CHAPTER 18
MAKING THE MOVE
Caleb went back to the dorm, ate with the guys, played some pool, then went upstairs to his apartment. He smoked a joint and then went to his desk to study the playbook. This was starting to become his typical day.
About 10:30, he heard a tap on the door. He already knew who it was. Before he’d barely opened it a crack, Anni came crashing through like a wild animal, wrapping her arms around him and smothering him in passionate kisses. She stepped back from him and let her dress fall to the floor—she had nothing on underneath. She was built like a brick house; Caleb was in awe of her 38 year old body, she looked like a girl his age. He was getting concerned, though; she is moaning and groaning so loudly he thought the guys next door would hear her. He covered her mouth, pulled her down to him, and started kissing her to shut her up.
When Caleb was done, Anni whispered, “I’d like to go again when you’re ready.”
He chuckled. “Sure, give me 20 or 30 minutes.”
“Great,” she said, snuggling into his big shoulders.
“Want a beer or a joint or anything else? It’ll help you relax.”
She looked at him, puzzled. “What exactly is ‘anything else?’”
Caleb laughed a little. “Ever done any drugs besides marijuana?”
“Yeah, but not since I graduated college.”
“What about heroin?”
Anni gasped. “NO! And you shouldn’t either!”
“I do it only on very special occasions, and I feel like this is a special occasion, don’t you?” he said, placing a hand tenderly on her hip. He knew Anni wasn’t stupid like those high school girls he got hooked on heroin, and he had to take this very slowly and watch his words with her. She analyzed everything.
“That just sounds like a horrible idea to me. How about a beer or something else?”
“Well you smoke weed, don’t you?” he said.
She felt a little pressured but gave in. “Well, it’s been a while, but why not?”
He got up, went to the bathroom, and rolled a couple of joints—one for her and one for him. He had some PCP that he sprinkled on Anni’s joint. Just a little. PCP, a powerful sedative, has trance-like anesthetic effects, and people are supposed to have a sort of “out-of-body,” detached feeling when they take it. That would help her relax for sure.
They both lit up, and soon enough she was lying on the bed, naked and oblivious to anything going on around her. She was just mumbling to herself about the beautiful colors or something like that. As she giggled and hummed to herself, a dopey grin plastered all over her face, Caleb went to his desk, got out his Polaroid, and took shots of Anni naked in all kinds of positions, all very graphic. He kept snapping until he ran out of film. He hid the pictures, then laid down on the bed and fell asleep.
About an hour later, he felt a hand rubbing his chest. “Wow, that’s some kind of weed you have there,” Anni said.
“Only the best for you, Anni,” he said with a smile.
She blushed. “Are you ready to go again?”
“I’ve been ready, just waiting for you to wake up.” He rolled over on top of her, and they made love for the next hour.
It was almost 1 in the morning, and he asked her if she needed to call her husband. “No,” she said proudly, “I called him earlier tonight and said I had a ton of work to do. Said I would be staying at the office, but I do need to get back and rest before tomorrow.” She sighed, cupping Caleb’s face in her soft hands. “Caleb, this was so much fun. Thank you so much. I’ll see you soon.”
“One thing before you leave,” he interjected. “You think you could hook me up with my own apartment? I don’t like rooming with other people, and it would be nice for you and me to have a place when we need it.”
“I can do anything I want,” she said with a swagger. “Consider it done.” She got up, slipped on her dress, and floated out the door. Anni was on cloud nine.
Caleb could have cared less about the sex that night, but he was able to get some blackmail pictures that he could use later, if needed, not to mention his own apartment. He had learned that the only way to get to Anni was through her panties. It was her weak spot now, but over time he also knew that would wear off.
Caleb laid in bed, throwing his football to the ceiling and catching it like he had since he was a kid. He caught the ball and dropped it on the floor, rubbing his eyes. It has become a battle dealing with his demons from the past few years, and he considered, just for a second, throwing those pictures away. He knew nothing good would come from them, just pain for Anni. He turned over and went to sleep, hoping he wouldn’t have that nightmare again.