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Episode 15 · 1 year ago

Meetcha in the Middle

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Noah and Ingrid are reunited at the opening of Bloom Brewery--but is Ingrid back in Indiana for good? Or is there a door number 3?

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Hayconsensual listeners, thank you somuch for listening to ten week, turnabout we're so excited to share theconclusion of this love story with you and, as we say, goodbye to Ingarda Noa.We want to talk to you about our next love story, Hook up state of mind,featuring your favorite loudmouth to New York City. Actress. CLEO season,too, takes us out of New York City to the set of Clio's. First big time. Filmshoot where a harmless, tinder hook up quickly proves to be not so harmless.If you're excited about clio story, there's all sorts of ways you cansupport consensual to bring Clio to your headphones asap click. The link inthe show, notes and donate to Argo Fun me to help bringclios story to life.Every little bit helps. You can also follow us on Instagram at consensualpod, subscribe to US wherever you listen, give us five stars and a ravingreview on Apple podcasts or just share the potcast with a friend or an enemy.You never know enemies have a way of turning to lovers, just ask Ingradenoah,speaking of which enjoy the end of ten weeks turnabout. If you've enjoyedlistening or preferred to read the Navella version, this story isavailable Onkindal, as of right now thinks again and enjoy it's been awhile. Since I've had a truewhite Christmas- and, let me just say Indiana in December, doesn't disappointat least right now, while the snow is still fresh and white and pretty Idon't even want to think about how gross this place will be by February. But for now I can enjoy it. Leaning myhead against the cool glass in the backseat of an oovere, admiring theendless cornfields covered in snow, the delicate naked trees along the highwayand the clear blue sky shining down...

...over it all it's the kind of winter day,that's deceptively cold, where the sun is out and everything is bright, butthe second you step outside every muscle in your body tenses up eachtrying its best to conserve body heat. I think you're, the last rider I'mgoing to be Takin. For the day, the oober driver says adjusting his wire,rimmed glasses and looking at me in the rear view, mirror with white thinninghair, a thick brown sweater and a saltan pepper go tee. He looks like anyother man over sixty around here, but after several years away, the sight ofhim warms my heart a little. You never see people who let themselves look thisnormal or this well old in New York that whole stereotype about New Yorkersretiring and moving to Florida. It's a stereotype for a reason. I could gomonths without seeing a single person who looks over fifty in that city. Isit up straight and meet his gaze in the mirror. Am I mhm big snowstorms Comin in laterthey're expecting six inches? At least I shake my head wrapping my scarfaround my neck. Well, shoot! I'm glad I caught you when I did then he smiles the corners of his eyes,crinkling you're on my way home half an hour later, we are pulling up in frontof a small ranch style house with Pale, yellow, siding, a dark red door and amassive elm tree out front. Just the sight of it makes my chestswell. I take a deep breath as the car rolls to a stop. Is this good? I did mybest to get you as close to the pathwer as possible. This is great think somuch get home safe. I climb out slinging my toat over my shoulder andpulling my suitcase out of the trunk. I've only made it about halfway up thedrive when the front door bursts open. My mother rushes toward me her armsraised high in the air. Oh Sweet: Are...

...you maded? She throws her arms aroundme and squeezes so tight. I can barely breathe her cropped, gray, hair tickles,my ear, her Purple Turtle, Nack rubbing against my chin. We would have pickedyou up at the airport. You know, I don't know why you insist on letting astranger drive. You places Hi mom, it's nice to see you too. She rocks US sidetoside before finally releasing she keeps her hands on my shoulders as shegives me a good onceover after thinking it over for a moment running herfingers through the ends of my hair. She brightens you're. So when did this happen? It's been thislength for a while. Can we do this inside it's freezing outhere. I try my best to ignore the hurt on her face. Of course, come in come inyour father is just warming up his famous sweetish meatballs. You dostilleat meat right, yes, mother, not that much has changed. She gives me asideway stare. Raising an eyebrow and pursing her lips doesn't sound. Thatway to me, I choose to ignore her comment. Instead,forcing a smile and walking briskly through the front door, I take a deepbroth when I walk inside smells great dad within moments. My Balding Flannelwearing bespectacled father appears in the hallway a huge smile spread acrosshis face. Hey there, ingy bear howthe, hell are Yo, I cringe internally at thedecades old nickname, but instead of saying anything, I smile and tug himhe's embarrassing sure, but he's my dad. What else is he supposed to be? I'mgood, I'm Gad. How are you, Oh, you know me, I'm doing just fine yeah evenon the High Banana Dia. I look between him and my mom and the two of US laughwhile my mom crosses her arms. Well,...

...excuse me for wanting you to stickaround for a few more years, not going anywhere. He looks at her insistentlyover his glasses yeah because of all those bananas I've been making. You eatmy dad's sizes and turns back to me. You see what happens when you're awaytoo long. Well, I'm here now o a small strangled squeal escapes from my mom'sthroat and her eyes grow misty. She Hooks her arm around my dad's waist andleans her head into his side, our baby girl. Finally, Back Ho my dad rubs hershoulder as she sniffles and pouts her lower lip she's always been annastalgic one. I guess I should have seen this coming. Okay. On that note,I'm a going to go on pack backing away. I escaped to my old bedroom, given thepristine state, they've left it in all these years, you'd think I'd died orgone missing, but then again I guess your only daughter up and moving to NewYork is pretty much the same thing. Still, it's eerie. Being back in my oldroom again with all my old band posters and pictures from football games, notto mention the old, pink and white floral comforter, on top of which I mayor may not have given my first hand job, but not before the horn dog promised tofinger me after which he didn't. Of course, I freaked out when he jizzed onmy hand without warning and told him to get the fuck out high school. I've only just slipped, my blackbooties off. When I hear a soft knock on the bedroom door, I turned to findmy mom leaning against the door frame that same wistful smile on her face.Long time, no see I pull a couple sweaters out of my suitcase. Oh, thoseare pretty. She slips into the room,...

...taking the soft fabric between herfingers and grunting in approval. I give her a sidelong glance. As I hangmy coat in the small closet, she clicks her tongue and sits down on the edge ofmy bed. I know I know you probably want some time to yourself, but it's just you haven't been here in years. ingred.You can say nothing's going on all you want, but that noa bloom must besomething special if he brought you back to Indiana, I'm not back. I'm justvisiting. She narrows her eyes sweetheart. This is your firstChristmas in the Midwest, since the Obama Administration, you are back evenif you aren't staying, I don't respond. My fingers landing on a small stack ofpapers tucked into the inside pocket of my toat, my heart jumps and not formsin my stomach. When I look back at my mom, hereyebrows are pulled high into her forehead or have your plans changed? ISigh pulling the papers out of the bag and holding them to my chest. If I showyou something, will you promise not to Freak out Oh ingred ifyou're in some kind of trouble? N? No, it's I glanced at the door and lower myvoice. It's about noah sweetheart, don't whisper on account of your father.He knows everything I stifle. A GROAN must not regress to sixteen year. Old.ingred must be the adult that sixteen year old ingred so desperately wantedto be right. So since NOA left New York, he and I havebeen exchanging letters. She squeaks and immediately cllaps ahand over her mouth, her eyes wide and apologetic she whispers between herfingers goon. He sent the first one and I thought it was corny but also kind ofsweet. Cleo said it felt like a plot...

...line in nineteen forties, wartimemellodrama she gasps and clutches my thigh Kasablanka Inad Bergman. Ohsweethearte's destiny, not exactly the kind of ending I'm looking for here.She sways her head in partial agreement, her hands still tight on my thigh, butthe wron man I glanced down at her hand and then back up to her. May I continueshe waves for me to go on sorry. Sorry, please! I just I don't know. Can I just read this part:Do you at this point? I have no idea where we're at she nods a little tooenthusiastically and I unfold the letter along its well worn. CREASESNOA's handwriting is more like a scrawl. His large jagged letters crammedtogether on the line, it's weird to think about him sitting somewhere andwriting this to me. But at the same time, the thought sends a tingle downmy spine, okay, so dear Ingrid Blah Blah Blah answering my questions fromthe end of my last letter. Here, it is thanks for your help with the grandapplication I send it today and if all goes well, I should hear back at theend of the month when I think about the opening your face is the only one Icare about seeing in the crowd and Masons I'll kill that little assle. Ifhe doesn't back me up with this thing anyways, I can't think you enough if Ihad any money left to throw round at anything besides the brewery I'd, sendyou flowers. Is that a lame thing to say damn I gotto start writing these in pencil and then he goes on for a while about thisfancy pen. He picked up at some paper good store before he left New York. So what do you think? I look up to find mymom less animated than I expected she's staring at the wall. Her face totallyblank, except for a small, deep line between her brows when she finallyspeaks. She still doesn't look at me...

...crossing her arms and staring at thewall, which grant were you helping him apply to? Oh, my God, mom seriously,it's an honest question: the Louthgren Beloofgrin, as in Dorothy Lofgrin,that's a lot of money. Did he get it? Yes, obviously, that's why the breweryis opening tonight. Oh, that's, wonderful! Good! For him! I stare at mymother expectantly for a few moments before taking a loud, deep breath. Anyother thoughts you'd like to share about the letter. Well, I thought it was very nice and sweethart. I'm not sure. Iunderstand what you're looking for right. Now I throw my hands in the air.Anything would be great mom, my mom winces and I immediately feel guiltyand there's sixteen year old. INGRID LOOK! I'm sorry! I just I have no idea. What's going on withNoah right now, and I was hoping a fresh pair of eyes would help shed somelight on this situation. It sounds to me like he really likes you Ingri Groanand bury my face in my hands. He does wo. Is that line she takes the letterin her hand, squinting and holding the paper at arm's length. While she readsyour face, is the only one I care about seeing in the crowd come on Angridyou're, a smart girl, unless you don't want him to like you, I look up to find her peering at mewith her eyebrows raised the look on her face more concerned and ampatheticthan I was expecting. A Pang of emotion radiates through mychest, part sadness that this is the first time my mom and I have connectedlike this in years and part joy that we're doing it now. I tuck one leg under the other and runa hand through my hair feeling ready to be fully honest with her for the firsttime since...

Shit. I couldn't even tell you it's notthat I just don't know what we're doing. I really really like him, mom surewe've kept in touch since he left and sure that's gone well, or I wouldn'teven be here. It just feels, like everything has been leading up to thisexact moment in time, and I have no idea what happens next. My mom growsquiet weighing my words when she finally does speak. She placesa hand on my knee and gives it a reassuring squeeze. It sounds like nowis a good time to start figuring out what you want to have happened. Next, Idon't respond. She smiles and releases my kneestanding and taking a deep, meaningful sigh. She clasps her hands together and walksto the door I'll leave you to get ready. Your father wants to leave in about anhour he's worried about parking once shedisappears down the hallway I flop onto my back. My Mom's comment aboutfiguring out what I want ringing in my ears. She's right, I know she's right, butthat doesn't make figuring it all out any easier long distance feels so college. Maybe if one of us were willing to move,then we could make it work, but but spending the rest of ourrelationship living in different parts of the country in places that are sodifferent. They might as well be different worlds that doesn't just sound like heartbreak.It sounds like disaster. I pull my phone out of my bag and startmindlessly scralling through instogram to quiet the thoughts whirling in myhead within minutes. I end up on Noah'saccount for probably the seventeenth time today habitually refreshing. Thepage, even though I know from an embarrassing amount of experience thathe hasn't posted since the end of his...

...program. Six months ago, to my surprise and instant excitement,a new postpopsup, it's a picture of Noah in a black tshirt bearing thebrewery logo, holding a tall, pint glass of what I'm assuming is his beer. I'm not surprised to see photocradghost to Noah's brother Mason thinking about those two together sends me rightback to high school. Mason was only a year ahead of us, but the two of themalways had a classic brother, dynamic supercompetitive about everything fromwho started on the football team to who had the hottest bromdate. They gaveeach other a lot of shit over the years, but at the end of the day they alwayshad each other's backs. So it's no surprise that Mason is right there withhis brother on one of the most important days of his life. Seeing Noah's face even just throughthe screen, makes my chest ache. At the same time, a small knot ofdesire tigtens between my legs at the thought of seeing him later tonight. Istare at the screen, letting myself feel what I'm feeling for him fully forthe first time, the excitement, the fear, the longing, the joy, the panic, the pain I've spent the last six months sotightly wound around myself, so afraid of what might happen. If I actually letsomeone in I barely recognized it when something real and challenging andbeautiful blossomed within me all at once. It hits me I'm falling in love with him and no amount of hiding or avoiding orpretending will change that it wasn't part of my plan and I sure,as Hel, don't know what to do about it.

But I do know one thing I have to tell him and I have to find out if he feels thesame way. The high from my new revelation carriesme, through the next hour of doing my hair, fixing my makeup and fieldingpurposeful glances and cryptic comments from my mother, who seems to havemistaken our recent bonding experience as an open invitation to gossip, likewe're starring in some Gilmor girl's reboot, showing up to an event with my parentsin the same car they drove when they dropped me off on my first day ofschool. No less makes me feel like an infant. The second, the cold night airhits my face. I can feel a little bit of that steel resolve from earlierslipping away. Clouds of doubt and anxiety are forming in my head,threatening to brew into a full blown storm. It must be showing on my face, becausemy mom grabs my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze before nodding andlooping her arm through mine, steering me toward the large brick building inside we're instantly greeted by twohuge stainless steel kegs and a neat pile of brewing kits along with tshirts and coozies sporting. The Bloom Brewing logo. We follow the crowd downa short hallway, which leads to a long polished oak bar and a series ofmatching tables exposed. Edison Bulb, strung along the scenli catch, aglimpse of Noah. On the other side of the room, and my heart leaps into mythroat he's wearing the same shirt. He was on the instagram post, but thesmile on his face is bigger than any photo could capture. He shakes somebody's hand, leaning into hear them over the din of the crowd. Before throwing his head back withlaughter the sight of his dimples, making my chest swell, he claps the man on the shoulder. Irecognize him now, as our old now...

...retired, gym teacher and turns in mygeneral direction to greet someone else for a moment. Our eyes meet and hebeams even whider, causing me to do the same. My heart, speeding so hard in my chest.I feel like I might pass out. I love this man so fucking much, I genuinely don't know if I can handleit. I'm brought back to Earth by a boomingvoice, calling over the crowd. It's Mashon who's banging a mug against therepurposed wood bar to get the crowd's attention. The chatter fades as we wait for him tosay something, but instead he gestures towards his brother, everyone, let'sSuir for our founder Mister, Noah, bloom, there's an outburst of applause andwhistles and Noah complies climbing up on to the bar he's kind of sexy up there doing histhing taking charge. I take a moment to remind myself thatmy parents, and literally every other adult who raised me, is also in thisroom. Thank you all so so so much for being here tonight for the grandopening of bloom brewing. This has been a dream of mine for manyyears now, and it wasn't until recently that I felt like I had the tools, thesupport and the resources to follow through on it. Some of you may knowthat I spent this past summer in a business development program in new Yor. I know I know I used to feel the sameway, but it turns out it's not all that bad. After all, his eyes find me in thecrowd and he smiles the kind of smile that makes my insides melt into ahelpless puddle God, Damn those fucking Baby BluesAnyway. Drinks are ound. The house...

...tonight for locals only but I'd bedamne surprised to find any nubies in this place tonight and if any of my oldstudents are here well, I hope you all like roof heere the crowd swarms around him as heclimbs back down behind the bar to start pouring drinks, his brother Masonand a couple of other townies. I vaguely recognized joining him andpitching in I set my parents up at a table withsome of their friends and volunteer to grab as many drinks as I can carry.Then I wriggle my way through the crowd. By the time I belly up to the bar. Onlyhalf the crowd is dissipated. The other half is already getting rowdy andimpatient behind me. Well I'll, be damned wheeler. The fucking dealerMason sees me throwing a dish rag over his shoulder. I never thought you'd setfoot in this one horse, town again Haymason, it's nice to see you againtoo noah whips around his face lighting up when he sees me and suddenly he'shopping over the bar wrapping me up in his arms and pulling me into the kindof deep tow, curling kiss that's worth coming to Indiana for Oh, Oh God, I can feel my cheeks turningRed Noa releases me his eyes shiningdimples as pressent as ever in his cheeks. I'm suddenly aware of every eyeon us, the storm of small town gossip slowly creeping in. I give him a look nodding to the throngof Perky eared people behind me and Noah smiles knowingly taking my hand inhis mison watch. The barferboot his brother gives him a two finger salutein response, taking the lead on the Keg, while Noa pulls me through the crowd,...

...we come to a stop in front of a tallbarnstyle door and noa drops my hand to fish a ring of keys out of his pocket within seconds. He unlocks the door andslides it open. Gesturing me in a mischievous, grin spreads across hisface step into my office. I can't help the blush that spreads across my cheeks,as I suddenly remember that particular role play we resorted to so many timesover the summer. The room he's taken me to is less an office and more a storagespace with a huge window on one wall and a plastic folding table and ahighbacked leather office chair in the center. He slides the door pertiallyclosed behind him and I side step around a couple. F cardboard boxes totake a better look around is not finished it. We poured every scent intogetting this place operational for the opening I'm still working from home,mostly, but once we start turning out a profit, I'll move, my works Tup hereget a real desk, some princes for the walls, a Barhart, maybe inod, watchinghis hands as he fiddles with his key ring being alone with him. Now, after allthose months apart, my skin feels electric every nerve on end waiting forhim to touch me again. I take a step toward him. Noa thisplace is it's incredible. It's pretty fuckingunreal. How do you feel good? Really Good? Actually you deserve it. I can't wait any longer. I close thedistance between us and take his hands in mine. He looks down at or handsrubbing his thumb along my knuckles. When he looks back up at me, the smileis gone, his eyes almost misty, I didn't know if you'd actually come. Itold you. I bought a plane ticket yeah, but you still could have skipped out inthe opening. Don't think I forgot about...

...that. Pisswater Comin you made I thatbrewery in New York. I still think it's Pisswater, but this is pisswater thatyou made it has a special place in my heart are saying I have a special placein your heart. His Blue Eyes bore into mine my heart's speating, so fast. Iswear. He can hear it too. If ever there was a moment to tell himhow I feel it's now. I just need to open my mouth and say it simple, easy as pie, but instead I just stare into his eyespractically watching the moment pass me by. Instead, I just squeeze his hands. Don't get any ideas, he's unfaced pulling me closer to him.What kind of ideas you know just so I know which ones not to goour faces areinches apart now I can feel his breath on my skin, the warmth of his body,radiating next to mine ideas about me. Staying that flight wasn't in one way Wen youhoadburk after Christmas clear and I have New Year's plans. He nods andlooks up at the ceiling when he looks back into my eyes. A huge smile isspread across his face: Ogr, OK, his eyes, crinkle, the smile on hisface getting sillier and Sillier. I thought you might say that, which iswhy I have something for you. Oh he nods reaching into his pocket andpulling the ring of keys back out you're, giving me a key to your brewery. JUSTLISTEN OKA! He takes a deep breath before continuing look. I I wasn't sure what would happen after Ileft New York.

The feelings I developed through whileI was there were way stronger and waid scarier than anything I could have everimagined and leaving rightis things were getting serious for me. Was it was hard? I knew I could never ask you to uprootthe life you've built for yourself in the city, but I also knew that I had to see thisbrewery project through. I thought about it and thought about it. I continued to think about it and thenI came up with a solution. I'm not following. He picks a pair ofsmall, Shiny Silver keys out of the loop and places them in my palm. It's aplace, a studio actually in Pittsburgh, smacked ab in the middle of here NewYork. I stare down at the keys then up at him, then back down to the keysagain Noa. I all I'm asking is for a fewweekends away. He places his hands on my waist. Nothing drastic, but I can't go another six monthswithout being able to see you or touch you in this way. We'll have some place.That's not just yours and not just mine, it'll be ours. I keep staring at thekeys, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes, this man, this stupid, beautiful, wonderful man,but what about Rita? Woll figure it out. I love you ingard and right now. It's the only thing thatmatters. My mouth falls open quickly forming into a smile. I throw my armsaround his neck, crushing my lips to his as the keys clattered the groundbeneath us. When we park, I placed my hand on his cheek running my thumb overhis double. You should have led with that,...

...because I love you too we kiss again and my stomach does about a dozenbackflips after we resurface. I glance over myshoulder measuring the roar of the steadily buzzed crowd. I look back at Noah and move my hipsinto his running my fingers through the back of his hair. How much longer doyou think we have before they really start to miss you? He gives me a slightly scandalized look,but the stirring behind his zipper tells me he catches my drift here. Nohis eyes DART to the door, which is still cracked open, you're the bossRigh got a curse in the place; sometimes he laughs and throws his headback. Pretending not to notice me backing him up into the leather officechair. He sits down and I straddle him please to feel a bulge forming under myleg. What do you say? Mister Bloom? Are youready for this? Yes, Noah smiles. I've been waiting for thisfor a long time. Ten Week, turnabout is written byAmelia J rose produced by consensual, creating steamy feminist first romancefor riot girls, special thanks to baby money and the downpae for the use ofour themesong. Oh boy head sound engineer, John mcna mixing by spirallight creative, mastering by Adin Dablora, follow us at conventual pod onInstagran and follow at B Noa bloon and at be ingard wheeler to watch this leftstory play out on your instruent feet. This episode was performed by AlisonBrichell Travisdonahu, Stephen Lewis, Nixtraus and R J CCOT thinks forlistening to consensual pot romance for riot. Girls want to read the evil. TenWeek Turnabout by Amelia J rose is now...

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