"Look over there!" She said pointed to lights off not in the very far distance. It was a farm and cottage. We both got out from the car to look for some assistance to liberate my car from the snow bank and ask for petrol. I knocked on the door it was Just before the sun rose as she clung to my arm.
The door opened to a couple, a rather elderly couple. He dressed in a woolen shirt which is plaid and her blanketed in a bulky sweater. Both could have been our grandparents, and seemed unalarmed as we were strangers.
"Hello, I'm Mar...I mean Fitz looking down at my Lizzy," I said with a nervous stammer.
The man looked at me with suspicion in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, but my car has run out of gas and I don't know where the nearest petrol station is...and well," I felt like an errand school boy and it was not helping because my companion was giggling and sharing a sublimely message of enjoyment with the couple while I was breaking into profuse sweat.
"Come in...this is no place for a couple like you to be, you will catch your death and we will help you once the storm coming in and passes," with that we entered a humble cottage.
"What a darling couple you are, I am Madge and this is Harold," we shook their hands.
"Great, I'm Lizzy and this is Fitz we have been married for just short of a month and decided to take a winter mini-break but as luck would have it we got lost," she smiled and winked at me.
"Well, no worries we will get you on the road, but it looks like you might be cooped up with us for the next 24 hours, so well let's show you to a room," I saw how accepting and I knew not much about this adorable creature, but how was I going to make small chat without raising suspicion. "You must need some rest, but first some breakfast." With that she left the room, and I excused myself to go retrieve our bags from the boot of my car.
We entered the dining room to the smell of warm maple syrup and pancakes and bacon and fresh brewed coffee. I didn't realize how hungry I was till the first forkful hit my taste buds
"Sorry, Fitz and I spent the night out there and without anything to eat I'm afraid he is famished." She said with some blush on her cheek. I slowed down a bit.
"Thank you for the hospitality, we turned off the wrong road to Grafton Underwood and well I'm thankful for the light on and..." I felt awkward.
"What do you do," asked Madge?
"Barrister," I said without thinking.
"Rock star," Lizzy spoke up bubbly. "Well one of those independent groups called the Pemberly Punks. "
"You look so old to be in a rock group," Marge spoke up with a little doubt.
"Well, he is the quiet one except on stage, in fact, they refer to him as the Beastly Barrister," she smiled again.
"Should I worry?" they said as we continued but seemed modestly amused.
Lizzy laughed, "I'm the poet" I knew she was living in her alternate universe but with wild abandon she became animated as she squeezed by knee below the table sending electric shocks of passion coursing through my veins.
They seemed amused and excused themselves and encouraged us to have some rest, but in truth I think they really bought we were newlyweds.
When re-entering the room after thanking Harold once again, I heard the shower turning off and what appeared was Lizzy with nothing but a towel "well Fitz care to play house?"
"I've never been naughty before," I said with what I realized was a sly smile.
"I find that hard to believe," she pushed me back and before I knew it she had claimed my mouth and she was tugging at me and all my trappings. "First let's get you cleaned up a bit," her boldness was amazing, but we stopped for it was a little too soon, and then she went a little demure on me.
"Maybe we should get to know each other a little better," I said kissing her although the fire in me for her was consuming. "Beastly Barrister on stage but a gentleman nevertheless."
She hopped into bed and I placed covers on the floor for a makeshift bed, but it was under the flow of water I could not help myself, the thought of her was intoxicating and I needed a colder temperature. I remember moving out of the bathroom but the blood left my brain as I repeatedly was consumed with this beauty.
Maybe I can be that beast after all. I tiptoed to where she slept and kissed her temple gently but it was the most restless night I had for as long as I could remember over a woman.
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26 Dec. Continued
After a few hours, I woke a little groggy but ready to face the future with this enchanting creature. When I realized she was drawing my eyebrows on or coloring them in.
"What are you doing?" I said, but with a smile because I just couldn't get over the incredible vivacious nature of this woman.
"Just wondering what you would like as a glam rocker," she said.
I pushed myself up as was aghast to what I looked like, she had lacquered me up, whilst I was sleeping.
Just then a knock was on the door and as I grabbed for my robe and she opened the door it was Harold and Marge looking shocked.
"I guess you are one of those ...those," they were a loss for words.
I washed my face and we visited more with this lovely couple.
We grabbed for our clothes, and with that my wallet fell out of my trousers. I grabbed at the wallet as she did but managed to keep it from her, "remember no real names."
Having placed my boxers on and her in her clothes, she playfully spoke. "I guess I have yet to liberate your identity Fitz, but I will."
"Supper you two lovebirds," said Madge.
"We will have to continue this more later," I said as I helped her stand. "But I'm thinking a road trip is ahead of us in the very near future.
She smiled and approved.
"In fact, when the car is up and running so are we," she grabbed on.
" I love you," she said. I had hoped it was not a mere quip or declaration of the few days we had but I knew our road trip would reveal more, and to be honest she was making me more inebriated with her spirit.
As we looked on and spoke we laughed a bit more, she made up stories of how she was my groupie, and that I was a bit risqué on stage but shy in in private.
She also made up fascinating stories about I relented and hired her on as my make-up artist and we were trying a new look on when they knocked on the door, I relented and confirmed that this was so.
Dec 27th The snow finally cleared. It was nice to get on the road with a few sundries and good wishes from Harold and Marge, but the adventure was going to take us on a whirlwind in more ways that one.
I turned her around and started back to London, for some reason I had Greece on my mind, it was cold but it was still an island something exotic.
"Fitz we are going back to London, why?" She looked a little puzzled even extremely angry. "I knew you were to good to be true."
It seemed as a challenge all of a sudden to me.
"Yes, while that is true-do you have your passport?" "Yes, but you will know who I am," but she stopped you are taking us further than London aren't you.
"You can do that?" It seemed like a question from her at first but I realized she was at shock to what I might be planning.
"Yes, I can and for someone who wants to be so spontaneous-you ask to many questions," and I began to chuckle.
"You may be my prince," she said almost quietly.
"I just may," I said as she again turned to Adult F.M and started taking liberties at kissing my many pulse points –kicking up the fire a little in me that two hours into the ride I had to take make a stop in a small stop and take her on a walk, so I could return her amorous invitation. Actually it went further than we anticipated but I couldn't stop myself, I realized she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Resting in each others arms in the cool air and wrapped in the blanket, "were are we going to go, Fitz?"
"No it is a surprise-now let's go." Straightening our clothes we made our way back to my car and headed back to London where we boarded a Euro star Train bound to Paris, yet we purchased our tickets and showed our own passports not to give our identities away.
"I'm in love," this I know and I never thought spontaneity would fit me so but it does.
When we arrived in Paris and we travelled from Paris to Bologna overnight on the Artesia sleeper train 'Palatino', leaving Paris Gare de Bercy and bound to Italy-her mouth opened so wide I had to personally had to close it, but it was more than worth it.
As night set and we were tucked into the night, "Lizzy, I was hoping that we could share this night together...I'm a too forward," she shook her head and I pulled her under the linens of our bed and proceeded to make love to her. She started to weep a little.
"Why so sad," she shook her head.
"No I'm happy..I feel so special and so beautiful, certainly not the fat like a..." and I stopped her right there.
"My dear I like you...just as you are ...and you are beautiful to me that is all that matters," she started to tear but I kissed them away as we set on our journey that night. I wanted to say love, but the sensibilities in my head keep me from speaking what my heart was shouting.
