Hello again! I'm currently juggling two projects, so if one or the other gets neglected at some point, I have a good excuse, I guess. By the way, it seems I have my own "Skinned Mike" following me around this site. looks in Fallen Angel's direction (Just kidding...love you kiddo! -hugs-)
I dreamt about her all night. I can't believe how beautiful she is. And she looked right at me too. When our eyes met, it was like magic. She felt it too, I just know it. It won't be hard for me to find her again either. It was right there on her ID card…I made sure to look at that. Of course, the part of her body it was attached to wasn't too bad to look at either.
June 7th - Mike Findlay
Mike sat in his car in the parking lot outside St. Jerome's hospital, searching the small landfill in the passenger side floorboard. Eventually he surfaced with the thing he'd been looking for; a half-full bottle of men's cologne, which he sprayed liberally all over his body. He checked himself in the rearview mirror, smoothing his hands over his short salt-and-pepper hair and slicking down his eyebrows before getting out of the car. He did a quick analysis of himself again as he approached the glass doors of the hospital. He wore his best clothes today, a light-blue button down dress shirt, expensive jeans faded in a stylish fashion, and black boots. He didn't look his best for their first meeting, but he was determined to make up for it.
The cool sterile air of the hospital felt good on his sweaty skin when he stepped inside the lobby. The young woman at the reception desk did not acknowledge him right away, but he soon caught her attention.
"Afternoon miss," he announced loudly as he strode up to the desk, causing the girl to look up from her work. "I was wondering if Rachael Hargraves was working today."
"Um…" She studied him. "I think she's back from lunch, I don't know. She's probably not available for visitors though."
"It's okay, I'm her boyfriend. I won't keep her long." He grinned.
The girl raised an eyebrow suspiciously before sighing exasperatedly and reached for the intercom. "Nurse Hargraves to the front desk. Rachael Hargraves to the front desk." She switched off the intercom and gave him a look as she returned to her work. "She'll be with you in a moment."
Mike stepped away from the desk, clasping his hands together excitedly. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw him. He eyed both hallways to either side of the desk anxiously, finally spotting her coming down the one to the right. He stared, burning her image into his brain even further. It didn't hurt that she had an incredibly sexy walk either.
"Hi, can I help…" She stopped in her tracks when she saw him.
"Surprise." He spread his arms out to the side. She looked blank for a moment, but finally those beautiful blue eyes lit up with recognition.
"Oh…you're the guy who fixed my truck yesterday," she said.
"See, I knew you'd remember." Out of the corner of his eye he saw the receptionist eying them curiously, and he just wanted to barge over there and tell her to get lost.
She still looked a bit stunned. "So what's up?"
"Oh nothing much. I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I'd check on you…you know, make sure you made it alright and everything, in case your truck crapped out again."
"Oh…oh yeah, the truck's fine. As fine as it can be, I guess. It's a piece of shit."
He laughed loudly, and once again the receptionist looked in their direction. This time Rachael looked over at her as well, so he quickly added, "That's okay, maybe one of these days some nice guy will buy you a brand new truck."
She smiled. "Yeah, my boyfriend said that wouldn't be too far off."
He goggled. Boyfriend…boyfriend… That word hammered in his ears like an afterimage. He repeated that word over and over in his head until it no longer sounded like a real word. But he had to say something quick, because she was looking at him with concern now.
Someday I will give you that, my darling. And a whole lot more too.
"Huh?"
Oh shit. He wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Not yet, at least.
"I…I asked how your day was going."
"Oh, it's fine. Same old, you know. Being a nurse can be hard work sometimes, but it's worth it. I love my job."
"Good. I'm glad you're happy."
She looked at him strangely this time. "Well, I'd better get back to work. They're probably looking for me."
"Oh yeah, don't want to get you in trouble." He smiled weakly. "So…I guess I'll see you around?"
"Sure. See ya." She smiled and waved goodbye as she turned and headed back down the hall. He watched the entire time. God, she looked so incredible. She could stop traffic in that skirt; short enough to show off her legs, but just long enough to leave a little to the imagination. And he had a vivid imagination…
Yes you will, my darling.
