The Heart - Sex Stories

The Heart

... hopped of his bike and the spry way he entered the diner each day. He would smile at Emily when she said, “Let me guess,” and Emily could see the lively twinkle in his eyes, but then he would get quiet, look away, open his notebook, reading over what was there and Emily thought, What a strange man. “So, Walt, how did you end up in Tomkinsville? We’re kind of in the middle of nowhere.” “Good question,” Walter answered, shaking his head. “I’ve been trying to figure that one out myself.” “Really? You don’t know why you ended up here?” she asked, holding the coffeepot out to the side and looking into Walter’s puzzled eyes. “But here I am.” He shrugged his shoulders. “So, tell me, I’m curious, Tomkinsville doesn’t seem like a place where someone like you would want to live. “Like me? What do you mean, like me?” “I don’t know. You just show up and start coming everyday for coffee and pie, hardly ever talk to anyone, just you and your bike and you say you write poetry. You’re different, that’s what I mean. I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s almost like you don’t belong here.” “Really? Is that what you think?” Walter put down his pen and took a sip of his coffee. He took a deep breath. “Well, it’s hard to explain, but I’m here because I think I do belong here, but I’m not sure why.” “That’s weird. What makes you think you belong here?” Walter sighed, looking down at his journal then back at Emily. “Well, the day I was released from the hospital, my friend, Al, who, at that time was my ...

... only friend, said he wanted to take me for a long drive in the country to get fresh air, see the farms, the cows. He said it would be good for me, told me he liked taking long drives and thought he would treat me to a day in the country. That’s what he said.” Emily nodded, listening, “So did you like that?” she asked, probing like she always did when people confided in her. “Yes, I did. We drove from Philly, then when we got to the Susquehanna River and went over the bridge, we turned on River Road and drove through a lot a little towns--some only two blocks long, some with signs showing how high the river got in the flood of 1955, then we came into Tomkinsville, and I saw this diner and the park and Partridge's Drug Store, and the high school and for some reason, I asked Al to stop the car. I said, “Stop. I want to look around this town and Al looked at me like I was crazy. ” “So did you?” Emily asked. “‘Why the hell do you want to look around this nothing town?’” he asked me. “‘I don’t know. I just do,’” I told him. “‘Come on, just stop for a few minutes.’” So, he did. He pulled over in front of McGregor’s hardware store on the next block and I got out and I walked around. I even walked up to this diner and stood outside looking at it and thought about going in like I was drawn to it. I wanted to go in and get a cup of coffee, but Al said, “‘Let’s get going,’” and so that was that. We drove on for awhile, then went over another bridge and came back on the other side of the ...