Dara Joy - High Energy

Joy, Dara - High EnergyHigh Energy Dara Joy CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter One ^ "Men? Boil them in oil!" "You don't mean that." "Cut off their" "Zanita!" Zanita grinned at her friend Mills. "lying tongues." "Uh-huh." "I was going to say lying tongues." "Sure." "Okay, so I wasn't. Anyhow, I am through, through, through!" Mills sighed dramatically. "Haven't I heard this before?" "I mean it this time, Mills." Zanita slammed her palms down on the kitchen table for emphasis. "I have had it!" "Really. "Will you be serious? I'm trying to have a discussion here." Mills sat back in her chair. "Is that what this is? And here I thought you came all the way over here for a good old rant-and-rave session." Zanita threw up her hands in disgust. "That too!" She looked dismally down into her mug. "It certainly wasn't for your coffee." "Watch it. "It certainly wasn't for your coffee." "Watch it.

Everyone loves my coffee. Just because you happen to prefer brew a spoon can stand up in doesn't make you a reliable critic. And we are getting off the subjectsomething you are remarkably good at, Zanita." "Well, what did you expect?" Mills raised an eyebrow. "Lucidity? Rationality? Perhaps a modicum of believability?" "All right." Zanita looked her square in the eye. "It wasn't." "What wasn't?" Zanita slumped in her chair. "It wasn't any good." Mills peered at her friend as if she had just come off Mars.

Since people often wore that expression around her, Zanita chose to ignore it. "You didn't!" "I did." She exhaled. "I don't want to talk about it." "Then why did you bring it up?" Mills gave her a smug look. "Okay, okay." Her friend knew her too well. No big surprise. "Blah?" "You're looking at me like that again." "Like what?" "Like I come from the mysterious face of Mars." "Sorry." Mills leaned forward in her chair. "But we are talking about Rick, aren't we? Your current paramour?" "My last, late paramour." Zanita ran a hand distractedly through her short black curls. "And why are you so shocked?" Mills leveled her a look. "I shall count the reasons." She ticked her fingers off one by one. "First, as I recall, wasn't it you who said you would never get involved with anyone again after Steve left you with nothing to remember him by except a mountain of debt?" Zanita closely examined the flowers on the wallpaper to her left. "I guess that was me," she mumbled. "And wasn't it you who waited two years before going out again with anyone else?" Zanita peered at the intricate pattern on the tile floor. "I guess that was me also." Mills nodded to emphasize Zanita's admission. "And wasn't it you who's been dating Rick for three months, telling the poor guy, who happens to be crazy about you, that you want nothing more from him than a platonic friendship?" Zanita drummed her fingers on the tabletop. "So what's your point?" Mills zoomed in. "What made you suddenly sleep with the guy?" she bellowed. "And it's a little hard for me to believe a man like Rick would be 'blah' in bed." Zanita hiked her shoulders. "I don't know why. "I don't know why.

Maybe I was curious." "Curious? What kind of a reason is that?" "I don't know!" "I can understand passion, or a mad, wild fling, or even good old-fashioned horniness, but curiosity?" "Get off my case, will you?" Mills felt instantly contrite. "I'm sorry, Zani, it was just so unlike you. You weren't turned on in the least?" Zanita grimaced. "No. And despite what you believe, 'blah' describes the experience perfectly. "Did you ?" "No." Zanita ran her index finger around the rim of her cup; she was about to make a terrible confession. "Mills, I'veI've never." Mills eyebrows shot up. "Not ever?" Zanita sunk further into her chair. "Nope." "Not even with Steve?" She sighed. "Not even with Steve." Both women were silent for a few moments, the absolute seriousness of the subject demanding the proper respect. "Not even with Steve." Both women were silent for a few moments, the absolute seriousness of the subject demanding the proper respect.

Zanita took a gulp of coffee. "Do you think it's me? I don't think it's me." Mills was outraged. "Of course it isn't you!" The two friends sat in silence pondering the dilemma. Finally, Zanita broke the silence. "Well, what is it, then?" As was Mills' habit when she was deep in thought, she took a large sip of coffee, then slowly lowered her mug to the table. Zanita knew she wouldn't speak until the sound of the cup hitting the table had faded away.

At that precise moment, Zanita could count on Mills having an inspiration. Here it comes, she thought; the woman's a genius. Mills looked straight at her and pronounced, "It wasn't right." Zanita's violet eyes blinked twice. "That's it? It wasn't right?" She dropped her head to the table. "Jeez, Mills, give me a break." "Think about it." "No." Came the muffled reply from the tabletop. "Think about it.

With Steve, subconsciously you never really trusted himfor good reason, I might addso you couldn't let your guard down, so to speak. There was always something missing. As for Rick" Zanita lifted her head slightly from the table. "Please, no more psychobabble, I beg you." Mills continued unperturbed. "With Rick, there was nothing. No lust. No lust.

Ergo no fulfillment." Zanita sat back up. "You really think so?" "Yes. Zanita, I've known you practically all my life. When you're in doubt about something, you always hold back. You withdraw into yourself." "I do?" She thought about it a moment. I do. I do.

I never realized that before." "On the other hand, when you feel strongly about something, you jump right into it, head first, no holds barred." Zanita's tone became distinctly cool. "Are you saying I leap before I look?" "Drop the affronted act. Face it, girlfriend, you are not by nature a person who is concerned about the end justifying the means." "Meaning?" Mills stretched her arms out. "Meaning, you act first, then live with the consequences later." "So, Dr. Ruth, what does this all have to do with my problem?" "Everything. "We both know there isn't a man in existence who could befuddle me in that manner." Mills started giggling, saw Zanita's expression, and quickly placed a hand over her mouth. "What is so funny? You are supposed to be my friend." "It's just that I suddenly got this mental picture of some man coming along, tricking you into playing the shell game, and when you don't guess correctly, throwing you over his shoulder and hauling you off to bed." Their eyes met and they both burst out laughing. "Talk about slight of hand" This caused another round of laughter. "Please" Zanita gasped, holding her sides. "The hand," Mills giggled, "is quicker than the eye!" "Stop!" "N-now you see it" Mills couldn't finish, she was laughing so hard. "The hand," Mills giggled, "is quicker than the eye!" "Stop!" "N-now you see it" Mills couldn't finish, she was laughing so hard.

Zanita groaned. "That's terrible." Mills wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Oh, I needed that. Didn't you say something about a seminar tonight?" "Yes, thanks for reminding meI need to get down to the student union at Hampshire to sign up for it." Zanita reached for a cookie on the table. Mills automatically joined her. "They are goodgive me another one." "Here, take the whole bagplease." She pushed the bag to Zanita. "They are goodgive me another one." "Here, take the whole bagplease." She pushed the bag to Zanita.

Zanita pushed it back. "No way. I couldn't stand to see them staring at me in the middle of the night." "They never last to the middle of the night here." Mills sighed as she took another cookie. "So what's the seminar on?" "Psychic development," she mumbled around a chocolate chip. "I didn't know you were interested in stuff like that." "I'm notI want to do a piece on this guy who's been going around telling people he's a psychic healer. I've heard some disturbing things about him, but I haven't been able to substantiate anything yet.