Fawn Awaits

Posted on October 31st, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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Ted was pleased with his showing. In the top five. First time that had happened. And he knew it was due to Nancy being there in the stands, cheering him on. Something about that girl made him want to do his best.

Once he’d gotten the straight or not so straight scoop from Bertie on that oversized jock she was with, Ted devoted his full attention to the game and to Nancy. One pint sized redhead was all the audience he needed.

Which explained why, when he exited the locker room, he was surprised to see Fawn leaning against a wall, waiting for her.

“Ted.” She reached up and hugged his neck, pressing her body into his. “You played so well. Did you hear me cheering?”

“I did.” He lied, taking a step back. His friend was one of those touchy feely girls which was fine before but now he had Nancy.

“You must be hungry after that workout.” Fawn rubbed her hands up and down his arms. “You wanna go for a burger?”

He was hungry and a burger did sound good but… “It depends.”

Blank stare. “On what?”

“Nancy’s here.” Ted grinned at his friend as they walked, unable to contain his excitement. “Come on. I’ll introduce you.” It was about time they met.

Fawn stopped. “I don’t know. I’m not too good with girlfriends.”

“What do you mean?” Ted shifted impatiently. He wanted to get out to see Nancy before she gave up on him and left.

“They don’t like me. I don’t know why.” Big brown eyes appeared troubled.

She shouldn’t be. Fawn might not have a lot of female friends, now that he remembered, she had mentioned before that other girls felt intimidated by her, but Nancy did. “Nancy will like you. She likes everyone.”

That he was sure of.

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

Unfulfilled Needs

Posted on October 24th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“Its hopeless.” Nancy slouched in defeat.

Patrick disagreed. “Its not hopeless.”

“Look at her.” The girl’s blonde hair picked up the light, glistening all around her perfect face. Nancy’s own hair, she ran her fingers through her short curls, she looked like a boy after Stanley’s dreadful haircut. “She’s beautiful.”

“She is.” Nancy didn’t get the denial she hoped for.

“That’s what I said. Hopeless.” Why even try to compete for Ted’s attentions?

“Look, Nancy. I don’t know about this Ted guy and what’s going on in his head, but I do know that when I’m happy with something, I stop looking.”

“Hhhmmm…” Nancy considered that theory. Dating new people was a lot of work, very stressful. Would someone go through all that when they already had the perfect woman?

“Ted’s still looking.”

Was the perfect woman not even enough? “Maybe he’ll always be looking.” Never satisfied with one person. A player.

“And maybe he hasn’t found the right girl yet.”

Was she the right girl? Nancy wished… “What can I offer Ted that she can’t?”

“That, my dear Nancy, is what you have to find out.”

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

The Blonde Cheerleader

Posted on October 17th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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Despite her resolution to stay cool and detached, Nancy was soon sucked into Ted’s struggles on the tables. What woman wouldn’t be? Watching men in their prime use strength and cunning to overcome their rivals.

As with this particular match.

The two players were evenly paired in skill and strength. Back and forth, back and forth, Ted and his opponent duked it out, the ball flying, the racquets an extension of their muscled arms. Perspiration dripped down their backs, grunts at each connection.

Finally Ted feigned a return to the right, only to send the ball flying to the left. His point. Nancy leapt to her feet, cheering.

It was then that she saw her, half a bleacher away, pony-tailed blonde hair bouncing, clapping wildly.

The other woman.

The girl turned her head, giving Nancy a questioning glance, and then unconcerned focused back on Ted. Why would she be concerned? Nancy glanced down at her less curvy figure. She was no threat.

She sat down with a thump, frowning.

“What is it?” Patrick, her pseudo date, asked.

“See that blonde?” Nancy nodded in her direction.

“The one with the crop top?”

“Yep.” As if her body didn’t get enough attention, she had to dress provocatively too. “That’s her.”

“Uh oh….” An expression of doom.

“Exactly.”

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

Table Tennis Players

Posted on October 10th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“Thanks for doing this, Patrick.” Nancy smiled warmly at the big man beside her, one of Stanley’s special friends.

He was her cover for the event. Large, handsome, well known around campus and still tucked deep in the closet. The perfect man to make Ted jealous.

“No problem,” a deep voiced grunt, “Helps me out to.”

She imagined it would. Must be tough being who he was and also on the college football team.

“So which one is he, this player of yours both away from the table and at?” Patrick surveyed the gym floor. Contestants milled around the green table tennis surfaces.

Nancy didn’t have to search long. She noticed Ted as soon as he came out of the locker room, looking all excited, and manly, waving at her, seated in the bleachers, and then frowning at Patrick.

Which was exactly the effect she wanted.

“He’s number 16.” The giant number pinned across his broad chest. Nancy watched Ted point her out to another player.

“Talking to Bertie?” The man’s smile disappeared, furrows forming between his eyebrows.

“Bertie?” The small Asian man making Ted laugh? Nancy knew none of his teammates.

“Lucky number 7, that bastard.” Very emotional.

“Patrick…” What was the story there?

“I thought he liked me. He didn’t. Just used me to get close to the quarterback.”

“Ohhh.” Nancy covered his large clasped hands with hers. She felt his pain. And to think from another…

“Table tennis players…” they said in unified disgust.

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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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