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The Eyes Have It

Let’s put it this way. Larry didn’t have the faintest idea of what he was getting into. When Sheila asked him do her a small favor, well, to be perfectly honest, another organ other than his brain was doing the thinking. And besides, even if that wasn’t the case, it didn’t seem to him like it was such a big deal. On the surface, that is.

On Wednesday, Sheila calls him up and says that her car had broken down, that it’s in the repair shop. And she had promised a really good childhood friend of hers that she would pick her up from the airport. She was scheduled to arrive at Kennedy at nine that night. She was flying in from California for the holiday. 

Larry kind of had a thing for Sheila. Now if it was a guy or someone else that was arriving, then he might have given it a second thought. It was a good hour or so drive. But another girl, well, hell yeah, why not ?

He had just met Sheila about a month or so ago at a nightclub. They danced a bit, and he asked her for her phone number before she left. They had gone out on three dates since then. He wasn’t quite sure how she felt about him, Sheila keeping her feelings close to the vest, so to speak.

They had made out on her sofa at the end of their last date, but that’s as far as it got before she said that, it being a weeknight, she had to wake up early the following morning. He took the hint, kissed her good night and exited her apartment.

That was about a week ago, and in the interim they had spoken on the phone a couple of times. So in his mind, at least, there was the possibility of a budding romance, and this small favor was really no big deal. 

Keep in mind,though, that he really didn’t know very much about Sheila. She was a saleswoman at this chic women’s clothing boutique, and she herself dressed in quite classy style. She seemed like a quite normal and stable young lady, although, every now and again, Larry could detect a hint of a wild side. For him, at the time, that just added to her appeal.

Anyway, on the ride to the airport, Sheila tells him that her friend, Tammy, had led quite an interesting life. She was an army brat. Lived all over the world, and on Long Island during her teen years, which is when Sheila befriended her. Then she added, “Don’t say anything about her eyes. She’s kind of self conscious about them”.

Before Larry could get her to be more specific, they were in front of the terminal. Tammy was waiting on the sidewalk  for their arrival. The two young women embraced as one would expect reacquainted old friends to do. Larry thought Tammy was truly gorgeous, great body and all. She was wearing a pair of over-sized, ultra dark sunglasses. 

“Let’s go party in the city”, Tammy said, pretty much the instant they had settled into their seats after loading her luggage in the trunk of the car.

It was upon their enterance to the disco that things started to get more than a little weird. It seemed Tammy had this kind of absolute control over Sheila. “Light my cigarette, dear”, “go get me a drink, easy on the orange juice”, “go over to that guy and tell him I want to meet him”. It was a constant barrage of orders, and Sheila obeyed all of her demands.

“Come with me to the bathroom”, Tammy commanded Sheila. As they rose from their bar stools, and Sheila followed Tammy like a puppy dog as she led her to the restroom, Larry grabbed hold of Sheila’s arm.

“What the hell’s going on, and what’s with her sunglasses?”, he inquired of Sheila.

“A lot has changed since I last saw her”, she answered, as she forcefully broke loose of Larry’s grasp and hurriedly ran to catch up with Tammy.

Suffice it to say that Larry, too, would soon find himself under Tammy’s mysterious spell.

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