The Affair
7. Freddie makes a boo boo
Friday, April 17th 2020
3:13 AM
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SON OF A… YOU ARE A DEAD MAN, BENSON!"
Suddenly, Freddie realized that he had made a mistake, a big boo boo. Fred knew he should just change his name to Alpo. He would be nothing more than doggy food shortly. He dropped the bucket and backed away from the side of the bed. A soaking wet Sam was coming after him, fast. She was growling. This was not good. Then, a glimmer of hope! Sam was wearing a sopping wet flannel night gown. The bedding was just as wet. That stopped her! She was tangled up in the bedding! She had tried to get out of bed only to be pulled back in by tangled sheets and blankets.
Freddie ran!
He ended up in the bathroom at the end of the hall. He turned; ready to slam the door, and lock it. By this time Sam had extracted herself from the remains of the bedding. She shot out of the bedroom doorway and into the opposite wall of the hallway just as Freddie was closing the bathroom door. Freddie hesitated just a moment. Sam was a vision… She was completely nude, having stripped everything off to get free of the soaked, clingy bedding. However much she enticed Fred with her lovely charms, the expression on her face was down right scary, indeed murderous. He finished closing and locking the door. Just to be safe, he stuffed the keyhole of the old style lock full of wooden matches. Easy to remove from the inside, but rendering the lock impossible to pick.
He was really surprised the door held! He thought the entire wall would have come down the way she slammed into it. As he opened the window and crawled outside, he heard the muffled taunts and epitaphs describing his lineage and whatnot. No… ice cold water was not the way to win her heart, he thought to himself.
He dropped down to the lawn under the window, and walked around to the side door. He let himself in, again, but not before removing his shoes. He walked ever so quietly back down the hallway. Sam was still ranting expletives at the door to the bathroom. This view of Sam wasn't bad either, but he wasn't stupid enough to interrupt her yelling at the door. He was tired. Bone tired, and as comfy as the chair had been at Sam's apartment, it wasn't a bed. His back was just a tad sore. He was standing in the doorway of the spare bedroom, and he decided, why not? He turned on the table lamp next to the bed, stripped to his underwear and crawled in.
Friday, April 17th 2020
4:05 AM
Sam was freezing. She had tried getting into the bathroom for over a half hour. Something was obviously wrong with the old lock on the door. She couldn't pick this lock. Thinking Fred was just ignoring her had made her very angry. Now she was just so tired she could hardly stand, and freezing cold besides. She turned around, and noticed the soft glow coming from the spare bedroom doorway. There was Fred, tucked under the covers, sound asleep. Her anger spent, she padded over to the bed and gently shook Fred awake.
"Huh! Oh, hello. Am I going to die now?"
"Maybe later, I'm too tired right now, and freezing."
"Here, put on my sweatshirt…"
As Fred gave Sam the sweatshirt he had worn the day before, he moved over and pulled her into what had been his warm spot in the bed. Sam snuggled into the covers, facing him.
"Ok Fred, where were you all night?"
"I fell asleep in the wing back chair at your apartment, waiting for you to get home."
"Oh, I guess we both had the same idea, huh? We need to talk."
"Yeah Sam, I guess we did, and I guess we do…"
"Ok, look Freddie; I'm sorry about storming off tonight…"
"Sam, wait" Fred interrupted "before we go into that. You and I started this 'thing' as an affair. I agreed to it. After only a week, I was suggesting outing our whole affair to the single person you wanted to hide us from. That wasn't right. I really can't understand why you want this hidden from Carly, but, that was the condition you set, and I accepted. I'm sorry. I apologize. I'm not saying I won't bring it up again, but when I do, we can discuss it. You should be sorry about just getting mad and running off. I don't know where this is heading, but it's going nowhere if you keep doing that. Ok?"
"Fair enough Freddie. You know, I really, really, really like being with you. Just bear with me for a bit. Now, give me a kiss and hold me. I'm still cold. I have a meeting at ten and our lunch at noon. I need some sleep. We will discuss the little water incident later."
Friday, April 17th 2020
7:40 AM
Fred woke up. Sam was still sleeping. He knew her first appointment was downtown. She had about another half hour to sleep. He got up, made coffee and breakfast. Some scrambled eggs, thick slabs of ham, and toast. He still felt bad about last night, so he fixed a couple packages of bacon and packaged them in plastic baggies. Sam could take them with her and munch as needed.
It was about eight fifteen, time to wake her up. He put the breakfast on a lap tray, along with a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. "Well" he thought "she'll have time to kill me and still get to her meeting on time, if that's what she wants to do."
Breakfast in bed went well, Sam didn't kill him. She was ready and away in plenty of time to make her appointment. Fred was still kind of tired, so he decided to steal a nap before time to go to lunch. But before that, he had some bedding to dry out…