Cowgirl Leah, Part One

"Are you ignoring me?" Leah asked him.

"No," Johnathan told her insistently, "I'm talking to you."

"Well, why does it feel like you're ignoring me, then?"

"How should I know? Maybe you just like to complain."

"God damn you," she said softly. She didn't know what else to say. She hated to keep arguing with him because she liked him; she just didn't like him to act the way he did.

For his part, he was even more exasperated with her than his comment showed. He was as sick of her questions as he was of her pretended virtues.

Every time he asked her a question, he could almost hear her thinking before she spoke. It wasn't premeditation, but consideration, and every time he heard it, it nearly gave him an erection. She wasn't very quick, but she wasn't stupid either, he felt; she just took a lot of time to get there. She worked so hard that it always pissed him off and yet aroused him. It was strange to see her facial expressions as she struggled to understand him.

"Everything we know contains the world we know," he told her one evening, knowing that she wouldn't comprehend, but that she would long to. He didn't bother to explain.

Playing with her like that was a big mistake on his part, but not his first or last.

rcs.

2nd draft: 06/27/05
©1989 Ronald C. Southern

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