The hours crawl by.
True to your promise, you stay well away from the internet, only sending your parents a quick text to let them know you're ok and will phone as soon as.
Apprehension makes you restless and you pace the floor of Tom's home. To give yourself something to do, you wash the dirty dishes from last night's dinner, hands shaking all the while.
You reach the point where your brain brings to your attention just how naked you are under Tom's shirt. Immediately, you feel dirty, immoral. You move back to the bedroom to pick up your clothes, but the sight of the red dress, crumpled on the floor, brings the photos flashing to your memory and you feel sickened.
You succumb to tears once again and curl up in the bed. The sheets still smell of sex and Tom's aftershave hangs in the air. You are hit by the obviousness of his absence and you miss him desperately all of a sudden.
A shower... that's what you need.
Sniffling, you head to the bathroom. The moment the hot jets of water hit your skin, your muscles begin to loosen. The room fills with steam and you stand, forehead against the cool marble, letting the water work out the knots in your body.
Unbidden, the thought rises of Tom joining you. You imagine the rivulets of water tracing sinful paths over his lithe body. His hands gliding over your wet skin, his lips coming to your neck, your shoulder to suck away the drops of hot liquid that settle there. His fingers dipping to your pussy, slick with your own wetness, causing you to gasp out his name.
Fuck! Easy girl! What's gotten into you?!
Your eyes snap open and you hurriedly finish showering, blushing with more than just the heat of the spray.
Dried and wrapped in a huge towel you return to the bedroom to survey your clothes again in a calmer state.
Bra and garter belt- fine.
Knickers- bin fodder.
Stockings- laddered.
Dress- wrinkled to high heaven, but wearable.
Sighing you resign yourself to wearing what you can and begin pulling the dress back into shape.
Another text beeps through and your chest tightens as you check the caller ID.
Who else has seen the newspapers then...
Hello darling, I'm sending a courier over to you. He'll be at the back door in about 5 minutes. Let me know if what he delivers is ok for you. ;) xxx
Suitably mystified you tighten the towel around you and pad downstairs. Sure enough, as you reach the kitchen, you hear the quiet knocking. You peek through the tiniest crack in the door and the courier in his bike helmet thrusts the electronic notepad forward;
"Sign here please, love."
He's obviously busy, he doesn't give two hoots who you are. He just semi-snatches the pad back after you sign and hands over a large box.
"Have a good day, love."
And he's gone.
You gaze at the box, it's addressed for your attention.
This is for me?
You take the package to the living room and tentatively begin to open it, feeling awkward.
Inside there are a number of boxes and a short note, handwritten, from Tom;
Because you can't spend all day semi-naked, however much I enjoy the thought...
T xxx
"Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service"