To My Place

As if my words cuts through her despair, “Thank you Graeme!” Kissing my cheek, thrilling me deep inside so much that I wanted to kiss her on the lips and never let go. Breaking our embrace leading her to the passenger side, opening the door, cleaning off the seat , placing the envelope addressed to my onto the dashboard.

“Just let me square things with Ami and I’ll drive you to my place Heather!” Getting her situated before going to Ami. “Heather been divorced and thrown out into the streets, so I’m letting her stay with me in the studio flat until she able to find a place!” Ami gives me a evil grin

“So should I call before coming to work from now on?” Instantly regretting it when she sees the look on my face “Sorry Graeme!” Ami been with me long enough to know my moods without being told anything. Handing her thirty pounds for petrol, just in case, I return to Heather.

Getting into the driver’s seat, the keys in the ignition, starting it then driving back to my place. Once there I show Heather up to my flat, giving her the most important tour, where the loo and her room are before starting the first of a few trips to retrieve her suitcases.

With everything up, I make a pot of tea, then two cups, slipping a little brandy into Heather’s. Going through the living space not seeing her i go to the guest room finding Heather on the bed facing the wall, her chest slowly rising and falling rhythmically. Backing out making sure the blinds are closed, leaving her until she awakens on her own!.

A little after 21:00 hrs I decide to call it a night myself, going to check on Heather once more then turning in. Doing something I haven’t done in years I rummage around for a pair of sleep pants, Not wanting Heather to be confused if she wakes and sees a stranger in this room naked.

I awaken facing a strange sight, a partially closed draped window looking out over a car park. Getting up to try to figure out where I am. I almost stumble over a suitcase that looks identical to mine, then it comes back to me, it is mine. Looking around as my eyes adjust to the dark, not recognizing where i am then remembering Graeme holding me as i cried over being divorced and homeless. His words, “It’s no what your accustomed to but I’ve a complete flat above the studio, your free to use until you ready to start again!” returning to the forefront of my memories

“Then it is true, he was my shoulder to cry on and now he’s my rescuer from living in my car on the streets!” Going to the door, opening it a bit to see if anything or anyone was about. Going out i find the loo, using it while looking around, a set of towels on a bar on the wall, a set neatly folded on the vanity cabinet, a wrapped cake of soap on top. When Ii was done I venture to look around more.

Another room, the door ajar just off the main room split into a living room/ kitchenette. Looking in a form lying on the bed inside-Graeme! Trying to sort out my memories since Jason left. All I recall is Graeme kissing me, placing me into the passenger side of my car, then waking up just now. Looking down Still dressed as i was at work.Making my decision, i strip down to my bra and thong then climb in beside Graeme, trying not to wake him as i get as close as i can to his right side, resting my head in the crook of his shoulder, then drifting back to sleep.