She's been sitting in her favorite chair for hours, waiting. Not that she's one of those women who waits. No, she's normally a woman who does things. But right now she's waiting, and the anticipation is making her dizzy.
At one point, Sam was reading, catching up on the homework she'd neglected for her experiment. Now, her hands are still, carefully folded in her lap as she stares at the door.
This is so undiginified, she thinks. But she can't do anything else.
A moment later (far too long a time), she hears bootsteps on the stairs.
Her landlady might object to gentlemen callers, but she never said Sam couldn't have girlfriends in her rooms.
The boots pause for a moment, and Sam realizes her hands are fisted around each other. She swallows and pulls them apart, rubbing her sweating palms dry on her skirts.
Please... She doesn't allow herself to finish the plea. Even thinking it was admitting too much.
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Date: 2005-10-01 09:47 pm (UTC)sigh.
She's been sitting in her favorite chair for hours, waiting. Not that she's one of those women who waits. No, she's normally a woman who does things. But right now she's waiting, and the anticipation is making her dizzy.
At one point, Sam was reading, catching up on the homework she'd neglected for her experiment. Now, her hands are still, carefully folded in her lap as she stares at the door.
This is so undiginified, she thinks. But she can't do anything else.
A moment later (far too long a time), she hears bootsteps on the stairs.
Her landlady might object to gentlemen callers, but she never said Sam couldn't have girlfriends in her rooms.
The boots pause for a moment, and Sam realizes her hands are fisted around each other. She swallows and pulls them apart, rubbing her sweating palms dry on her skirts.
Please... She doesn't allow herself to finish the plea. Even thinking it was admitting too much.
A knock sounds on her door.
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mwaha. ten minutes!