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Ready for more Edward and Sissy? Here we go...
Rated M for a reason...it's heating up starting with this chapter.
Chapter 11: Perfection
She turned out the lights over the bar, switched the neon sign to CLOSED, locked the front door, and then headed for the hallway with Edward behind her.
"Where are we going, Sissy"?
"To my place".
"To your place? You live at the bar"?
"Mmm hmmm. That's why it was the only phone number I could give you" she answered.
At the bottom of the stairs was another door, She took her keys from her jeans pocket and stepped through the door.
Flipping on her light switch she said, "Welcome to my home, Edward".
He walked in and looked around. It was small, very small, and no more than an efficiency apartment. The living area doubled as a bedroom with a bed in the center and a couple of tables with lamps flanking either end. She had an entertainment center, which housed her TV, stereo, DVD player, a real turntable, rows and rows of CD's and actual LP albums. There was a small kitchen, an even smaller bathroom, and that was it. It was decorated in what he'd call early hippie: very eclectic, beads, posters, candles, throw pillows tossed everywhere...very girlie, very... Sissy. He loved it and he didn't know how he was ever going to walk back out her door and get on the dreaded tour bus again.
"It's not much, but its home, Edward".
"I like it. Anything beats the bus, believe me".
"The bus"?
"Yeah. I've been doing a lot of bus traveling lately. It gets old after a while. Wow, you have real albums. Can I look through them"?
"Sure, why don't you check out my collection while I change clothes? I've been in these work clothes all day".
She grabbed a change of clothing from her under-the-bed dresser and went into the bathroom. He could hear the water running and knew she was freshening up. Within moments, the door opened and she padded across the floor to him barefoot, fresh as a daisy in a tank top and cut off shorts.
"Sissy, these are amazing. Al Green, Harold Melvin and the BlueNotes, Curtis Mayfield, The Temps, The Four Tops, Marvin Gaye, The O'Jays. These albums are probably older than you are".
"I know. They belonged to my father. I kept them after he died. He knew every song on every album".
She moved onto the kitchen to pour them cold glasses of sweet tea. "Sorry, I don't have any alcohol down here".
"Sissy, did your dad sing, too"?
"No, not really. He liked to sing, but he wasn't a singer per se. He was in the music business though. And he was definitely soulful".
He almost choked on his tea when she said that. Soulful. She was talking about her dad, but people said that about him! She had no idea, no idea at all. TELL HER. I don't want to scare her away, I'll tell her later.
"Sissy, let's listen to some of your music. Who's your favorite"?
"Oh, that's easy. I sang her song earlier tonight. Roberta Flack, she's the best. But I also love to sing the standards and 1940's torch songs. You caught me singing one tonight when you came back to the bar".
Jesus, oh Jesus. Could this girl be any more perfect? She was so sweet and so guileless, absolutely no pretensions at all. How did he get this lucky? He made a mental note to thank Billy later for insisting they stop at THE BAR.
They chose a Roberta Flack album and sat together on the floor. Soon, the sounds of Killing Me Softly filled the room. No words were spoken between them till Edward turned to her and said, "Can I kiss you? I've wanted to kiss you all night".
Authors Note: Say yes, say yes, say hell yes!
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