THE LAKE APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM
"I'm so glad you could come over
to help me with this silly Algebra homework," Stephanie said as she pushed
open the door and led Clark into the apartment. "I guess high school
really didn't prepare me very well for college. I don't have a clue as to
what Professor Dunlap is saying."
"Well, freshman math can be quite
rough." Clark carefully surveyed the modest apartment and smiled
inwardly to himself. Of course, it wasn't quite what he was used to, but
it was tastefully decorated with many homey touches. It wasn't at all like
his parents home with its museum feel.
"Apparently, Momma hasn't gotten home
yet." Stephanie dropped her books onto the floor and flopped down
onto the couch. "So, where should we start? I was thinking page
one." She giggled at her own remark and looked up to find Clark
watching her closely. "W-what's the matter? Did I do something
wrong? Do I have something on my face?"
"Oh, no, not at all," he laughed
as he walked over to her and joined her on the couch. "I was just
thinking about how beautiful you are. I'm not kidding you when I say that
I think you're the most beautiful girl on campus."
"Oh, Clark!" She blushed
slightly as she giggled and bowed her head in polite modesty. "You
most definitely know how to win a girl over."
"Well, I hope I am winning you
over." He slid over next to her and gently stroked her soft
hair. "Stephanie, I've grown to care for you a great deal in such a
short time. I-I know we just met, but I feel such a closeness to
"I-I feel the same way, Clark."
He moved even closer to her and leaned in
so that his lips carefully brushed hers. Their kiss was tentative at first
but quickly grew with ardent passion. Still entwined, his hand slipped
down to the buttons of her blouse and he skillfully began to undo them.
"C-Clark, w-what are you doing?"
Stephanie stammered as she tried to pull away. "N-no, Clark.
It's t-too soon."
"But don't you feel the same way about
me as I do about you?"
"Of course I do!" She
inhaled deeply and tried to decide what to do. The old Stephanie would
have been on him in a minute, but this was the new and improved Stephanie.
The new version was supposed to have scruples and morals. She thought
about Patterson and what he would think of her and realized that she couldn't go
through with it. "Clark, I can't! It's just too soon."
"Alright," he muttered as he
pulled away from her. He was clearly disappointed that she'd put a stop to
his advances. "I'm sorry, dear, but you are just so
beautiful. I know it's too soon, but I can't help but want you.
However, I'll wait until you're ready."
"Thank you." She held her
head down. She was almost embarrassed by her newfound morality.
"I-I think you better leave."
He nodded his agreement and slowly got up,
gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and walked out of the apartment.
Alone, Stephanie let out a deep sigh as she
sulked on the couch. "This newfound virtue is going to be harder than
I thought," she muttered to herself as she remembered how wonderful Clark's
touch had felt. Deciding that studying would take her mind off of him, she
reached down to grab one of her books. Out of the corner of her eye, she
spotted a newly framed picture of Dane and
Sara from their wedding.
Stephanie took the photograph into her hands and examined it closely. How
odd that Sara was the epitome of happiness while Dane looked as if he were being
led to a hanging.
"How did she manage to convince him to
marry her?" she muttered as she looked at the picture. "I bet if
I figure that out, I can find a way to get back at him for destroying everything
that I had."