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our imagination.   You can't prove anything.”   I kissed him back, anyway.   “Hey!   What are you doing?”   I slapped his hand away from my dress.
    “Proving it.   You have a freckle here,” he touched my
right hip.   “And here,” he pointed
right above the bikini line on the left side.   “And here.”   I closed my eyes as he lightly caressed
my right upper inner thigh.
    “No I don't,” I lied.
    “Liar.”   I gasped as he stroked me through the
cotton.   “And I know you liked
this.”
    “We can't, we're not married,” I
protested.
    “Then it's a good thing we're
married.”
    My body tightened up at the deja
vu.   Eddie sighed, but gave me a
quick kiss and moved down to the other end of the couch.
    “So you're saying we went to the
Middle Ages and got married?   Do you
really think that's possible?”
    He grinned.   “I never said we went to the Middle
Ages.   Two people?   Hallucinating the same thing?”
    “It didn't happen,” I
insisted.   I got up and found the
blue box, and took out the ring.   “See?   Nothing.”   I put it on and off, crossing mental
fingers that nothing would actually occur.
    Eddie pulled me down on the couch
next to him.   “I put it on you,
maybe that's what needs to happen.”   He did so, but nothing occurred.
    “You're imaging things.   We're not married.”   I left the ring on anyway.   “I want to go back to my hotel. I think
I'm done with seeing things for the day.”   I shuddered.   I wanted to see
New York, not the original York back in the day.
    “I really think we should talk
about this.”
    “I really don't want to.”   I matched his gaze levelly, and kept it
for a minute before closing my eyes and curling up into a ball again.   “Please.”
    He hesitated.   “Will you still come to see the show
with me?   And dinner?”
    “Not dinner,” I said firmly.   “Sorry, but I want more people
around.   I'll meet you at the
theater.   I promise I'll be there.”   Watching a Broadway production seemed
like a blast of normalcy in an abnormal day.
     
    If I wasn't going to the theater
with Eddie for the second night in a row, I would have worn the red dress
again; no one else in New York knew me, so no one would notice the wardrobe
gaffe.   Eddie would notice, though,
and I certainly didn't want him ogling my breasts again.   After earlier today, I didn't trust him
to keep his hands off.   After
earlier today, I didn't think I trusted myself to push his hands off.   Going through the few clothes I had
brought with me, I decided on a floor length tan skirt with gold threaded
through it, and an off white sleeveless top that I normally wore a jacket
over.   It was cut high enough to not
allow easy viewing down, but I still felt self conscious, and ended up throwing
a flowered scarf around my neck as distraction.
    As Eddie had said, the seats
weren't as good for that night's play.   They were halfway back in the theater, on one of the wings.   The view was still great, and nothing out
of the ordinary happened during the first act.   That changed after intermission, though.
    My silk scarf kept getting caught
on the rough fabric seats, and I had removed it and laid it on my lap early in
the performance.   I was bored
waiting for the show to start back up again, and played with the ring, twirling
it around, moving it from one finger to another.   As the curtain came up and the announcer
set the scene, Eddie put his hand over mine.
    “Quit fidgeting.   You're going to drop it.”   He slid the ring on my finger again,
then we were standing on a cobblestone street, surrounded by stone buildings
that were an awful lot like the real version of the set we were just in front
of.
     
    “Well, so much for plausible
deniability.” I sighed.
    “Um-hum,” Eddie said, not paying
attention to the town.   He was fully
fixated on what the square neck of my shirt, sans covering scarf,   was doing to my ample bosom.   He