Donna followed Konrad in her car to his condo. His place was only a few miles from the school and she parked in the spot next to his when they reached his home. The condo was well maintained and attractive, townhouse styled with wood features. Konrad rarely brought women here so he was nervous as he escorted Donna up the front walk and through the front door.
Donna took a few minutes to take in the place, checking out his book collection and other collectables. It was hard not to notice the large painting of an attractive young woman hanging on the wall by the stairs.
"That's Molly," Konrad told Donna. "Her sister made that painting for me after she died."
"She was a very beautiful woman," Donna said.
"I hope it doesn't bother you," Konrad replied with worry.
"We both had lives before this, Kon," Donna replied with understanding.
Konrad was relieved by her response. "Are you hungry?" He asked. "I can fix us some lunch or call out."
Donna suddenly pushed him against the wall and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him an intense lip lock that caught him by surprise. He kissed her back and his hands found their way down to her backside
as she rubbed her body against his.
"Oh Kon," She mumbled through the smooches. "Forgive me for being so forward and assuming."
Donna wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him against her, forcing him to hold her up by her backside. They kissed hard and long while rubbing against each other.
"Can we go upstairs?" Donna whispered, breaking from the kiss.
Konrad closed his eyes, unable to breathe. "Okay," he managed to say and he started carrying her up the stairs like a groom carrying his bride across the threshold.
Donna giggled and she kept her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder. Konrad experienced an occasional one night stand and a few flings over the years but nothing that lasted very long with little expectations. Somehow, this felt different, probably because Molly had recommended Donna to him in his vision or fantasy or whatever it was he had experienced earlier at the recreation area.
"You remind me of a very good feeling I haven't felt for a long time," Konrad confessed as he carried her into his bedroom.
"Same here," Donna whispered, giving him a passionate kiss. "A very good feeling," she exhaled.
Konrad carefully placed her on the bed. She lifted her legs up and he pulled off her sneakers while she unsnapped her jeans, lifting her backside up as he carefully pulled the jeans down her legs. Konrad stood straight and he pulled his polo shirt off over his head.
"That's an interesting cross around your neck," Donna observed from where she lay in her undies and shirt on the bed.
A stunned Konrad felt the cross with his hand, glancing down with disbelief at the realization that Molly's vision – or spirit – or whatever it was – had left the cross behind in reality and not just in his imagination.
"It was Molly's," he said, his voice breaking as he fell onto the bed with a brief wave of despair before quickly recovering, feeling a sense of renewal, gratitude and hope. ""Thank you for being here today," he told Donna with an honesty that rushed from his soul.
"Thank you for having me," she said, stroking his hair to help relax him. "This is nice." She took the cross in her hand and examined it. "A very beautiful spiritual piece of jewelry."
"Yeah," Konrad agreed.
"Will you take it off?" She asked.
"Take off your sweatshirt," he instructed.
Donna sat up with a grin and pulled the sweat shirt off over her head, revealing her lacy bra. Konrad took the cross off over his head and slipped it over hers.
"Oh, Konrad, I couldn't," a wide eyed Donna said as she touched the cross as it danged over her breasts.
"I want you to wear it," Konrad replied knowingly.
"Okay," she agreed, touching his lower lip with the tip of her finger. "For you."
Konrad stared at her for a long time. "Do you think it is possible for two people like us who have been through so much to love again?"
She nodded her head. "Yes."
"I do too," Konrad smiled as he dropped his head onto his pillow.
Donna was still sitting up. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra which fell onto the bed. She lifted her backside up off the bed and shimmied out of panties which she tossed aside. "I've always wanted to believe it's possible,' she said as she cuddled up against him. He pulled her close.
"What are you thinking about?" Donna asked after a long period of quietness.
"Nothing," Konrad replied.
"No, not really," he answered truthfully. "I mean it is 9/11 and there is some irony in that but I know Molly would want me to finally move on and be happy. I know she would wish me well."
Donna looked into his eyes and smiled. He put his hand on her thigh as she lay on her side facing him and she reached her hand up and stroked his hair again.
"I feel hopeful," Konrad told her. "I haven't felt this way in a very long time."
Donna lifted her head up and kissed him. Konrad smiled and pulled her to him, enough that she rolled on top of him, staring into his face as the cross dangled from her torso and rested on his chest. Konrad could literally feel his loneliness and sadness floating away as he kissed Donna passionately and with purpose, finding a connection that he never thought he'd experience again as he clutched her naked body.
"I'm glad you wished well," Donna whispered into his mouth.