong>
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				She eyes the headstone not comprehending. She didn't find anything wrong with it. <br><br>"What in the world are you babbling on about?" Cat asked more than a little irritated. This girl was cutting in on her time alone with her husband. "If you're trying to pull some kind of prank I am not amused."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 05:08:16</strong>
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				"No prank.&nbsp; So help me, I wish it was, but it isn't."<br><br>The girl rubbed her neck again.<br><br>"This <em>really</em> isn't the way I wanted to do things, I swear."&nbsp; She paused for a moment.&nbsp; "I was going to call later, maybe meet somewhere less charged, try to talk...and then I got this mad whim to come pay my respects.&nbsp; Just because.&nbsp; And here you are, and here I am."<br><br>She took a deep breath.<br><br>"We met in class.&nbsp; I was there because I needed the elective, and you were there because you loved the subject and had an avid interest.&nbsp; We ended up sitting together by accident, only to be stuck because Professor Danvers insisted on a seating chart.&nbsp; The second week you forgot your notebook.&nbsp; I loaned you three sheets of paper and joked that you'd owe me one later.&nbsp; We ended up going for coffee a week later...and I took almost too long to realize how lucky I had gotten, all because of three sheets of college ruled notebook paper."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caress</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 02:28:21</strong>
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				She glared at the younger girl. "If this isn't a prank....?" <br><br>Funny, she had felt drawn to her husband's grave today herself. Martin once told her that he would always find a way back to her, was this what he'd meant? Surely not!<br><br>As the girl spoke, Kitty Cat's eyes widened in disbelief <em>Could it be?</em> "M-Marty...?" She raises a tentative hand towards her only to drop it moments later. "Marty must have told that story so many times. Look.. if you don't mind!" She said hoping she would be left alone, although something inside her begged her to hear the girl out, but how crazy would one have to be to believe such a story. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 02:40:31</strong>
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				The girl smiled, tears welling up in her eyes.<br><br>"Yeah, Kitty, it's me.&nbsp; I spell it with an 'i' these days, and my second set of parents don't fucking get it, but it's me.&nbsp; Mostly me."<br><br>She turned to look at the headstone again.<br><br>"Maybe you'd like something more intimate, something nobody else would know at all.&nbsp; Like the time you got yourself off in the shower, and I didn't come in and join you because I was afraid you'd stop...and pretended to be asleep when you came out so that you wouldn't be embarrassed.&nbsp; And I never told you how incredibly erotic I found that idea.&nbsp; You, naked, making yourself beautiful..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caress</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 00:34:56</strong>
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				Never before had she felt so embarrassed. "What?? I--" she said ready to deny it her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. There was no way she could have known that unless she indeed was Marty.. her Marty. "I can't believe this..!" Before she could talk herself out of it she pulled the girl into her arms and hugged her tightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Erase and Rewind (Caress/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 00:40:03</strong>
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				The girl sighed happily.<br><br>"You believe me, then?&nbsp; I was kind of expecting a fight...plus, uhm, as I recall, you were kind of straight..."<br><br>Still, her arms slipped around Cat's waist, her hands dipping to cup the older woman's butt as she laid her head on Cat's shoulder.<br><br>"Mmmm.&nbsp; I'd almost forgotten how good you feel!&nbsp; C'n I...well...I need a couple things before we talk.&nbsp; A good meal, a shower, maybe some laundry...'cause I've been on a Greyhound for two days and I know I don't smell like a flower anymore."<br>
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