Conversations With Jack & Diane
Shooting the Breeze
Only two tables at the sidewalk cafe were occupied. One
by a man in a tailored suit, sipping coffee and reading the Journal.
And the other by a man of perhaps forty, medium build, greying
temples, dressed-down but still smoothly presentable. And a
woman in her late twenties, certainly no older than early thirties,
with golden blond hair, crystal blue eyes, excellent celtic bone structure,
and lips to die for, which at the moment were moving sensuously as she held
her friend in rapt conversation.
“I just could’nt get Becky to cooperate this morning,” she
confided, holding Jack’s gaze.
“I’m sorry Di. I wish I’d of been there to help in
someway,” he offered sincerely.
Diane took a sip of brandied-tea and swallowed daintily,
her lips pressing together seductively. “Oh it’s ok Jack. I finally
got her to pick an outfit. I’ll tell ya, that girl is just so picky with
her clothes.”
“Quite unlike her mother,” Jack injected, stiffling a
chuckle.
“Oh stop it you,” she demanded, reaching across the small
table and tracing her long, slim fingers across his forearm
playfully, her sapphire eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Tell me something Di,” Jack asked softly, leaning over the
table. Diane leaned forward as well, their faces mere inches apart.
“How many times have you and Fred made love this week?”
Diane flopped back in her chair. “You fiend!” she gasped
mockingly. “How dare you ask a lady such a question?”
“I wasn’t asking a lady,” Jack retorted. “I was asking you.”
He took a sip of tea, fighting against a growing smile.
“You!” Diane nearly swore, catching herself as she
struggled to repress a smile of her own.
Jack laughed loudly, taking a sip of tea and holding Diane’s
gaze over the steaming brim of the cup.
“You really do enjoy driving me crazy, don’t you,” she
protested.
“Indeed,” Jack grinned, placing the cup in it’s china saucer.
“Now answer the question,” he persisted.
“Ha!” Diane huffed. “I’m not gonna,” she assured him
flatly.
“Oh yes you are,” Jack nodded knowingly. “And do you
wanna know why?”
“Yeah, why. Tell me why Mr. Know-It-All.” She smiled
provacatively as she took another sip of tea.
Jack leaned back in his chair, hands clasped behind his
head, generous smile on his handsome, sun dappled face.
“Because if you tell me, I’ll tell you.”
“Hahaha!” Diane laughed. “And why in this world would
you think that to be an incentive for me?” she probed, smiling
fiercely, a sudden blush on her silky cheeks.
“Because,” Jack echoed lazily, hands still clasped behind
his head. “I happen to know that my sexual exploits are a hot topic
of concern for you.”
“Oh really,” Diane replied coyly. “And where did you get
such obviously tainted information?”
“Why from your husband Fred of course,” Jack answered,
his light brown eyes dancing merrily.
“Yeah right,” Diane frowned, the mirth no longer teasing
her tone. “Old Fred won’t even discuss our own sexual exploits,
so why should I believe that he’d discuss my fantasies with you.”
“Ah ha!” Jack pounced, hands coming down to clasp the
warm cup of tea. “So you admit that you fantasize about me
than?”
“I admit no such thing,” Diane assured him. “And I’d
appreciate it if you didn’t put words in my mouth,” she warned,
her tone almost serious.
“It’s not words that I wish too...” Jack tried to respond
only to be cut-off in mid-sentence.
“Oh don’t you dare say it Jack,” Diane admonished, a sexy
half-smile slowly stretching her lips. “Don’t you dare...”
Hahaha!” Jack laughed softly. “Okay, okay I won’t say it,”
he promised, leaning over the table again. “But I will be thinking
it...” He smiled and arched his eye brows several times before
leaning back in his chair.
“Your terrible Jack,” she teased. “But I do so enjoy our
little conversations. I surely cannot speak with Fred in this
manner. You know, about the way I feel about things.”
“Well you can talk to me,” Jack assured her.
“I know. And it is wonderful. But I’m afraid it’s not as
easy for me as it is for you.”
“Well that’s the reason I sneak up on you with these
questions love. It’s not something one should plan. Free Speech
is not a right, it’s a state of mind.” He sipped his tea. “And you're
coming along just fine. Speaking of coming...”
“Oh no you don’t!” Diane reprimanded. She stood up and
walked over to Jack. She bent forward gracefully at the waist and
kissed him tenderly on the cheek. “Save that thought love,” she
cooed. “For our next conversation.” She smiled, her sapphire eyes
glinting in the morning sun as she spun elegantly and drifted
smoothly down the sun drenched sidewalk.
“And when will that next conversation be?” Jack called
after her.
“Let’s make it Friday morning Jack. Same time. Same
place. Okay?”
“Sure,” he agreed immediately.
Diane spun on her heels again, gliding away into the
suddenly teeming footpath.
Jack smiled as he finished his tea and paid the tab.
“Friday indeed,” he murmurred as he too disappeared into
the teeming sea of humanity that was now in full midday stride.
The End...
Unpublished Works © 1997 GJB
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