I am in an alley in the middle of New York somewhere. I hear horns honking, "Taxi!", the brakes of big semi trucks discharging and the sound of the subway in the background. I look around and I see the brick building faces, a few pieces of garbage on the ground, just like the pictures of new york. The asphalt, it looks like there is snow or maybe ice on it. There is a chill in the air that feels sharp like pins on my face, I can see my breath and is so thick in front of me it seems to take forever to disappear. God I love New York.
I am leaning against the hood of an older car in the alley. I am rocking from side to side and rubbing my hands together trying to stay warm. We were just standing there talking about nothing really just about things we have in common, the weather, the plans for the weekend, those types of things. We were talking about the weather and how this was normal for this time of year and how cold it can get. I glance over and I see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye, what is he thinking, does he like me? Is this the time we finally don't run away? Where will we go from here this time? He wasn't interested the last time?
And I am dressed in a knee high black coat buttoned down the front. With a pink scarf and hat. Underneath I am wearing a short gray tweed skirt the kind that goes a few inches above the knee and black thigh highs. A silky white shirt, buttoned down just enough that when I lean forwards you can catch a glymps of my lacey white bra. I look like one of the corperate working wall street women.
Had he seen my bra when I had bent down. I wonder if he had he seen the lace and the edge of my nipple. Did he want to see what I look like underneath all these clothes and how I felt. Did he know how I wanted him? Was he thinking about something else. We always seemed to have a little office flirting going on but nothing ever happened. Just when I thought he was going to kiss me, or make some type I move, I always pulled away just in time. But this time he looked different. His tone was different he looked different. Did I really want him or was he going to take me anyway. Maybe we should go back inside.