I called Harriet again and discovered Marilyn had already moved out. She had gone to Plattsburgh early, and moved into an apartment with her Aunt Lynette. I would have to track her down there. She gave me the address and wished me luck, telling me that Marilyn was miserable. I apologized and promised to make things right.
I flew back to Albany, by way of Chicago, and then picked up my car. I wasn't even in civvies, but had flown back wearing my dress uniform. I didn't bother heading over to Kegs to dump my crap off, but got on the Northway and headed north.
Lynette lived in a one bedroom apartment that was the second floor of a Cape Cod home. Marilyn used a hide-a-bed in the living room. Lynette was actually Big Bob's baby sister, and was only about ten years older than Marilyn. They were known to go out together on Saint Patrick's Day and close out the bars, just one of the reasons I had disputed her rating of Plattsburgh's academic standards. I climbed the stairs and knocked on the door.
The door opened and Lynette looked out at me. "Is she here?", I asked. I was prepared to go back downstairs and sleep in the car until she came home.
Lynette smiled at me. "Come on in." She stepped back and as I entered the apartment, she turned and called out, "Look, Marilyn, you have a guest."
Marilyn came out of the kitchen and turned white as a ghost. She looked like she had lost a few pounds. She came to a dead stop and stared at me.
I came closer. It was time for the big dramatic gesture. I was going to need one. She had been ducking me for over a month already. Previously I had to wait six whole fucking months for her to get over her mad at me. No way was I going to wait that long. What if she never got over her mad? I got the overall impression she was a lot more pissed at me now than before.
I dropped to my knees in front of her. "I'm sorry. God, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'm sorry."
Marilyn simply stared at me. My original plan had been that she would drop to her knees in front of me, instantly proclaim how sorry she was for overreacting, and we would embrace and kiss and hug and make wild monkey love on the floor of the apartment. Marilyn didn't drop to her knees however. She stared some more and then asked, "What are you doing?"
Wasn't it obvious? No, I didn't say that. I thought it, but I didn't say it. I was already in enough trouble. "I am begging forgiveness. Please, I'm sorry."
"Well, get up, for God's sake! You look ridiculous down there!"
Oh, shit, but this wasn't working out. If she had a secret plan to make me look like an idiot, it was working to perfection. At least she hadn't thrown me out. I got to my feet and glanced over at Lynette to see if she had any hints for me. She had a smile on her face, but was covering it with a hand. I looked back at Marilyn. "Uh, can we talk?"
"You're such an asshole!", she yelled at me.
I nodded. "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm here."
She just muttered, "You asshole!" She threw up her hands and tossed the dishtowel she was holding back in the kitchen. Then she went to the closet and reached in to grab her jacket. "Come on, asshole, let's take a walk." She stormed out of the apartment, and I quickly jumped after her.
I wasn't sure how this was working out, not at all. The last time we did this, she had already forgiven me in a letter before I came up. Lynette quickly took off to spend the weekend across the lake in Burlington, and Marilyn and I spent the weekend in bed together. Now she had gotten me out of the apartment, and I didn't see Lynette packing for an impromptu weekend away. I caught up to Marilyn and walked beside her down towards the nearest elementary school. She sat down on a bench, so I sat down next to her. "Can we talk?"
"You asshole!" Marilyn punched me in the arm. It didn't really hurt. She hit like a girl. Still time to keep my mouth shut.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.", I told her.
"Asshole!" she hit me again. She repeated this a couple more times, and I just sat there until she seemed to run out of steam. I waited a minute more and then apologized again, and she hit me again. This was definitely not how I had envisioned our reunion.
Finally she stopped and we sat there besides each other. She leaned against me at that point and called me an asshole again, and I put my arm around her shoulders. I just whispered how sorry I was to her, and she cried against my shoulder, calling me an asshole every few minutes. Eventually she stopped crying and sat upright again, still close enough that I had an arm around her shoulders. "You never said if I was forgiven or not.", I said, which simply earned me another punch.
"Asshole!" Marilyn stood up and took my hand. She led the way back to the apartment, and left me standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Stay here. I'll be down if a couple of minutes." It was closer to fifteen minutes, but she couldn't tell time even if she was standing next to Big Ben. She was carrying a suitcase. She tossed that in the back seat of the rental car next to my bags. "Where are you staying?", she asked.
I shook my head. "Nowhere, yet. I came here directly from the airport."
"The Holiday Inn is on Route 3." She got into the car and I stood there in disbelief for a second before running around to the driver's side and jumped in. Marilyn needed to give me directions. Five minutes later I pulled up to the front of the Holiday Inn. Marilyn stayed in the car while I went in and registered, and then came out and drove around to the nearest door. We were in a room on the back side on the second floor. I grabbed my bags, and by the time I reached over to get Marilyn's, she already had hers in hand. Marilyn never carried her own bags!
I let us into the room and set my bags down. Marilyn set hers down as well, and then looked over at me and gave me a small smile. She took off her jacket, and didn't stop. She started undoing her blouse. I gave her a smile as well and tossed my hat on the table, and then unbuttoned my blouse, which is army talk for my jacket. We kept this up until we were both naked, and then climbed onto the bed.
"Uh, not to be rude, but are you still on the Pill?", I asked.
Marilyn punched me again, called me an asshole again, and then said, "Yes, damn it."
I breathed a sigh of relief and rolled towards her and took her in my arms. Marilyn moaned and reached between us and grabbed my cock. I returned the favor by lowering my face to her tits while I started fingering her clit. As soon as she was wet, I pushed her onto her back and climbed on top. Marilyn guided me inside and we made hurried love as she moaned and gasped and shuddered under me. I was moaning and gasping and shuddering as well, and it didn't seem like it took all that long before I was pumping a load into her.
I calmed down at that point, and as I lay on top of her, I asked, "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
That got me another "Asshole!" and a punch in the side. Then she began kissing me, and we started another round. Maybe I was forgiven after all.
Chapter 44: Diagnoses, Fraternal and Personal
Marilyn and I spent Friday evening and Saturday morning living on room service and screwing our brains out, with me apologizing and her punching me in between. By lunchtime Saturday she had gotten the mad out, and we went from makeup sex to regular hot monkey love sex. There was a massive change in attitude, though. We were much more serious about each other, and it was something I had noticed the first time as well. It was like we were no longer kids and girlfriend/boyfriend. Now we were adults, and we were committed to each other, even if we were only 20 or 21 at the time. Saturday we got dressed and I took her down to the mall and we went into a jewelry store and looked at engagement rings. I hadn't even asked her formally, but she looked at several and got sized for the ring, and I made a 50% deposit. I would return in a month, finish payment, and she would be my fiancé. We would make the formal announcement at Christmas, when I would visit the family and ask her father's permission.