I looked at them again. The last letter was dated two days previous. “I see. Well, I don't know what to say, Lynn. I mean, of course I'm tremendously grateful. But… why?"
She got up and walked to the window. “I wanted to give you some options. I thought your writing deserved a chance, and I wanted to show you I really do love you, Jane."
I followed her and hugged her. “No matter what happens to us, I will always love you, Lynn. But what options?"
“You don't have to always be a janitor, for one thing. You can be just a writer, and take care of your own benefits,” she explained, resting her hands on my chest.
I couldn't let her go. “You mean, you still don't wanna tell your friends you're seeing a janitor,” I pointed out.
“Okay, Jane, I won't lie. Yes, it does bother me. On the other hand, you could at least admit that you are not a professional janitor! It's what you do to pay the bills. It's neither a profession nor a cause. Isn't that true?"
“Workers of the world, unite!” I announced.
“Oh, shut up,” she said, and we both laughed.
“Lynn, you amaze me. I had no idea. You said nothing for so long!” I took her back to the couch to sit down.
“How could I? I had to have some results. I waited until I had all the answers,” she said, curling herself into my side.
I hated to ruin the moment, but something more had to be said. “But listen, Lynn, I'm still a lesbian, and you're still in public secondary education in a jerkwater county in Florida. You can't come out; I can't stay in. Except that I may be able to stop being a janitor, it doesn't change the basic problem between us."
“No, you're right. That doesn't, but this does.” She handed me the last envelope, the one she hadn't given me before. It was from CFU, the big university where she taught part-time.
I slid the letter out. “Dear Dr. Jeffries, it is with great pleasure that we offer you the appointment of instructor in the department of…” I stopped and looked at her. “You applied for a job? I thought you said…"
“I know, I know. Just listen to me. Don't say anything until I'm done,” she requested. Her eyes were filling with tears again. She was seriously stressed out, and I could relate very easily to that.
“All right, Lynn. Go on."
“I can take early, partial retirement from the county right now. I've been in the system long enough. This job at CFU doesn't have tenure, at least not yet, but it has benefits. I could retire again in fifteen or twenty years. Actually, you only need ten, but obviously, the longer, the more money. And if I work there, I can be out. You can still be a janitor, and nothing else will matter. So I'm leaving it up to you. Should I accept the position? If I take it, will you… be with me?"
“I… I don't think I should be the one making this decision,” I objected. But it was so exciting! “And you won't be the boss, you'll be a drone, and you'll resent me."
Lynn was nodding agreement. “I know what you're saying, but look, I have had two perfectly miserable months to figure out exactly what matters to me. I'm 45 years old, Jane. Do you know what the chances are of finding a husband after 40? How about for a cranky little bitch of a Ph. D. who wants to run the whole show? I'm looking at a cold, lonely bed and no one to share any of this with.” She waved her hand at the perfectly decorated great room in which we were sitting. “Teaching at a university is very respectable. I will still publish and present all over the world. I can eventually become a professor. I'm not giving up much but the corner office and the private potty. If all I have to do to get you back is walk down the hall to pee, I'll do it!” She pulled out tissues and went back to crying.
I rubbed her back, but I couldn't help laughing. “Well, it all sounds very nice and hard to resist, and you're frying my brain. I don't know what to say, but I don't think I should give you a final answer without thinking this all through."
Lynn sighed. “No, of course not.” She took a deep breath and began again. “When I found out you left the school, I was terrified you were gone for good. I called your house from a pay phone. I called my friends at the county to see where you went. When I found out you were still here, I was finally able to sleep again,” she related. “And then the application, and the letters to the publishers took forever, and I couldn't say anything until I was in a position to make you an offer. I was so afraid you would find someone else."
“In two months? Oh, Lynn! You're a lot harder to get over than that.” No need to tell her about Bev then, if ever.
Lynn shifted to look at me. “Really?"
I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. My lover was back in my arms and she wanted to stay.
She asked hesitantly, “Would you like to stay for… anything? Lunch? Dinner? Supper?"
“I would like to stay, yes,” I whispered, and I leaned down to kiss her.
In seconds, she was on her back, pulling me over on top of her. “Baby,” she sighed. “Don't you ever leave me again."
I rested there, totally unable to think. I didn't know exactly where we would end up, but this was a monumental breakthrough in her philosophy about our relationship. In effect, she had proposed. I would need something more specific in order to make changes and commitments myself, but this was an excellent start.
“Lynn,” I murmured, surrendering to her kiss, “I have missed you so bad."
Her tongue slid between my lips and we were quiet for the longest time, getting reacquainted, loving the feel of each other again. Although I had been with Bev just the night before, I was ready for Lynn. I had been ready for her for two months. I had taught myself to manage without her, but I had always been ready to return to her if she had given me any hope whatsoever.
She rolled us over. I slid my hands under her tank top and undid her bra. She helped me get it off and I tossed it aside. Her breasts fell into my hands as if they had never been anywhere else, and both of us groaned a little at the sensation.
“Do you want me?” Lynn whispered, thrusting her thigh between my legs and making me arch.
“Ohhhhh, God, yes,” I panted. “But I need you to take me. Be my dominant, Lynn. I need you that way, especially now. Please."
Her response was to drive my legs farther apart. “Pull my pants down,” she instructed, and when I had done so, she growled, “Pleasure me, slave."
“Mistress,” I whispered, reaching up into her.
“Mmmmm,” Lynn sighed, relaxing. But she only let me take her so far and then she was up and off me.
“Stay there until I call you, and get undressed,” she said, scooping up her things. She went to the back of the house and the door closed behind her.
I undressed and sat there, looking down the hall after her, torn between elation and terror. It was wonderful and beyond my wildest dreams to be back in Lynn's house and Lynn's life, but dreadful to be so dependent upon the whims of another for all of my happiness. It seemed this was what life always boiled down to: either being lonely and alone, or terrified of losing the one you're with. The third alternative, being with someone you don't love, was part of and worse than alone. How I envied religious people who managed to bypass the whole mess by devoting their lives to God. Unfortunately, I was too old and jaded to delude myself with anything like that. I was back in the reality where if I couldn't have Lynn, I would die. If she dumped me again, I was sure I would go over the edge and stay there.
Therefore it was with considerable trepidation that I rose to go down the hall to her bedroom when she called me. Try telling yourself at a moment like that, if it doesn't work out, you will just pick up the pieces and get on with your life. I knew damn good and well that losing her would be devastating, and that if I left now, before I made love to her, it would hurt less.
Knowing all that, I did it anyway.
Chapter Nineteen
Lynn looked magnificent. She had lit candles again and wore only her boots and gloves. She carried the crop and, as soon as she saw me start down the hall, she ordered me to my belly and made me crawl the entire distance until my lips touched the toes of her boots.