The day after marked the one week count down of Garrison leaving for his business trip. Hazel had conveniently dropped by, showing me all the new bathing suits she had purchased. Garrison came in during our girl time.
"I need to purchase some things for my trip, Raven. I will be back in a bit. Can you stay here Hazel?"
"Yeah, I'll be here." He came over and leaned over me, kissing me deeply, then he turned without a word after the door closed. Hazel cleared her throat.
"So, I see you two have become rather close." I rolled my eyes.
"And what if we have?"
"Well, how is he? I can give you few pointers and tips." My mouth fell open and my cheeks flushed with color.
"We haven't slept with each other." I mumbled.
"Oh, really? Well you sure fooled me. The way you two seem to be with each other, I would have guessed you two have been for a while. Why haven't you?"
"I'm just not ready. I don't know," I let my anguish out, "he kidnapped me, he's the man that took me away from my family. I don't think I can. I'm not ready?"
"Honey, it's O.K. to be nervous your first time. But it's going to happen eventually. It's just natural. Think about it, you stick a male and a female who are attractive in a house together, they will eventually have sex. That is how nature works."
"But I don't want it to. It's hard to explain. Right now I'm totally against it. But when we're with each other, there's one part that still doesn't want to, and another saying do it. I'm torn."
"Well I heard about him wanting to move to Mexico."
"Do you think it's another protective barrier?"
"I don't know. Garrison has never stayed in one place more than two years. I'm surprised he's stayed this long. He owns quite a bit of houses."
"Does he have one in Mexico?"
"I don't remember, but if he doesn't, he can acquire one rather easily."
"Oh."
"You're not the only one torn."
"What do you mean?"
"He is torn to. The look on his face is painful, like a war is raging. One is saying to wait. And the other probably is saying I can't. That can be damaging to a man." I laughed a little.
"Do you think I can do it?" She patted my leg.
"It'll be worth it. I promise." She said she needed to get home, she had a plan. Garrison walked through the door, Hazel stood, said her good byes, and left.
"Hey." I stood and walked over to him eyeing the bags of goodies.
"I had to get a couple of items for my trip." I tried to peek in. "And is there something you need?" I quickly looked at him, trying to feign innocence. He laughed. "Come here." He said softly. He put the bags down and opened his arms. I walked into them, kissing him along the way. When we parted, he grabbed the bags. "I do actually have some things for you. How could I not get anything for my love." My face flushed greatly at that.
"So what did I get," He dug around and pulled out a cell phone. Small and simple. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.
"This little thing is very special. You see, it's like an advanced walky-talky. Because I have one just like it. Yours can only call mine and vice versa. It only picks up one frequency. I wanted to make sure that if you had any problems, you could reach me. Now please, I beg you, only call me if it is an emergency. Because I'm going to try to finish up as quickly as possible, all right?" I shook my head yes. I grabbed the phone and put it in my pocket. "I want that on you at all times, understand?" I nodded again.
The rest of the week continued without much event. Until the night Hazel appeared with a bag in her hand adamantly telling Garrison that only I could open it. I was eating dinner when he appeared again carrying a bag. He set it on the table in front of me. I stood and peered in it cautiously only seeing mounds of lace.
I sat down putting the bag in my lap, and pulled something out of the bag. A pair of lacy underwear set from Victoria Secret was all I needed to see for I threw it back in the bag, my face hot. Garrison hadn't been paying attention to me, until he heard the commotion from the other end of the table.
"Is there something wrong," he asked.
"No," I said quickly, "not at all."
"What's in the bag?"
"Nothing." I took a breath, "It's nothing you need to worry about." There was something in my face that stopped him from further questioning. After dinner, I went into the bedroom, shutting the door. I dumped the contents of the bag on the bed, and sighed in disgust and embarrassment. I riffled through the lacy undergarments, six pairs, I counted. A note was at the bottom of the bag.
Raven,
I know what you're probably thinking, but trust me, I did you a favor. I just thought you would need something to wear when you're ready. You don't have to thank me.
Love,
Hazel
I screamed inside my head. A knock came through, and my eyes widened when I realized that if he walked in right now, I'd die of embarrassment. I began throwing the clothes and note in the bag as the knocking became louder.
"One second!" I nearly screamed.
"Raven, are you O.K., what's going on?" His voice came in. I ran to my closet, and threw the bag under my shoes. I closed the door quickly, and ran to the other side of the room. I opened the door to see Garrison leaning against the frame. "What's wrong?" I tried to catch my breath and slow down my breathing.
"It's nothing. I was just looking at something. Come on, I want some dessert." I walked past a confused Garrison and for the rest of the night, thankfully, he didn't ask about it.