20/5/72

Okay, what happened was that I woke up leaning against that sharp rock and Clarisse was leaning over me stroking my cheek and studying my face – I didn't know what was going on. It was very awkward being in my position because I didn't want her to stop, but I couldn't let her continues because I was confused as to what she was doing. I stayed still and watched as she slowly pressed her lips against mine and gradually put her tongue in my mouth. The sensation I felt was too indescribable for words – it was simply wonderful.

Anyways, I did what and red-blooded man would do and returned the kiss, moving my arms around her and pulling her closer.

She puzzled me by what she did next; she slowly pulled away and smiled. Then she got up and stumbled towards the way out, yelling, "Aren't you coming? People are going to be wondering where I am."

I saw her trip over and rushed to catch her, "What was that about?"

"What was what about?"

I helped her up and stared at her for a moment, wondering if she had forgotten about what she had just done then replied, "Nothing."

She tripped again, so I decided to carry her, "I think you've swallowed a little too much sea water."

I realised that I had a full bladder so I put her down and said, "Clarisse, do you think you could wait here for just a moment while I expel some urine?"

She turned away and I went behind a rock to release my bowel, then I tucked myself back into my pants and washed my hands in a near-by rock pool. I found that Clarisse had wondered off and was headed back towards the water. I ran over and stopped her just as she was about to step into it. I threw her over my shoulder and walked around the large rock to find the road. I then put her down and hailed for a car to stop. Since she was easily recognisable as the queen, we only had to wait a couple of minutes for someone to pull over. I thanked them for stopping and carefully helped Clarisse into the back seat. The person informed me that everybody was looking for her and that they thought she'd been kidnapped. Apparently there was a $10,000 reward for finding her, (which the driver received later on and which was silly because she's worth at least ten times that amount).

We arrived back at the palace, where the king and the maids were all standing around out the front. I was once again, thanked for returning her and the king asked me to meet with him in his office at 8pm the next night (which was tonight since I'm backtracking), so I went and waited outside the door listening to him and Clarisse bickering once again. He was yelling at her for continuously running away and she was yelling at him because she didn't have enough freedom. He told her that it was her job to stay at the palace looking pretty and to not run away when things get tough. She told him that she wasn't an object and that she hated being followed everywhere. I then heard the doorknob turning and straightened up my jacket. Clarisse stormed out of the room, slammed the door on the king's face and then stopped to look at me, "Oh don't act like you weren't listening!"

She continued stomping off down the hallway while the king invited me in. We sat down and talked about a possible promotion. I said I was quite happy to keep my position as the person who chases the queen after she's had an episode. He laughed and offered me a bonus instead which I gladly accepted.

I then asked him why he never goes after her when she's upset and he told me it was because he knows she'll always be back and that he can hire people to find her for him. I exited his office and headed off to my room to read a bit before going to bed.

I was awoken in the middle of the night to find that my door was being closed and a figure was walking over to my bed. I knew it wasn't Lauren because her scent isn't that heavenly, instead it was Clarisse.

I didn't need to ask what she was doing in my room because I had already realised that she was upset and couldn't go to her own husband for support since he was the one she was rebelling against. I must be the closest thing she has to a best friend.

She stood at the side of my bed so I pulled back the covers and motioned for her to climb in. She did so and just like the night at the beach, I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her temple. I could feel her body shaking against mine because she was crying, so I pulled her closer. It made me sad to think that I was the only person she could turn to for love and support.

It's nice having her in my bed because it gives me a chance to study her moonlit face, touch her skin and inhale the scent of her hair that always seems to drive me wild. Strawberries today…mmm…

Later…

Uh oh, I am in for some serious teasing tomorrow.

A few minutes ago I was lying in my bed with Clarisse in my arms – smelling her hair while she slept – and I suddenly felt a strong flash of light hitting my face. I opened my eyes and saw Lauren coming through the door and dropping her bag on the floor. She started saying, "Sorry I'm a bit late but I had to…"

I asked her to lower her voice and she stared and smiled at the sleeping queen, "Is that who I think it is? What is she doing in your room, in your bed, in your arms?"

"Shh!"

"Did you nail her, Joey?"

"Of course not, she's a married woman!"

"Then what's she doing in your bed?"

"She's having marital problems."

"Oh, I see – Joey's in looove, Joey's in looove."

"Look, don't mention this to anyone alright?"

"Why would I?"

"I don't know, I'm just saying don't!"

"Alright, no need to snap."

She took off her coat, climbed in beside me and started kissing my bare back.

"What are you doing?" I inquired.

"We had plans, or don't you remember?"

I was trying so hard not to yell, especially when she was trying to take off my boxer shorts, "Can't we cancel plans for tonight?"

"Why, not up to it, or isn't there enough of you to go around?"

"LOOK! I'M SORRY! I FORGOT THAT WE HAD PLANS FOR THIS EVENING, BUT I PROMISE I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU IF YOU JUST LEAVE RIGHT NOW!"

I may have said that a little to loudly because Clarisse stirred a little. I waited until I was sure she was still asleep before continuing, "You can't stay here tonight and we certainly can't do…that in here. What if she wakes up and finds that the bed is shaking because two people are having intercourse in it?"

"Then we'll ask her if she wants to join in! We could make a Joseph sandwich."

I stared at her in disgust, "You are despicable! Have you forgotten who she is? She is a queen and queens don't do things like that."

"Queens also don't sleep in the beds of their employees, but then look what we have here…"

"Will you please just leave before she wakes up?"

"Hmm…let me think about that…"

"Please?"

I stared at her with puppy-dog eyes and she said, "Aww…how can I say no to that sweet face?"

She kissed my cheek and left the room, I was so relieved. What would have happened if Clarisse did wake up to find that there was a third party in the bed? She would have been awfully embarrassed and she'd probably never trust me again.

Well, now I am going to resume stroking her hair, breathing her in, making the most of the opportunity in case I never get the chance to do it again. Ta ta!

21/5/72

I woke up this morning and she was gone! I studied the empty bed and noticed that there was no trace of her anywhere. Could I have dreamed the whole thing? No I couldn't have because she left her lipstick stain on my pillow.

Note to self: Don't wash pillow.

But isn't it possible that it could have been Lauren's lipstick? No, she wears a different shade to this. But she could have bought new lipstick…

Okay, the one reason why this couldn't have been a dream is that I keep a Journal of my daily events and thoughts, and the Journal never lies. I can't believe I spent the night in my bed with the queen.

I met up with her today to ask her how she was feeling and she said she was fine. She then commented on the weather and asked me how life was treating me. Not a word was said about last night. Did she even remember being in my room? Did she remember how I held her and kissed her and in complete silence offered her support? Hmm…she is one strange woman.

Lauren wouldn't leave me alone earlier this morning, she kept saying things like, "So…what did you two get up to after I left? Does the king know? Does anybody apart from me know? Are you two going to do it again? Did you have morning sex?"

I got so fed up with it that I pushed her against the wall and held her hands above her head, "All we did after you left was sleep, there's nothing for you or the king to know since nothing happened, we never actually 'did it' so we couldn't exactly do it again and since she left before I woke up, there was absolutely no chance of us having morning sex."

"But I bet you wanted to, huh?"

I let her go and stormed off in case I just exploded from her ignorance.

And that was the story of my day.