Secret Love Affair
Part two
8pm
Alex curls into a ball on her sofa, and flips off the mindless shows on the telly. Her tabby, Louie Louie, runs up to her. She strokes his head. She sighs. She feels empty she has felt empty all day. She wishes she had someone here with her, if only she hadn't lost her son. If only he was here with her, maybe she would be able to feel complete again.
She decides to get up and get a soda, she puts her hands in her pocket as she does, her hand feels the wad of tissue, and the phone number. Should she take a shoot on Eberts, was he worth it, there was just something that fasicinated her about his behavior this morning. He was so sadden, she was sad, and he wanted so much to help. The thing she needed was to have some one put his strong arms around her, and let her sleep in a safe haven, was Eberts this person?
Now, was not the time for silly school girl fantasies, -or- was it. She turns on some music. "A hard Day's Night" by the Beatles comes on. It makes her cry. She turns the station quickly.
"Only you" by the Platters. "What is this a conspricacy?" She asks herself. She flips the radio off, and walks into the fridge and peers in. She is not thirsty anymore, and what she wants would never be in the fridge.
"Is it too much to want to be loved,Louie?" She asks, bending down to stroke his head as he began to rub against her legs.
She decides to take a chance, she picks up her small black phone, unfolds the number and begins to dial. She has six numbers punched in when she hangs up. She takes a deep breath. "You can do this, Alex, all you have to do is make a phone call. It isn't that hard." The multicoloured butterflies begin to glide freely in her stomach. She takes a deep breath and dials again, this time making it all the way through.
He picks up on the second ring."Hello?" She goes mortified and can't speak. He sounds a little groggy, she had woken him up.
"Alex, is that you?" He asks softly. She drops the phone.
She begins to cry heavily unto the phone. She is about to call back when the phone rings. She waits till the third ring, and picks it up.
"Hello, Alex, did you need to talk?" He asks sweetly.
"I don't need to talk but I do need something else from you." She whispers very low. He must strain to catch each word from her lips.
"What is it?"
"Can I come over to your place, and I will tell you then."The hand holding the phone begins to tremble.
"I can come pick you up?" He offers.
"Where are you in your house?" She wonders if this is a good idea.
"In my bed." He admits truthfully.
"Can you stay there?"
"Okay, my bedroom is the one in the very back of the house, you know my address right?"
She nods, then remembers she is on the phone. "I do, I memorized everyone's address from the personal files."
"Be careful driving, please." He says, She knows it is not because he thinks she wants sex, it seems the thought had never crossed his mind yet, he was generally concerned.
"I will, I promise."
"Keys are under the mat."
---
Albert hopes she is okay, it had broken his heart seeing her cry, it always broke his heart when ever he saw women cry, because there was so much he'd like to do for them, to bring joy into their life, taking away their tears. But many women rejected his offer, believing he really has no offer. He stays patiently, waiting, pleading God to give her safe traveling mercies.
He closes his eyes for a second, and is woken by a key turning in the lock, and the door closing softly. Tiny footfalls are heard coming towards him. Alex opens his door. "I hope this doesn't offend you though." She motions for him not to move.
"No, not at all, but what exactly is it you need."
"Will you let me sleep with your arms encircled around me?"
He nods, lifting the covers for her, and motions for her to come to him, she sits on the bed, and he turns on his right side, he places his right arm on the bed, and motions for her to lay down on it. She lays on her left side facing towards him, and he pulls the covers over them, and encircles her tiny waist with his left arm. He locks his left hand with his right hand. She snuggles her head into her chest, and murmurs "Thank you." before they both drift on into sleep.
Part two
8pm
Alex curls into a ball on her sofa, and flips off the mindless shows on the telly. Her tabby, Louie Louie, runs up to her. She strokes his head. She sighs. She feels empty she has felt empty all day. She wishes she had someone here with her, if only she hadn't lost her son. If only he was here with her, maybe she would be able to feel complete again.
She decides to get up and get a soda, she puts her hands in her pocket as she does, her hand feels the wad of tissue, and the phone number. Should she take a shoot on Eberts, was he worth it, there was just something that fasicinated her about his behavior this morning. He was so sadden, she was sad, and he wanted so much to help. The thing she needed was to have some one put his strong arms around her, and let her sleep in a safe haven, was Eberts this person?
Now, was not the time for silly school girl fantasies, -or- was it. She turns on some music. "A hard Day's Night" by the Beatles comes on. It makes her cry. She turns the station quickly.
"Only you" by the Platters. "What is this a conspricacy?" She asks herself. She flips the radio off, and walks into the fridge and peers in. She is not thirsty anymore, and what she wants would never be in the fridge.
"Is it too much to want to be loved,Louie?" She asks, bending down to stroke his head as he began to rub against her legs.
She decides to take a chance, she picks up her small black phone, unfolds the number and begins to dial. She has six numbers punched in when she hangs up. She takes a deep breath. "You can do this, Alex, all you have to do is make a phone call. It isn't that hard." The multicoloured butterflies begin to glide freely in her stomach. She takes a deep breath and dials again, this time making it all the way through.
He picks up on the second ring."Hello?" She goes mortified and can't speak. He sounds a little groggy, she had woken him up.
"Alex, is that you?" He asks softly. She drops the phone.
She begins to cry heavily unto the phone. She is about to call back when the phone rings. She waits till the third ring, and picks it up.
"Hello, Alex, did you need to talk?" He asks sweetly.
"I don't need to talk but I do need something else from you." She whispers very low. He must strain to catch each word from her lips.
"What is it?"
"Can I come over to your place, and I will tell you then."The hand holding the phone begins to tremble.
"I can come pick you up?" He offers.
"Where are you in your house?" She wonders if this is a good idea.
"In my bed." He admits truthfully.
"Can you stay there?"
"Okay, my bedroom is the one in the very back of the house, you know my address right?"
She nods, then remembers she is on the phone. "I do, I memorized everyone's address from the personal files."
"Be careful driving, please." He says, She knows it is not because he thinks she wants sex, it seems the thought had never crossed his mind yet, he was generally concerned.
"I will, I promise."
"Keys are under the mat."
---
Albert hopes she is okay, it had broken his heart seeing her cry, it always broke his heart when ever he saw women cry, because there was so much he'd like to do for them, to bring joy into their life, taking away their tears. But many women rejected his offer, believing he really has no offer. He stays patiently, waiting, pleading God to give her safe traveling mercies.
He closes his eyes for a second, and is woken by a key turning in the lock, and the door closing softly. Tiny footfalls are heard coming towards him. Alex opens his door. "I hope this doesn't offend you though." She motions for him not to move.
"No, not at all, but what exactly is it you need."
"Will you let me sleep with your arms encircled around me?"
He nods, lifting the covers for her, and motions for her to come to him, she sits on the bed, and he turns on his right side, he places his right arm on the bed, and motions for her to lay down on it. She lays on her left side facing towards him, and he pulls the covers over them, and encircles her tiny waist with his left arm. He locks his left hand with his right hand. She snuggles her head into her chest, and murmurs "Thank you." before they both drift on into sleep.