Chapter 16
Willie liked to walk home from the hospital each night. It was not because he needed the exercise. He got plenty of that from working at the hospital. Some would say he was an errand boy for management; however he saw his job as something much more important. There was a great deal of freedom in his job and he liked physical work. That was one positive commodity he acquired from Barnabas. He discovered he was skillful in doing physical labor. At the hospital he performed such tasks as fixing things, delivering important packages to the different medical departments and driving supplies to contractors. He liked it AND he got paid for it! Being behind a desk was unappealing and he avoided those types of jobs. With his income and the sales on Alondra's novels, they were doing just fine. Turning the key in the lock, Willie swung the front door open, walked into his house and greeted his wife.
"Alondra, I'm home. Where are ya, precious?" He hung up his coat and walked into the living room. Sitting in her favorite chair reading, Alondra looked up and saw her adorable husband. She ran into his arms and started kissing him passionately.
"Oh my sweet, I missed you so," she continued hugging and kissing him.
"OH, sweet adorable Alondra, let me breathe," he laughed but did not resist too much.
"You are so playful," she said, tickling him in a sensitive spot. "How was your day?" She said happily but saw her husband's demeanor change instantly.
"Oh, the usual," he said as he nervously walked over to the stereo and turned it on. Changing the channel to a classical station, he sat down in hopes that the music would relax him. Alondra walked over, sat down next to him, and looked earnestly into his eyes. Willie was chewing on his lower lip and she knew what that meant.
"Willie, what is wrong?"
"What?" he asked lost in thought. "Nothing dear, why?" he answered, looking straight ahead, shaking nervously. He knew immediately that that was the wrong reply.
"William Hollingshead Loomis! Something is bothering you and we will stay up all night until you tell me what it is." Alondra bellowed. Warily, Willie looked into his wife eyes and started to tell her about his uneventful evening.
"Honey, please don't get upset. Nothin's botherin' me and my evenin' was the same as any night. I collected the cases and . . .," he continued to outline the evening's duties that were the same as any night. He looked into her eyes and knew this was not working. "and . . . I saw Barnabas Collins and a friend of his."
"Barnabas Collins?" she asked as she remembered her secret research done on the Collins family. So he was nervous about seeing Barnabas again, she thought. "Why did you not want to tell me you saw him?"
"What do ya mean? I just did. I'm pretty tired and almost forgot."
"What was he doing in the hospital? Was he sick or hurt?" Alondra asked, ignoring his last comment. She had not been able to learn much about Willie's relationship with Barnabas. So she did her own investigation years ago before they got married. Using the excuse she was doing research for a novel, she obtained permission to do research on the family's history but little was learned about Barnabas' and Willie's relationship. All she knew was her beloved lived in the Old House and worked for Barnabas for over four years before she met him herself. Willie made many improvements on the Old House, however, she strongly suspected there was more to it than anyone else knew.
"He . . . he wasn't feelin' very well so he came in for some medicine. I guess he's ok 'cause he left a little while later. We didn't talk too long 'cause he had his friend with him. Maybe they were on a date." He did not REALLY lie, just left out most of the details.
"Well I hope he is feeling better." Alondra thought of a good idea and sprung it on him. "Hey, we should invite him and his friend over for dinner sometime. Wouldn't that be great, Willie? I know he is your friend and it would be nice to socialize more."
"Oh?" That made Willie even more nervous and his lip started to quiver faster. He stood up and started towards the bathroom. "I guess it would be ok. But I don't know where he's stayin' or if he'd be interested in socializin'." Changing the subject, he said, "I'm goin' to take a shower."
After Willie left, she went to the phone directory and looked up all the hotels in town. After calling the entire hotel list, she finally found where Barnabas was staying. She asked for Barnabas Collins' room and someone answered.
"Hello, is this Barnabas Collin's room?" . . . "This is Alondra Loomis, Willie's wife." . . . "Thank you, it is good to be talking to you too." . . . "Yes, Willie told me he saw you today at the hospital. I hope it was nothing serious?" . . . "That's good. Look, I am calling to invite you both to our house this Friday for dinner. Can you make it?" . . . "Of course!" . . . "Oh that is wonderful. We look forward to seeing you then." She finished the conversation with her address and phone number in case of emergencies, said her good-byes and hung up. There, she thought, now I will learn the truth.
Willie was standing under the showerhead letting the water trickle over his naked body. He was thinking about the evening at the hospital. He felt sorry for Barnabas, knowing what he must be going through. Having a slayer around had to be worrying Barnabas sick, thought Willie. His memories of the past flooded into his consciousness: the horror, torment and atrocities, which occupied his life in the 60's. How would he be able to tell his wife what he lived through? He didn't even like to think about it. However, seeing Barnabas tonight and telling Alondra he was in town, made those memories return. "I'm so ashamed for not tellin' her everythin' in the beginnin'," he wept softly to himself and he was scared. As Willie stuck his head under the showerhead, the bathroom door opened. Then the shower stall door opened and a second body entered behind him.
Willie's mind was in turmoil when the bathroom and shower stall doors opened. He heard the sounds as though they were part of his memories. However, he jumped slightly at the soft touch of his wife's arms circling his body. How much he loved her, he thought.
"Oh darling," whispered Alondra, kissing his back from his shoulders down to his buttock. Her hands slid down his front as she knelt and when she reached his backside, she started to massage his muscular manhood. She loved to touch him, knowing his reaction. He always responded to her touch. She continued to kiss him. When Alondra was knelling, Willie turned around. She was very happy to see his reaction to her touch and continued to massage and kiss him. After a few minutes, she stood up and they kissed passionately as the water sprayed between their bodies.
For the moment, Willie had forgotten what he was thinking about when Alondra started touching his body. As he turned around and she stood up, he kissed her. First, her lips then neck and continued to travel downward as she experienced the eroticism of his touch. He felt an unusual surge of energy and strength within his muscles when he stooped down, wrapped his hands around her buttock, lift her up and gently joined with her. With the rhythm of the shower and the excitement of the moment, they stayed in this position for many long, wonderful minutes. They were both amazed at his agility.
"Alondra," he moaned.
"Yes. Go for it." She knew he was trying to please her. This had to be difficult since he had not done it in years. She had no problem with him climaxing now since he seemed to have more life in him the more he moved. She wondered about his sudden surge of strength.
They both exited the shower and dried off quickly. Naked, dry and still kissing, they went to the bedroom and continued their passionate lovemaking until they both fell asleep. During the night, Willie's body felt relaxed but his mind played games with his dreams.
During the night, Alondra woke up and witnessed Willie stirring in bed. She did not have the heart to wake him so she left him alone. She heard him speak incoherent sentences which she found quit fascinating and took mental notes.