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Sandra didn't know weather to laugh or to reach over and kiss him. Gerry sat looking at her as though he had just confessed his undying love for her. Sandra figured that what he had done in a round about kind of way.

Too shocked to say anything the silence grew awkward quickly and Gerry cleared his throat.

"Umm I have some Tiramisu for desert if you fancy it?" He said getting up quickly and Sandra watched him leave with her eyes. She knew she had blown it. the perfect moment to tell him what she was feeling and she had sat there silent. For the first time in her life Sandra was unable to form any kind of coherent sentence.

Gerry had his head in the fried looking for the desert when he heard foot steps as she walked down the hallway. Turning his head he watched as Sandra made her way towards the back garden. He had no intention of stopping her. No he felt like a big enough fool as it was, he had practically propositioned her he was counting his lucky stars that she hadn't rearranged his features.

"Damm it" Gerry hissed under his breath as he slammed the fried shut, desert long for gotten and the tension that now hung in the air was stifling.

Gerry knew he would have to make a decision; he would either have to go out and face Sandra, make sure everything was still alright between them. That or he could run and hide, go to bed and avoid her in the morning and hope she acted normal at work.

"Option two it is." Gerry said as he crept up the stairs and in to his room. The window of his bedroom over looked the garden but he could not see Sandra. He figured that she was probably on the decking just outside of the back door.

Turning away from the window and the vastly fading light beyond Gerry collapsed on to his bed and flicked on the TV.

Keeping the volume low Gerry did not want Sandra to come in wanting to talk, no shout at him, which she was likely to do if she thought he was watching TV.

No if she thought he was asleep she would not come in, she could be a bitch, but she wasn't a psychopath. Gerry wondered if he had put all the knives away in the draw though as he flicked through several channels, undecided on what he wanted to watch.

Finally deciding that it didn't really matter as he wasn't watching it anyway he paused on some documentary. Gerry's thoughts were somewhere out of his bed room window, probably underneath the porch light and clothed in a particularly nice dress.

Gerry sighed and placed his hands under his head.

"Nice one Gerry."

Sandra had to get out of that house, the air was far to charged for he liking and right now she did not need the encouragement. Walking out in to the garden the light had now faded enough to cast long shadows across the green expanse before her and Sandra sighed. Sitting herself down on the swing seat on the decking she placed her head in her hands and rubbed her eyes wearily. She had really made a supreme mess of things. Not only had she make herself look like a cold hearted bitch, but she had hurt Gerry. She didn't need to look in his eyes or hear him say it out loud. The way he had left that room was enough for her to realise just how much he cared for her.

Sandra realised that Gerry had probably liked her for a long time, but he had been willing to be her friend. Happy to just remain at arms length from her, that was until she had decided that she had wanted more.

"Ha more of what?" She chastised herself as she lifted her head as she heard Gerry close his bedroom door. She could here the slight drone of the TV through his open window and she knew he was avoiding her.

She sighed and lent back in the seat. Flicking her hair over her shoulder and pulling it away from her neck. The sun had gone down but the heat from the day still lingered.

Sandra wondered if her current state had anything to do with the weather though. Tilting her head up and seeing the varying light coming from Gerry's bedroom Sandra contemplated going up there. Walking in to his room and telling him exactly what she had been thinking about last night. Ask him if he would show her what she had dreamt about for real, and weather or not it would be as good as her dreams.

Sandra almost got of the swing seat. She had her hands braced against the soft coving and her back straightened as she went to stand up.

"I can't." She whispered, knowing that she would once again loose her nerve. Half way up the stairs, at the bedroom door, it didn't matter Sandra knew that something some wear along the way would give her pause for thought and she would once again turn away.

Settling back down Sandra looked out across the now dark back garden that belonged to probably her or one of her best friends in the world. Sandra took in a deep breath. Gerry had been right about one thing, and those occasions although rare, were often earth shattering in their wisdom, this revelation was not one of those times.

Sandra was scared of love she had known it for a long time, it had just taken her a little push to finally admit to it.

"So it's a weakness everyone has them right?"

Gerry had fallen asleep on top of his duvet and the TV was still on. Waking up in a sudden rush that made his head spin Gerry gulped in a breath of air and looked over at the time. He had been having some dream, the details of which were fading faster than the last dog he backed in the 3:20 at Walthamstow. Seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock Gerry had been out for nearly an hour. Wondering just why he had woken up at all he listened carefully for any movement.

He couldn't hear a thing, not even the house was creaking settling down for the night as it usually did. Getting up and feeling decidedly sweaty and dirty Gerry threw of his shirt and shimmied out of his trousers. There was something very unappealing about falling asleep in your clothes. Now Gerry was paying testament to that as he grabbed a towel from the cupboard and pulled his socks off as he went.

Leaving a trail of clothes in his wake which he decided could be dealt with later Gerry went in to the bathroom as quietly as possible. Not wanting to wake Sandra but in desperate need to clean of the days grim Gerry turned on the spray and waited for it to heat up.

Having got it to the right temperature Gerry stepped in and sighed as the hot water soothed his aching muscles. Muscles he was sure were aching from stress. Hanging his head and letting the water hit the back of his neck Gerry realised that all he could smell was Sandra's shampoo. Now he had noticed the smell it was driving him to distraction.

Pulling out his own shower gel Gerry allowed a generous amount in to his hand, he wanted to cover up that smell. Not because he didn't like it. No in fact it was the exact opposite. He wanted to wake up to that smell every morning, and there in lay the problem. He knew for certain now that he would never be able to do that.

"Unless I by a wig and wash it in her shampoo once a week." Gerry thought out loud and decided that he now sounded like a pervert and he continued washing himself as the bathroom steamed up.

Sandra was sat out on the porch still, it was almost eleven o'clock and yet she still sat outside enjoying the cool breeze that now floated through the trees and caressed her over heated skin.

The sound of Gerry stumbling into the bathroom and turning on the shower drifted down to her ears and she decided that unless she wanted to look like a psycho when Gerry found her frozen to the swing seat in the morning she would in fact have to move.

Pushing herself up and feeling the slight ache in her knees Sandra frowned at her body protesting at being sat in the same position fir such a long time.

Walking to the large glass doors that separated the house from the back garden Sandra opened one carefully and slipped through. She didn't want Gerry to know that she was still awake. There was something to be said for avoidance. Sandra had come to the conclusion that if they just ignored what had transpired tonight then they could both go on as normal.

Tomorrow she would be back in her own house, Gerry would be chasing anything in a skirt again, and she would be happy with a good book and a decent brandy. Wondering weather to turn on a light Sandra decided against it as she crept though the dark house trying not to stub her toe on anything.

Pausing at the bottom of the stars Sandra could here the water splashing in an uneven rhythm, as it first hit Gerry's body then the bath tub below.

Sandra placed one foot on the first step and hesitated, why was he having a shower so late, and what if he came out and caught her going to bed.

Sandra could just imagine the awkward moment. Gerry dripping wet in a towel. Her standing in her dress, hair all mused up and a large blush on her face. It would be worse than the bathroom incident. She thought to herself, but her body had begun moving. Without realising it Sandra had made her way halfway up the stairs, her senses trained on the closed bathroom door. She didn't know what was drawing her towards the sounds of the shower but her feet just wouldn't stop from moving up to the top of the stairs.

Pausing on the landing Sandra turned her eyes down the dim hallway towards her room. The dark lonely hallway stretched out before her much like her own empty life.

Looking back at the bathroom door, she saw the light shining clearly from under the crack at the bottom of the door. Her eyes rested on that shaft of light, listening for the sounds from within the bathroom. Gerry was obviously in for a long one tonight as she could still here the drumming of the water against the tub.

Not knowing what she was doing Sandra began to move forward, she knew this was it, she had made her decision this time and there was no turning back.

Gerry had finished washing his body but he didn't want to get out of the shower. The water was too relaxing and the heat was making him drowsy again.

Looking up suddenly unsure as to why he had done so Gerry listened intently focusing his senses towards the door. Unable to hear anything properly because of the sound of the shower Gerry contemplated switching it off.

His hand paused over the dial though as his thoughts turned back to his blonde Gov'ner.

She could be up and around, wanting a drink, or to use the facilities. He had no intention of running into her in the middle of the night, wet and clad only in a towel. Leaving the shower on Gerry figured he could wait five more minutes.

After all what was the worst that could happen?

Ok which way did Sandra go? Next time we will find out, that's if you would like to know. (lol) insert evil laugh. As ever leave me some inspiring feed back and I will update as quickly as possible. Thanks for reading.