Friday, May 5, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 29

After breakfast Annabel headed to the yoga studio. She was early for class, so she set up her space and sat on her blanket to wait, keeping one eye out for Dylan.

The class filled up steadily but there was no sign of the shapely redhead. Annabel had just about given up hope when Dylan finally appeared, just as class was about to start. Fortunately the space right behind Annabel had remained open and Dylan took it, waving hello just as the teacher called out the first pose.

Several times during the class Annabel could feel Dylan’s eyes on her. Or at least she thought she could; maybe it was all in her imagination? This thing with Carla had her mind working in a different way. Before it would never have occurred to her that a woman in her yoga class was looking at her, maybe lusting after her.

After class Dylan invited Annabel to go for coffee and Annabel, flattered, accepted. They went across the street and got a table outside; it was a gorgeous day out, sunny with a nice cool breeze floating through the air.

Dylan asked Annabel a few questions about herself, and Annabel asked a few in return. Dylan, unlike Annabel, was a native Angeleno; she’d been born in Torrance. As they were talking Annabel noticed for the first time that Dylan was wearing a wedding ring. Annabel sort of wanted to ask about her husband, but then decided to wait until Dylan brought it up, and she never did.

As they were walking away from the coffee shop Dylan cocked her head and asked Annabel, “So, do you want to come over to my house?”

Annabel looked back at her, not quite sure she what was being asked. There was a glimmer in Dylan’s eye, but her expression was neutral; was this an invitation, or a proposition? After a few seconds of indecision, Annabel shook her head. “No, I’d better be getting home.”

Dylan shrugged. “OK, maybe next time.” She leaned over and kissed Annabel on the cheek, and Annabel kissed her back. As she walked to her car Annabel’s stomach was fluttering. What, she wondered, would Carla think about all this? Did Annabel dare tell her?

* * *

The rest of that day seemed to drag on forever. Annabel couldn’t really get herself interested in reading, or housecleaning, or TV, or any of the other things she usually did to pass the time. At 5:00 she finally broke down and popped open a bottle of wine. She took the bottle and a glass, grabbed some bread and cheese, and went out onto the deck.

Of course she found herself thinking about Carla. She wondered if Carla thought about her at all when they were apart. Probably not, Annabel thought; probably she was too busy doing fun and exciting things that Annabel had no clue about.

This line of thinking was just bringing her down, so Annabel used techniques she’d learned in yoga class to focus on her breathing, trying to clear all extraneous thoughts out of her head. Concentrating on the rhythm of the waves beneath her helped; so did the wine.

Next thing she knew the bottle was empty, the food was gone, and it was getting dark. She made her way inside, drank a big glass of water, and once again called it an early night. Without really intending to or thinking about it, she turned left instead of right at the top of the stairs, and drowsily tumbled into Carla’s bed instead of her own. Enveloped in Carla’s scent, she fell into a contented slumber.


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