Nancy And Anne

Posted on August 29th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“Where’s hunky hunk?”  Stanley flitted around Nancy excitedly. 

“He had to study,” not exactly a lie.  Ted was studying.  Nancy should be studying.  Heck, she quickly sidestepped a 300 pound football player hell bent on squashing her flat, they all should be studying. 

She left her new boyfriend home tonight ‘cause she… a man ran screaming by wearing only underwear and what looked like toilet paper… she didn’t think they were yet at the stage for one of Stanley’s parties.

Not that Stanley’s parties were truly Stanley’s parties.  He never held them at his own place… a girl, no guy, wearing a flamenco dress and army boots stomped past… Stanley was too much of a neat freak for that.

“His loss, Nancy Dancy,” her friend shrugged slender shoulders, pushing a vivid blue drink in her hand.  “How is your hair?”  He tugged at her beret.

Before she could answer there was a blast of light followed by a wave of heat.

A screech.  “Children.  I said no alcohol in the fondue” and Stanley was gone.

Leaving her alone in the midst of chaos.  Typical Stanley.

“How’s your alcohol tolerance?”  A tiny writhe of a girl sidled up next to her.

“Not good,” half a beer and Nancy was wasted, “why?”

Thin beige fingers relieved her of the drink, “then stay away from the anti-freeze.  The fumes almost knocked me over.”  Serious brown eyes, appearing all the larger for the black scarf completely covering her head, peered up at her.

“Thanks.”  Nancy grinned.  “I’m Nancy.”

“I know.  I’ve heard of you.”  A shy smile back.  “I’m Anne.”

She made a guess.  “Annie Bananie?”  Not much of one.  It could be no one else.  Anne James.  One of Stanley’s best buds.

A grimace.  “If you don’t call me Annie Bananie, I won’t call you Nance No Chance.  Deal?”

“Deal.”  They shook hands, bumping into each other as a man dressed as cupid rushed down the hallway, followed by a rather stout Henry the Eighth.  Nancy caught Anne’s eye and they laughed. 

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Read more about a much older Nancy and Anne in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.

Hair Gone Wrong

Posted on August 22nd, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“What’s with the hat?”  Ted glanced down at the girl by his side.

“You don’t like it?”  Nancy’s sunny smile wavered.

“Oh, sure, I like it,” Ted squeezed her tiny fingers resting secure in his hand, “just makes it hard to see your eyes” and her nose.  He didn’t want a repeat of the last time.

‘Cause he was going to kiss her.  He didn’t know why he felt so nervous about it.  He’d kissed plenty of girls before and done more.

But this was Nancy.  And for some reason, she was different.

“You like my eyes?”  She fished for a compliment.

He’d give her one.  “They’re the color of the sky.”  Blue, sparkling blue.

Nancy looked up and Ted could have kicked himself.  The color of the sky?  It was night, dummy.

She didn’t say anything and Ted’s appreciation for Nancy grew.

Along with the desire to kiss her.  “Why don’t we lose the hat?”  He tugged at the short brim.

“Ted.”

“What is it, Nance?”

“I got my hair cut.”  She sounded like she was about to cry. 

Why did women get so emotional about their hair?  “Did you?”  What did that have to do with anything?

“It didn’t go well.”

“How bad can it be?”

Nancy took a deep breath, whipped off her hard and…

… Ted stumbled over his never working quite right feet.  It could be bad, very, very bad.  Looked like someone took a lawn mower to it.

Her bottom lip trembled, her eyes glistening with moisture, “It’s horrible.”

“Oh, Nancy,” he hugged her to him, “its not horrible.”  A blatant lie.  It was.  Way past horrible.  “Its kind of retro-punk.”

One of those ragged, sobbing sounds women made when they were trying not to cry.  “You think?”

“Nance,” Ted stood in front of her, tilting her chin up with one finger.  Oh sh**, she looked so sad and cute and…  he couldn’t resist capturing those quivering lips with his own, pressing against the softness until they stilled, and then opened and… she tasted good like peach schnapps and orange juice and…

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Read more about a much older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.

The Haircut

Posted on August 15th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“Stanley, what have you done?” Nancy stared at herself in the mirror. It was supposed to be only a trim. She wouldn’t even notice it, he told her, now, now…

She sat down with a thud. She wasn’t going to cry, she wasn’t going to cry. Oh, blast it, tears splashed down her cheeks.

“Oh, don’t cry. You look… wonderful, Fancy Nancy,” but even Stanley’s natural exuberance was dimmed.

“I look like a chicken,” her voice muffled through her hands. Her beautiful long hair, the red hair Ted mentioned when he asked her out, the locks he played with on their first date, gone, “I can’t go out like this, Stanley. You have to fix it.”

He bit his bottom lip, tilting his head. Then walked around her, examining it from a different angle. “Once it grows out, it’ll be curly.” There wasn’t enough to curl right now.

Once it grows out? “I’m seeing him tonight. What am I supposed to do?”

“What about a hat? You’ll look like a movie star.” He clasped his hands together.

A hat, that could do it. “We’re going to a concert.” A local band playing at the college pub. “It can’t be one of your Scarlett O’Hara numbers.” Stanley had a flare for the dramatic.

“You wearing the black top?” Stanley rummaged through his dorm closet, looking in boxes.

“Yeah.” What was he thinking of now?

“Tah dah!” Her friend leapt out, a black poor boy cap in his hands. He plopped it on her head, pulling out some of her red hair to frame it. “Perfect.”

It was, surprisingly. “As long as I wear the hat.”  How would she manage that?  Ted would want to…

“As long as you wear the hat,” Stanley agreed.

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Read more about a much hairier Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.

The First Kiss…Almost

Posted on August 8th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“I had a good time tonight.”  Nancy peered up at Ted.  Would he kiss her now?  Lord, she hoped so.  Not even a peck on the cheek.  Despite giving signals even a blind man would pick up on.

“I did too.”  Ted shifted his weight from one foot to another.  “We should do this again sometime.”

A second date!  Nancy almost did a happy jig in front of the dorm building.  Instead she played it cool with a smile and “I’d like that.”

Ted smiled back, his shoulders easing down a bit.  “How about Friday? The Flaming Scientists are playing at the pub.”

Friday, Nancy had a date with Stanley.  She had agreed to let him cut her hair.  But being a good friend, he’d understand.  “I can do Friday.”  Or Saturday or Sunday or heck, any day of the week if it was Ted Sherbourne asking.

“Sounds good.”  A shrug but no movement other than that.

Nancy glanced at the door.  She should go in now unless…

Another glance at Ted.  Nothing.  He was playing with his belt buckle.  Otherwise ignoring her.

Well, crap, desperate times called for desperate measures. 

“Ted.”  Nancy flipped her hair back, tilted her head, and leisurely licked her lips, combining all the kissing come-ons that she, with her limited experience, knew of.

It seems to work.  Ted stepped closer, she leaned into his body and…

Whack

Their noses connected with so much force that Nancy’s eyes watered.  “Awww…” 

Ted turned a fiery red which would have been interesting to see if Nancy actually could.  “I’m sorry Nancy.  I… I…”  He stepped back.  “I’ll see you on Friday.”  And before she could take her hands away from her face, he was gone.

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Read more about a much older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.

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