Terri looked over the menu and decided that soup and salad was what she wanted. She set the menu down and looked over at Andrea. She was still scanning the menu and pursing her lips. She looked up and saw Terri watching her and blushed.

"We should have gone somewhere with a buffet. I just can't decide." Terri smiled at her. She was so cute. Usually she would have gone for something simple and low fat but now that she was pregnant it was as if a whole new world of food was opened up to her! "Okay, I think I will have a panini sandwich. How does that sound?" Terri shrugged her shoulders.

"If that's what you want hun, have it!" Andrea smiled and nodded. The waitress came over and they ordered. Then when they were alone Andrea sipped her Sprite and folded her hands in front of her on the table. She arranged this lunch with Terri to 'talk,' Terri knew it and wasn't looking forward to it. Terri knew she had been acting weird since Kurt left. She was distant and cool but she couldn't help it. She loved him, had let her heart wander to him and he stepped on it and walked away without looking back. It was going to be tough to get over ...

"Well!" Andrea said and smiled at Terri. "What have you been up to, Ter? I haven't talked to you much lately..." Terri shrugged again and looked down at the glass of Diet Pepsi in front of her. Her hands moved towards it automatically and she turned it around and around on the table.

"I've been hanging out at home with Molly. We've been walking a lot. I re-arranged my living room and working on painting my bedroom." Andrea's eyes lit up as she feigned interest.

"Oh really? What color?" Terri looked at her and knew she was dancing around the subject she really wanted to talk about but Terri would play the game. She didn't want to talk about the subject as much as Andrea didn't want to ask about it.

"I was thinking of going with a 'jungle' theme and I bought some green paint. I have a few stencils of animals I'm going to stencil on the wall too." Andrea frowned and raised an eyebrow.

"Jungle theme? Oh, come on! It was a pretty pale blue before. What made you decide on that?" Terri sighed.

"I'm yanking your chain Annie, I haven't painted it yet. But I do want to change it. I like blue but I'm tired of it. Any ideas?" Andrea sipped her soda again and then looked up at Terri. Blue eyes met green ones.

"Kurt called yesterday." Andrea said out right. Terri held her gaze a moment and then looked down at the table.

"That's interesting." She said quietly.

"He asked about you."

"Did he?" Terri asked without looking up. Andrea kicked her under the table.

"Yes, he did. Why haven't you returned his calls." Terri looked quickly at her, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Why should I? He doesn't want to talk to me. If he did then he wouldn't have run off like he did."

"You should talk to him Ter." Terri shook her head.

"I have nothing to say."

"Maybe he has something to say."

"I guess the expression would be 'talk to the hand' then." Andrea sighed. She tried to think of something to say that would make a difference.

"You know, there was a time that I wouldn't talk to Brent and you told me not to destroy the relationship by not talking to him. And where would we be now?" She reached out and tapped Terri's hand so she would look at her. Terri looked up. "We wouldn't be. I have you to thank for that." Terri felt the tears burning behind her eyes. Her nose and cheeks were growing pink. She looked away. She knew Andrea knew how much it hurt but she didn't want her to see how upset it made her. She just wanted to get on with her life and forget that man. She'd had enough hurt in her life to last a lifetime. She thought she had learned not to put herself in that position again and yet, there she was ... Terri swallowed hard and willed herself not to cry. She looked back at Andrea. Andrea was surprised at how cool Terri looked.

"Annie, I don't need him. I don't love him. He doesn't love me. It's over." She glanced away. "Over." She whispered.

"Well, if you don't love him then why can't you two be friends? He seems interested in talking to you Ter." Just then the food came. Terri busied herself with her salad.

"Friends?" Andrea said between bites.

"He doesn't want to be friends Annie. Don't kid yourself. There is no 'friends' after the kind of sex we had. And I'm thinking if he wants sex, it's on his front porch every damned day. Let's talk about something else, could we? What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" Andrea chewed and then swallowed.

"Hey! We're going to my parent's house. Are you going to your Mom's?" Terri nodded.

"I might as well. We'll probably go out to dinner." Andrea frowned.

"Why don't you cook and invite her over?"

"No, I don't feel like cooking. Going out to dinner will be fine." Terri didn't want to tell Andrea that her Mom had already made plans to go to Terri's sister's house. Terri was invited but declined. She just wanted to be left alone to wallow in her own misery. She knew it was stupid but she was helpless to fight it. She would be over it soon, she knew, but right now it was overwhelming. She just needed time ... The two finished their lunch and Terri went back to work at the hospital and Andrea went home.

That very night Kurt splashed on some cologne and checked himself in the mirror. He sighed. He looked okay, he guessed. After putting off Geoff's offer to go out with him and Jenna several times he decided that he might as well go. He certainly wasn't having any fun by himself! He wore a pair of black jeans and a blue sweater. The phone rang. He stood straight up and listened. He found himself on edge lately whenever the phone rang. He half hoped it would be Terri and, then again, knew it wouldn't be. It made him angry. It was Geoff.

"Hey man, we're here, where are you?" Geoff said to the answering machine. Kurt turned off the lights and left locking the door behind him. He climbed into his car and headed over to a brewpub nearby called 'Captain's.' He pulled in the lot, saw Geoff's truck, and went in. He started towards Geoff and Jenna and when he saw there was another girl there halted. He decided whether or not to turn around and go home. If he had known that Geoff was going to set him up he never would have come. He wasn't in the mood for one of Geoff's bimbos. Just then Geoff saw him and waved him over. Too late. He should have run when he could! He hesitantly made his way over to the table. As he approached he saw that the other woman was tall and slender with long, jet black hair. She was very pretty. Geoff waved to the empty chair. There was a drink sitting there, waiting for him. He sat down and gulped it.

"What took you so long? It not like you have to dry your hair or nothing!" Geoff said and laughed. Jenna laughed too. The black haired girl just watched Kurt. Kurt glared at Geoff.

"Traffic." Kurt said. Geoff nodded.

"Oh, yeah, right." He said non-believing. "Anyway, you know Jenna." Jenna smiled. Kurt nodded to her.

"Hey, Jenna." Geoff turned to the other girl.

"And this is Sam. Samantha." He turned to her and smiled. She held her hand out and he took it. It was soft and dainty.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." She said quietly.

"No, the pleasure is all mine." He said and pulled Sam's hand to his lips and kissed it gently. A slight smile formed on her lips and her pale blue eyes watched him. He released her hand and turned to Geoff. Geoff was smiling triumphantly. It made Kurt angry. He had set him up and now he was gloating. Kurt scowled slightly.

"Sam here is a budding model." Geoff said. Kurt turned to Sam.

"Is that right?" Sam nodded.

"I have been in a few magazines but still waiting for the 'big time.' You know, covers and all." She spoke so quietly that Kurt had to strain to hear her. He nodded.

"Well, as beautiful as you are, that shouldn't be long." She smiled and looked down.

"Thank you." She said but no one heard. Kurt finished his first drink and then ordered another. The four of them had dinner and then another round of drinks. Geoff, Kurt, and Jenna talked loudly to one another but Sam barely contributed to the conversation. If she spoke at all, everyone had to be quiet to hear her. It was very annoying to Kurt. He missed the banter that he and Terri shared. This girl had little to say and what she did say you could barely hear. After another drink Geoff got up and pulled Jenna up with him.

"Well, you two, we're going to scoot. Jenna's in the mood to dance and I'm gonna watch." Kurt looked up at him and frowned. He was obviously leaving him and Sam together, alone, on purpose.

"I can't stay long myself." Kurt said directly to Geoff. Geoff patted him on the back after he helped Jenna on with her coat.

"Then go on home buddy boy. Have a good time now. Call me." He said and escorted Jenna right on out the door. Kurt cleared his throat and looked down at his drink. Sam was doing the same thing. Just then the waitress brought over the bill and set it down in front of Kurt. Kurt's eyes opened wide and he felt anger surge through him. He was stuck with the mute and stuck with the bill. 'That motherfucker!' he thought to himself as he gritted his teeth, picked up the piece of paper and read the total due. He sighed and pulled out his wallet. After charging the tab, he looked over at Sam and she at him. She really was beautiful. Maybe he could hear her better someplace quiet.

"You want to get out of here?" He asked her. She smiled and nodded. They got up and Kurt helped her with her leather jacket. She was as tall as he was and as thin as a stick. He led her out to his car and held the door open for her as she gracefully climbed in. He slid into the driver's side and started the engine. It was cold outside and inside the car. He sat and shivered a minute before turning to Sam. "Where should we go?" He asked. She shrugged, he could see her blue eyes sparkle in the parking lot lights.

"Okay." He said, put it in gear, and headed out of the lot. He drove a while, not exactly sure where he would end up. Sam spoke a little now and then and he was right, he could hear her better there in the car with no one else around. She talked about modeling and the Cayman Islands. She had just returned from there, he gathered. She said she did a photo shoot on the beach. He pictured her in a skimpy bikini and felt a familiar stirring in his belly. That long, black hair falling over her shoulders as she lay in the sand in nothing more than a few pieces of cloth that covered the most private parts. The waves lapping up on the shore ... He found himself pulling into the driveway of his own house. He parked and turned the car off. He got out and helped her out of the car. He indicated this was his house. "I thought we could sit and ... talk a while. You can tell me about all the other fascinating places you've been." He said as he led her inside. He took her coat and hung it up in the closet by the front door next to his own. She went into the living room and sat down on the couch. Kurt went into the kitchen to pour himself another drink. He had already decided he was going to get drunk. He was going to attempt to get Sam drunk too and maybe ... Well, it had been way too long since he'd had sex and he needed it tonight. He poured Sam the same thing he was having and handed her the glass as he sat down next to her on the couch. He smiled and held up his glass for her to toast. She touched his with hers. "Slainte." He said and drank.

"So, you are in a band." Sam said sitting back and crossing her legs. She wore a knee-length skirt but when she sat and crossed her legs that way the skirt hiked all the way up to her slim thighs. Kurt couldn't help but notice and found himself staring. He shook his head and looked up at her.

"Oh, uh, yeah. It's called 'Foul.' Ever heard of it?" She smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I have. I like your music. That guy that sings ..." She trailed off.

"Brent." Kurt said.

"Yeah, him." Sam said and smiled. "He's pretty hot." Kurt sighed. He knew it was coming and yet was still unprepared for it.

"Well, he's going to be a dad." Kurt said matter-of-fact. "He's setting up housekeeping with a nurse in Illinois." He didn't know why he was telling Sam all this, perhaps he wanted to draw attention to himself by telling her that Brent was spoken for. It wasn't working ...

"God, I would love to be her." She said quietly. He picked up his glass and finished off the drink then went back for another. While he was gone Sam drank most of hers and he went back into the kitchen to refill her drink. When he came back he noticed that she had unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse. When he leaned over her to hand her the drink he saw her lacy white bra peeking out from her blouse.

"So, tell me about this photo shoot in the Caymans." He said and flopped down very close to her. She sipped the drink before speaking.

"It was so beautiful. Just amazing ... the sand, the sun, the water ... I would just love to live there, you know?" She said turning to him. He watched her intently as she spoke about the Island. "We were there five days. I had, like, six bathing suits they shot me in. One of them, wow, there was almost nothing to it. It was this patch of fabric in the front held on by a string and came together with a butterfly in the back." By the time he finished off his drink his eyes were going out of focus now and then. The more she spoke of those bathing suits, the more anxious he was to touch her. He wished she had brought them with! He would have asked her to model them for him. He reached out and lay his hand gently on her arm. She didn't flinch. He could tell by her sluggish movements that the drinks were affecting her too. He decided to get bold and he ran his hand up her arm to her shoulder and then slid his fingers into her silky, black hair. She sighed and leaned her head toward him so he could touch her. She leaned forward, set down the near empty glass she held and then pushed herself towards him. Their lips met. He kissed lightly at first and then as fiery passion engulfed him he opened his mouth and sucked hers. He pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. Pushing her down on the couch his hands groped and felt her. He pulled her blouse apart popping the buttons. Her hands were all over him too, pulling at his sweater, moving down to the snap and zipper on his jeans. He was so hard and big that she couldn't get them undone and he stopped to help her. He kicked off his pants and tossed them aside. She yanked down his boxers and groped his hot dick while he pulled off her bra. He was a little disappointed that she had virtually no tits. Now Terri ... he thought as he bent down and tried to suck her nipples ... Terri had something to suck on. With Sam was nothing to hold onto. He gave up and moved on down to her skirt. He pulled it off and then yanked down her lacy g-string panties. Not wanting to wait he shoved his fingers inside her. She was wet and ready for him. He straddled her and then plunged himself deep inside her. He groaned at the warm, soft, slippery feeling she provided him. "Oh God, it's been too long." He said. All the while he fucked her he noticed that she said nothing. Not one word, not one gasp, not one moan. He thought it unusual. He pounded her until he felt himself about to come and then pulled out and came all over her belly. Sam got up and at Kurt's direction, found the bathroom. He heard the water running in the tub. He put on his boxers and a pair of sweat shorts. As Sam emerged from the bathroom he handed her a large black t-shirt. "You can wear this." He said and pulled her into his bedroom. He lay down in bed and crossed his arms behind his head. Sam just stood there. He patted the space on the bed next to him. "Well, come on. I'm tired and need to go to sleep." She hesitantly crawled in beside him. He kissed her lightly, turned off the light and rolled over. He sighed. It wasn't sex with Terri but it was sex. He fell asleep quickly but tossed and turned all night long ...

Thanksgiving morning Terri awoke late, dressed, and slipped on Molly's leash. They went for a long walk. It was cold and blustery but Terri didn't feel it. Molly enjoyed the exercise and Terri decided it could only do her some good as well. She had put on a pound or two lately and really felt it. The last block or two before home Molly got Terri up to a good jog. Terri showered, dressed in sweats, socks, and an oversized sweater. She grabbed a can of Diet Pepsi, built a raging fire in the fireplace, then curled up on the couch with Molly. She turned on the TV and flipped channels. Football, football, football. She hated football. She found 'A Christmas Story' and set down the remote. It was one of her favorite movies ... An hour into it the doorbell rang. Molly jumped down and ran for the door, barking and yelping. Terri sighed and got up. She couldn't imagine who it would be. She peeked out the front window and saw a little red car parked in front of the house and didn't recognize it. When she opened the door she found herself staring right at Kurt ...

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