Here it is, if possible listen to Keane or similar, makes it appear better, I don't think there will be an update I need to(as always) concentrate on school work so enjoy and be patient.

Part Two: Somebody Out There

It was at some point the following morning that Connie woke up, not knowing how long she'd slept, cried or talked for. They'd stopped after their kisses knowing what would easily have followed would have been what they both wanted; yet it wasn't what they needed. Instead the day had been spent talking, chattering, drinking the long out of date Ghanaian beer, stronger that the average English gin. As the midnight hour had dawned he'd gently lifted her from the sofa to his bed, slipping her gently under the covers before moving back over to the sofa for an uncomfortable nights sleep.

Making her way out of the bed slowly she began to feel the effects of the entertaining liquor from the previous night. Stepping nimbly over the strewn clothes Connie lurched over the toilet, rampantly vomiting whatever she'd eaten in the past two days, bile leaving green streaks behind. As she went for another round she relaxed slightly feeling Ric's arms hold upright, his hands trailing a gentle swirling motion on her back.

"Quite finished," he asked softly fetching a glass of water, "sip this," he told her offering the glass into her grateful hand. She looked worn out, he could feel her every muscle move as she stood up, perching on the edge of the toilet, hanging her head in shameful disgust.

"I'm sorry," she sniffed, making it unsteadily onto her feet this time, he made note to follow her right till she reached his bed, "either I can no longer hold my drink or that stuff was dodgy," she smiled slightly, lifting her legs under the covers, letting a shiver settle out before relaxing back into bed.

"You had about three glasses more than me, so I'll suggest the former," he told her worriedly, sitting calmly on the edge of the bed, "do you want a coffee?"

"Not if you want to see it again, no," Connie replied quietly, she'd all but lost her appetite in recent weeks, between the idea of returning to work, the latest bimbo she'd discovered Michael had been entertaining, not in itself a new surprise, and the unrest of Will's death playing rampantly in her mind food had become more of a chore than pleasure.

"You need to eat, Connie, or else there will be nothing left of you," Ric joked lightly," really a slice of toast won't hurt," he watched her shrug it off, taking it to be a yes he cleared a space in the debris covering the kitchen surfaces to get the necessary together. When he returned she looked slightly more awake.

"Thanks, breakfast in bed, I feel special," she replied sweetly, filling the awkward silence with superficial comments.

"I don't do this for everyone you know," he returned, content with just watching her nibble the crunchy slice of toast.

"And don't I know it, I really do appreciate this Ric, it means a lot,"

"Don't worry, you're worth it," he blushed, busying himself with tidying the room up, he'd grown sloppy on his own, only when family dare to stay did he put clothes away, if he were lucky things would find a washing machine monthly. After his early morning coffee he would seek out the cleanest socks and underwear that he had, shove on his one neat suit and make it out of the door just in time for the crowded commuter bus, often picked up by various kind people who happened to work in the hospital.

"I think you and I could do with a break," Connie told him eventually. Her point was valid, life at home was jading them both more than they would admit. She'd craved the moment when Michael would suggest an impromptu holiday to somewhere hot sunny and beyond the cares of home.

"Hmmph, I wish I could afford it," Ric replied, starting his assault on the dirty dishes lining the kitchen.

"My treat," Connie smiled, a spontaneous decision that she would happily pursue.

"You can't do that Connie, I wouldn't want to be indebted to you," he protested weakly, if she were offering a trip to somewhere hot he would be wrong to turn it down, sun sea and sangria would be the best medicine for her and in all honesty him too.

"Why would you be, Ric you quite possibly saved my life after the attack, if you hadn't spoken to me I'm confident I would be six feet under and you would be in Ghana hiding from every problem under the sun, please, by the end of the day we will be flying of to somewhere that our troubles will never find, we'll be alone and no one, not even my sainted husband will find us," finding a sudden burst of energy Connie got out of bed gently, replacing her jeans and thick jumper before Ric had time to disagree.

"How can I refuse," he smiled, "now do I pack for a hot climate or cold," he added as an after thought, knowing Connie it would be somewhere hot and sunny with plenty good alcohol to accompany it.

"Hot, naturally, but smart I don't do holiday's with riff raff," she smirked before closing the door

At nearly six o'clock Connie and Ric found themselves in the exclusive lounge of British Airways at Heathrow, sitting with a dim overview of the main runway, she hadn't told him where they were headed, other than it was hot, sunny and pleasurable. It was in fact Nice; she's pulled a couple of favours and snagged the use of a boat for a couple of weeks, provided they landed up in Monaco. The hotel had been booked for several nights; neither her stomach nor Ric would be impressed with spending their first night on board the yacht.

"I just wish you would tell me where we are headed Connie," Ric complained as she ordered them another drink, thankful of the fact they would be personally told when their flight was ready.

"No, then it wouldn't be a surprise," she smirked coyly, sipping tentatively on her glass of wine.

"I doubt much could be right now," he told her suspiciously, continually glancing round the room for any helpful information. He was also within seeing distance of a casino, the bright lights playing like Satan's dance on his mind. "I just need the loo if you'll excuse me,"

"A. a...a no you don't Mr Griffin, we weren't born yesterday, now come on have your drink and we'll be on our way soon," Connie tutted, cursing herself for not taking the opposite seat. She stifled a laugh as Ric "Hmmphed" back into his seat and dutifully drank his whisky.

It wasn't long until they were welcoming the balmly breezes of Nice. "I hope this will suffice," she smirked as they took their first proper lungful of fresh air, sitting in front of them was a dark Bentley.

"Suffice Connie, its magical, dare I ask which hotel we are staying in," Ric chuckled joining her on the cool leather seats in the car, stretching his legs out in the spacious interior.

"Negressco," she shrugged, taking in the darkened views from her window.

"What you mean," Ric paused as the car drew to a stop, through the tinted view he possesd the lights of the hotel flashed brilliantly, turning to bring them into full view he gasped with admiration at the beautiful copper jazz playing figure stood proud outside.

"Yes I mean, now hush up till we reach our room, I don't want them getting the wrong impression," she teased, accepting the hand of the waiting bellboy, prowling across the marble floored reception area. Ric following with the bemused look of a lost child playing on his face, the only holiday he'd been on recently was to Ghana where he'd worked most of it, as a child the furthest place he'd seen was London as a three year old, hardly worth mentioning.

He continued to follow her as they tackled the maze of corridors to get to their sea front room. Reaching it they both stifled a gasp as the took in the decedant room lined with soft elegant wallpaper, the four poster bed surrounded by red velvet drapes, sat to one corner of the room was a small table, two silver platters sat waiting for them.

"You really didn't need to y'know," he smiled, carefully watch her take off the trouser suit and power heals that she'd worn for the journey, preffering the subtelty of a soft black dress, its plunging neckline leaving little to be suggested.

"I took the liberty of pre ordering dinner, I have a distate of areoplane food," Connie smiled enticingly, taking up a seat at the table, drinking in the aroma as the scent of a warm salad met her lips.

"Glad to see you do actually eat then," Ric joked in response, having gladly lapped up the in flight meal he was still happy to accomodate the lastest offerings, "why the sudden change?" he questioned as she teased at a prawn.

"Talking to you last night made me realise how much of a sap I've become, in short I was releasing the inner monster and its time it got put to bed," she shrugged, the meal ensuing in pleasureable silence. Ric was happy to see her smile in semi contentedment, but couldn't help but think she was covering up for something, though he would be foolish to ask tonight when he was in the midst of a rather impressive seduction.

As they readied for bed her dress was cast off to reveal her tiny dancer frame, draped in a loose fitting lacy camisole and matching shorts, with her ruffled hair she was nothing short of beautiful. Ric quickly finished doing his teeth as she paused at the door to the bedroom. "Well," she purred standing akimbo at the door leaving Ric with no path of escape. Instead of attempting to barge past her and into their generous bed her put his arms round her waist, lifting her clear of the way with a tender kiss to loosen her. As they reached the bed their embrace tightened, leaving Connie to fall helplessly onto the bed, Ric placing his hands either side of her, berating her neck with butterfly kisses, her hands working deftly on his waist. He moved further down her body, teasing away at the soft silken straps of her top, pushing them over her freckled shoulders.
Letting the air gently swirl around her nipples they were left in hard inviting peaks, letting his body drop slightly Ric began swirling round them with his tongue, it felt good. The type of good that he'd experienced on few occasions before, mostly with her in their former life, it was like finding the lock for his key, the piece of the jigsaw of life that he was meant to be with, it wasn't that he grudged his wives, nor his children, he'd loved them all dearly at various stages in his life, it had never been as rich as this. he could feel her wispy breath brush through his hair, giving him the meagrest of goose pimples, tantalising him further.

Slowly he worked her top over her hair, ruffling it into an even more exasperatingly sexy manner, each hair twisting and turning in swirls of perfection. Her bare stomach lurched inwards as she took a deep, preparatory breath. He responded by turning his attentions to the tiny shorts minimally covering her backside, he left them be as his finger slipped gently underneath them, shifting them an inch further down her legs. It felt just as it had done before, her juices lubricating him as he worked his way up, letting another digit come to rest on her core, millimetres from the soft cortex. It was an enjoyable game, watching her writhe under his touch, grasp at clumps of the soft throw of the bed, withdrawing his fingers he pushed back her pants, completely removing them before straddling her. She was on the verge of breaking, it was self evident that it had been an antagonising wait for her, unable emotionally to accept whatever gifts he could, yet yearning it in the same moment. She'd rightly denied herself the pleasures, not even a lustful kiss until their latest meeting only the day before. It made it much more honourees this time, he was the first one to have been this much inside her since the accident, he'd seen the effects it had had on woman worldwide, in Ghana it had been frowned on for woman to regard un-consented sex as wrong, in Britain he'd witnessed first hand the devastation it could cause to a wondrous life. Their rocking motion was gentle, he didn't want for it to be rough and meaningless, she too wanted it to last, be special, magical. He slowly reached her spot, languishing in the resonance of her scream, its reverberations reaching them as he slid further up her body, catching a point only he'd ever reached before, the place where she no longer possessed control, when every muscle weakened and scalded itself to relaxation, when it fell to the partner to moved her like a rag doll, he was as gentle as ever, her protecting angel to her devil, her guardian to her playful child, the gold to her sliver. Perfection. Releasing her grip she softly writhed her way round him, not retreating in the slightest, forcing him under her this time. He smiled lightly pleased that she felt good enough to do so, to make the forwarding move. Her arms so skill fully placed above his head buckled with the slightest of movement, producing an immense thrusting motion below, taking the opportunity to startle him slightly, the effect a long drawn out moan of ecstasy. A smile, the first proper, entirely contended smile he'd witnessed in an eon on of time. She forced down harder, clamping him like a vice, controlling her revived muscles with skill, squeezing gently then harder, letting her grip slip and once again contorting round him, his only job to keep a steady rock for her to dance around. Withdrawing she winked teasingly at him, drawing her mouth down to his chest, not kissing it but softly breathing, holding him in gear, waiting for the anticipation to build, it was like trundling up a roller coaster, the increase in suspense as the brow of the ride concedes into sight, then the thrill of the adrenaline rush as you tip over, drop the vertical height back to earth. She waited, he too now was writhing under her control she could feel her grip lubricated by his gently perspiration, lurching forward she gripped tight, swirling a finger at the tip, dipping into the golden liquor only he possessed, it was like finding the treasure at the end of the rainbow, the trinket at the end of a wearisome journey, making all the lows worthwhile...

HE watched her sleep, it was peaceful, restful, contented, her lip furled slightly as she released a soft snore. A repair had been made.