My Time With Bob

by KatrinaRoberta

A heartfelt dream of longing turns into the best dream Katrina ever had...or was it just a dream? The Joy of Painting, Bob Ross fan creation

2. The Dream Continues

'THE DREAM CONTINUES

It was July 1991- almost a year since my time with Bob. As promised he phoned me whenever he was in Muncie. Several times he asked when I was going back and I genuinely felt that he wanted to see me again. I explained that I worked and it depended on when I could take time off. In reality I was saving up for the air fare, but I couldn't tell him that, for being Bob, he would have offered to pay it for me.

Late one Friday evening the phone rang. It was a number that I didn't recognise. 'Hello' I said rather hesitantly.

'Hi, Katrina, it's Bob', as though I needed affirmation. I'd have known that voice anywhere.

'Hello Bob, you've got a different number'.

'No, it's my cellphone. I'm down in Florida still'.

'Well, it's lovely to hear from you'.

'I've got some very sad news, I'm afraid. My Mom passed away six weeks ago. Thank God I was here when it happened.'

'Oh, Bob, I'm so sorry. I know how much she meant to you.'

'She was the most wonderful lady. The best Mom anyone could have. I miss her like hell.'

'I wish there was something I could do'.

'There is. That's why I'm phoning. It's a big ask though.'

'What is it? You know I'll do anything I can.'

'Could you fly over in a couple of weeks' time? Before you say anything ….. I'll make all the arrangements. I'll get the tickets, I'll book the hotel. What do you say?'

'You know I'd love to come. I'm sure I can get the time off work. Can I let you know on Monday?'

'OK'.'

'I can't believe that I'll be seeing you again.. It's so sudden. I just wish it was in different circumstances.'

' I've been thinking about it for a while ….. And then this happening has made me realize just how short life is and that anything can happen. We can't take anything for granted. I just want to be with you again.'

'Oh, Bob, you don't know what that means to me. Thank you so much.'

'I'll give you a call on Monday to check that it's all OK, then I can get the wheels in motion.'

'I promise I'll be over there - two weeks on Monday. You take care, won't you?'

He said 'God Bless' and hung up.

A fortnight later I was at the airport in Muncie, being met, as before, by Bob's friend Chris. I said 'How is Bob?'

'Fragile' he said. 'Treat him nice …he's hurting.'

'Poor Bob'.

'Yes', he said, 'he loved his Mom so much. She was the most important person in his life. Just goes to show, doesn't it?'

'Yes, as Bob said, we can't take anything for granted.'

Chris dropped me off at my Hotel and I got freshened up. About 7.45 there was a tap at the door. I couldn't stop my heart from thumping. I opened the door and there he was. Everything seemed just like it was before, and yet I knew that it couldn't be.

'Hello again ', he said, and gave me that beautiful smile.

'Hello, Bob, it's so nice to see you again. Come in'.

He came in, pushing the door shut behind him. Taking me in his arms he hugged me tightly. 'Oh, Katrina' was all he said. After a moment or two he broke away. 'Well, tell me how your flight was.'

'OK', I said 'I'm getting to be quite a seasoned traveller. But tell me …how are you?'

'Better than I was. It just takes some getting used to …knowing she'll never be there again when I go home.'He paused. ' Anyway, how about we go and eat at our usual place?'

'Yes, that would be lovely'.

We drove to the restaurant and, when the waitress came to our table, Bob said 'Do you remember Katrina from last year?'

'Oh yes', she said. 'Our food is so good you couldn't stay away'.

'Definitely' I replied.

As we waited for our meals Bob asked 'Well, how's life been treating you?'

'OK' I said. 'It's just the same old routine'.

That's what I like about life these days. Apart from when I'm filming I don't really have any set routine. I just do what I enjoy doing … and you know what that is.'

For a moment I couldn't suppress a smile.

Bob saw it, grinned back, and said 'I'm talking about painting!'

'I know, Bob'.

He said 'You're going to do wonders for me'.

'I hope so'.

'I know so'.

After we'd finished our meals Bob drove me back to my hotel. As I was about to get out of the car he suddenly said 'Would you stay with me tonight? I don't mean - well you know what I mean - I just don't want to be alone.'

'Of course I will.' He looked so lost.'Just let me pop up to my room to pack a few things and I'll be right back'.

'You don't know what this means to me.'

'It means a lot to me too. I won't be long,' I said, getting out of the car.

I packed a few things, hurried back and soon we were in Peachtree Lane. Once in the apartment Bob said 'Can I get you anything ….. A drink …..something to eat?

'No, I'm fine, thanks.'

'We'd better get ready for bed then. It's an early start tomorrow - and I know you don't like those.'

'I'm fine. Stop worrying about me.

He said 'Well, there's the bathroom. I'll leave you to it,'

I emerged later, wearing my prettiest nightgown. He said 'Katrina, I want you to know how grateful I am to have you here.'

'I'm just glad to be here, Bob'.

He kissed my cheek. 'You know where the bedroom is. I won't be long.'

I went to the bedroom, remembering the last time we were there. So different from now - and yet just to hold him, to be with him all night, was a dream I never dreamt would come true.

I climbed into bed and shortly afterwards he joined me - his hair still damp from the shower, wearing boxers … again so different! He lay down beside me, leaning over to turn out the light, then bending over to kiss my cheek. 'Thank you for being here, for everything. Night night. God Bless.'

'Night, night, Bob. God Bless'

I must admit I didn't sleep very well. I just wanted to remember the feeling of having Bob lying next to me, his arm around me. A feeling I will never forget.

I must have dozed off because I was woken up by Bob touching my shoulder. 'Wake up, sleepy head. I've brought you some coffee. I know it's the middle of the night for you, but I have to be at the studio by 8.00.'

'What is the time?'

'Just after 7.00.' He sat down on the side of the bed. He was already dressed in his shirt and jeans, ready for filming. 'Now you've got two options. - you can either stay here all day (and keep the fish company) - in which case you can go back to sleep! - or you can get up and I'll drive you back to the hotel'.

'Could I stay here?'

'I was hoping you'd say that. How about me getting us a takeaway on the way home, then we can spend the evening together'.

'That would be lovely'.

'OK - drink your coffee, then I'll come and say goodbye before I leave.' He bent over and kissed my forehead.

Half an hour later he reappeared. 'I'm off now. There's food in the fridge and coffee in the cupboard. Don't answer any calls - there wouldn't normally be anyone here anyway. I've left my number by the phone in case you need me. Bye sweetheart, see you about 6.00' and he gave me a lingering kiss on the lips ….. The first proper kiss he'd given me since I'd arrived. 'Oh, and there's bread in the cupboard if you want to feed the fish' he called as he walked to the door.

I layed back down again, still unable to believe that I was actually sleeping in Bob's bed…. and wishing that he was still here with me.. I closed my eyes and snuggled into his pillow. The next time I opened them and looked at my watch it was 11.00 …I must have gone to sleep. I got up, showered, dressed and made myself a cup of coffee. The rest of the day passed reasonably quickly. I made the bed, washed up a few things, fed the fish, made myself a sandwich for lunch, then sat in the garden.

About 5.00 I was suddenly encircled from behind by two strong arms. 'Hi, gorgeous, how's your day been?'

'Oh, Bob, you made me jump. You're early, aren't you?'

'Yes, we only filmed three episodes, and it all went smoothly. I didn't even manage to knock the easel over.'

'Do you normally then?'

'I have a few times - if I press too hard with the brush. Then we have to scrap it and start filming from the beginning again - which doesn't please the crew very much. Anyway, have you been OK?'

'Yes, I've fed the fish'.

'Good girl. Have you eaten anything?'

'Yes, I've had a sandwich.'

'Now I'm home early, do you still want a takeaway or shall we go out to dinner?'

'You know I'd rather have you to myself'.

OK. I'll go and order it. Is 7.00 OK with you?'

'Yes, fine,

'I think I can remember what you used to have ….or have your tastes changed?'

'No, I still like the same things'.

'I'm glad about that,' he said, smiling.

After a few minutes he was back. He sat down beside me, his arm around my shoulders. I said ' You seem more yourself today'.

'I'm beginning to feel more like myself. I guess I've just got to learn to accept it. Mom always believed in an afterlife, so I 've just got to hope that one day we'll be together again. And ' - he squeezed me tighter - 'having you here really helps.' He bent over, planting a kiss on the top of my head.'I think I'd better take you back to your hotel tonight. It's not fair on you, leaving you alone all day. Perhaps you can stay over at the weekend.'

'I'd love that.'

'Is there a chance that you might try to corrupt me again?' he asked.

'Me corrupt you? I thought it was the other way round'.

'OK - if you'd prefer it we can always spend the weekend in the park feeding the squirrels! You'd be quite safe then!' He winked.

'I prefer your earlier suggestion'.

'That's my Katrina!'

We sat there until almost 7.00, with Bob telling me stories about the different little creatures he takes on the show and the mayhem some of them caused.

I said 'I bet the producers love you'.

He said 'Oh, they're OK with me - I'm quite well behaved - it's the animals they get mad with … the racoon especially …. He was a bit of a handful.'

'I'm surprised really that they let you do it.'

'The audience seems to love the little critters so they put up with it. They're a great team anyway. Pretty easy going.' He looked at his watch 'It's coming up to 7.00. Do you want to eat out here or go indoors?'

'We may as well stay out here. It's still warm.

He disappeared indoors, re-emerging ten minutes later with our food. After we'd eaten he said 'Would you like some iced tea?'

'I remember the last time you asked me that'.

'So do I … with very fond memories. But you're going home tonight so we'll just have the ?'

'OK'

He took our trays and very soon emerged with the iced teas.

'Now tomorrow. Would you like one of the girls to keep you company? Susie's left us, I'm afraid, but I'm sure one of the other girls would love a couple of days off work'.

'Are you sure?'.

'I'm sure. I'll get her to call you in the morning. Not too early' he added.

'You're so good to me. How can I repay you?

'You'll think of a way, I'm sure.'

He looked at me and, as always, I just melted in the warmth of those brown eyes. After we'd finished our iced tea he said 'Pass me your glass. I'll take them in and get some bread for those poor starving fish.'

''Does that mean you'd like me to feed them?'

'Only if you really want to…..but they did confide in me that the bread tastes so much nicer when you do it.'

'Of course they did.. Get me the bread then. Flattery will get you everywhere.'

He took my glass. 'Really. I'd better think of some more nice things to say!'

He dodged my hand as I went to slap him and took the glasses into the kitchen. He was soon back with the bread. I took it and went down to the pond. I felt so relieved that he seemed to be back to his old self, and yet I had this nagging feeling that maybe it was just for my benefit. I knew that time was the only thing that could really heal the pain. I just hoped that perhaps my presence could at least make him forget it for a while.

We sat in the garden until it began to get dark, then he said 'I'd better drive you back to your hotel. I hope they didn't send out a search party for you last night!'

'I doubt whether they'd miss one guest!'

'A special one like you they would'.

'Oh, Bob, you say the nicest things' I said laughing.

'Well I'm a nice guy when you get to know me!'

'I think I know you quite well.'

'A lot better than most!'

I packed up my things, got into the car and we drove back to the hotel. As he

stopped the car Bob took hold of my hand and squeezed it. 'Thanks for being there last night.''.

'But I didn't do anything'

'You were there - that was enough'. He paused just for a moment. 'Katrina, you mean so much to me'.

'And you to me'.

He let out a deep breath. 'I'll get one of the girls to call you in the morning. It'll probably be Jenny.' He kissed my cheek. 'See you tomorrow night'.

I picked up my bag, said 'Bye for now', got out of the car and he sped off.

I went into the hotel, collected my key from the desk and went up to my room. I unpacked my bag then sat on the bed thinking about was he feeling now that he was alone? I was glad that I was spending the weekend with him - as much for his sake as mine. I thought that going to the park on Saturday might be a good idea. Feeding his little friends should bring a smile to his face. With that thought in mind I undressed, washed and went to bed.

The next morning about 10.00 the phone rang. 'Hi, Katrina, it's Jenny. Bob's assigned me as your guide for the next few days. What time shall we meet?'

We arranged a time and the day passed very pleasantly..

At 8.00 came that familiar tap on the door. I opened it and he came in, pushing the door shut and taking me in his arms.

I said 'How are you feeling?'

'I'll feel a lot better on Friday night!'

'Oh Bob, I can't wait. I wondered if maybe on Saturday we could go to the park and feed the squirrels'.

'I guess so. See how you feel on Saturday. You might be too worn out to go anywhere'.

'Bob!'

'What's the matter. I just mean with all that shopping you're doing with Jenny. Come on. Let's go and eat.'

We went to our usual restaurant and the same routine followed until Friday evening.

I'd had my hair washed and blow~dried and was wearing my favourite dress. As soon as his knock came I opened the door. He came in, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. He said 'God, you look gorgeous. You give me a hard-on just looking at you!'

'Bob!

'Yes, Katrina?' he replied innocently.

'Stop being so cheeky. Anyway - you didn't need to tell me. It's amazing what I can feel through this dress!'

'Now who's being cheeky? Any more of it and I'll take you on that bed here and now!'

'Can't we have our dinner first?'

'You're a tease, you know that?'

'I'm just hungry'.

'OK, we'll go and eat. Where do you want to go?'

'I don't mind. You choose'.

He took me to a restaurant that we had visited last time I was here. I said 'Do you remember we came here last year and there were a couple of people who kept staring at you?'

'I get that a fair bit now. I can never make up my mind whether it's because I'm on TV or if it's just because I'm so damned good looking!'

'Modest with it'.

'Definitely'

'Well I think you're gorgeous'.

'That's all that matters' he said. - Come to think of it …you're not bad yourself'.

'Thank you, Bob''.

He whispered 'Especially with your clothes off!'

'Bob!'

As we were getting in his car he said 'Are you sure you still want to come back to Peachtree Lane, knowing what's in store for you?'

'Oh yes….. feeding the squirrels tomorrow?'

'You've got tonight to get through first!'

'We all have to make sacrifices!'

'You're getting too cheeky. We'll have to put a stop to that'.

'And how do you propose doing that?'

I'll think of a way'.

He started up the car and off we drove …. to Peachtree Lane. Once there he carried my bag into the house and sat down next to me on the settee.

'Would you like anything to drink ….iced tea, coffee, wine?'

'Could I have a coffee?'

'Sure, I'll make us one. Do you mind if I smoke?'

'No, I like the smell of cigarettes.'

'You don't smoke though, do you?'

'No, I've never been tempted'.

'Wish I'd never started. Probably kill me in the end.'

'Don't say things like that'.

'We've all got to go sometime, sweetheart. That's the one certainty in life.' He was suddenly serious. ' I realize that more than ever now.'

He made the coffee, brought it in and sat down next to me. I put my arm around his shoulders.

He said 'Look Katrina, I know I keep joking about tonight, but I don't want you doing anything you're not sure of'.

'Oh I'm sure, Bob. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't'.

'You've no idea how you've helped me this week. The crew at the studio are great, but it was the evenings that I was dreading … and having you here …..well, you know what I mean….'

'I've loved being with you. You must know that.'

'OK - drink your coffee, then you can show me how much.'

We finished our drinks, then he said 'Do you need a shower?'

'No, I had one before we went out, but I'd like to brush my teeth etc.'

'OK - you first'.

After I'd finished my ablutions I went into the bedroom, put on my nightie and got into bed. Very soon Bob re-emerged, wearing his boxers. He said 'Well this looks like a replay of Monday night. Are we just going to cuddle up and go to sleep?'

'I don't know. Are we?'

'Not if I've got anything to do with it' he said, climbing on the bed and pulling off my nightie.'This is what I expected to find waiting for me.' He pulled off his pants. ….'Clyde's ready for you already'.

'So I see!'

He kissed me, almost roughly, his hands in my hair. Soon his mouth had moved down my neck to my breasts, sucking the nipples, kneading the flesh with his fingers. Then his hand moved down, pushing open my legs, his fingers sending shivers up my spine. Suddenly he was on top of me. He whispered hoarsely 'I'm sorry, I can't wait any longer'. Almost roughly he pushed himself inside me, clamping his mouth over mine, his hands grasping my shoulders. He climaxed almost immediately, his whole body shuddering. As his breathing returned to normal he gently lifted himself from me. 'Oh, Katrina, I'm sorry - I guess that was one of those happy little accidents.'

'I'm not complaining'.

'Oh, you like it rough, do you?'

'I just love being with you.'

'If only you knew …'

'Knew what?'

'Nothing … It doesn't matter'. He put his arms around me, pulled me close and kissed me- a beautiful, lingering, gentle kiss. Then he pulled the sheet up over us, put his arm around me and said 'Goodnight, my gorgeous girl. Sleep tight.'

'You too, Bob.. Night, night.'.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

I was woken up by Bob's kiss, his mouth pressed hard against mine. He was watching me and, once he saw that I was awake, he lifted his head. 'I had to stop you somehow … you were snoring.'

Oh, Bob, I'm sorry'.

'Don't apologize. It was a very sweet, quiet, ladylike snore'.

'I bet'.

'No, it was. That was just my excuse to wake you. Clyde's been pestering me'.

'Of course'.

'You don't believe me?' He took hold of my wrist, pulling my hand down under the sheet. It was indeed rather large and rather warm. 'Ooh, that's nice' he said, as my fingers wrapped around it. 'Sit on me'.

I clambered over him, sitting back on my heels.

Lift up a minute', he said.

I knelt up and he slowly pushed himself inside me. 'Now sit down slowly' he said. 'I want to last longer than last time.'

I gently lowered myself down. He cupped his hands over my breasts, softly stroking the nipples, then taking each one into his mouth and sucking hard. He moved his hands to my back, his fingers lightly moving up and down, producing the strangest sensations. He pulled me to him, beginning to move beneath me, slowly at first, then faster and deeper. Pulling me even closer, the hairs on his chest tickling my already sensitive breasts, he kissed me, his tongue in my mouth. It seemed as though our bodies had fused into one, never wanting to be parted again. The orgasm tore through us together, his fingers digging deep into my back, the pain seeming to add to the rapture.

We lay still for a few minutes, his arms around me, then slowly he turned on his side, disengaging himself from me. He said 'Are you OK? I'm always scared of hurting you.'

'Bob, I'm not made of glass'.

'No, but you're so tight down there - and that really turns me on. I just can't get enough of you'. We lay there, his arm around me. I was beginning to feel sleepy when he said. 'It's only 6.30 - cuddle up and let's go to sleep'.

'Before we go to the park to feed the squirrels?'

'They're not as hungry as I am'.

'We can have breakfast before we go'.

'It's not breakfast I'm hungry for!'

'Bob Ross, you're incorrigible. Go back to sleep'.

He leant over, kissed my cheek and snuggled up.

By the time we woke up again it was 9.15. He said 'Well, we'd better get ready if we're going to the park'.

'Are you sure you don't mind?'

'How can I compete with cute little animals with fluffy tails? '

'I'll tell you when we get back'.

A couple of hours later we were in the park. It wasn't the same one we visited last year. Bob said 'If I remember rightly you said you've never seen a raccoon - well there should be plenty here'.

'Fancy you remembering that'.

'I remember everything about it. I'll never forget it…..just as I won't this year.'

'Neither will I'.

He took some berries out of his pocket and threw them on the ground. A few minutes later a raccoon appeared, quickly followed by a second. They snatched up the berries. Bob said 'I won't try to touch them ….they can be spiteful little beggars.' After a while he said 'Shoot, let's go and find some squirrels now. They're a lot more cuddly - just like you' - and he winked.

We walked for a while. It was a lovely day and the park was quite busy. Eventually we found a quiet spot. He said 'We may as well sit down for a while. I feel a bit tired today. Didn't sleep very well. Had this woman with me who just wouldn't leave me alone.' He dodged my hand as I went to slap him. 'She beats me too if I don't obey her every wish'.

I said 'You poor little dear - you look hard done by'.

He grinned as he took a handful of berries from his pocket. We sat on the grass and he dropped the berries nearby. Very soon we were joined by several squirrels. He spoke quietly to them, rubbing his fingers in the grass just in front of them. A couple of the braver ones came forward, letting him stroke their heads.I never ceased to be amazed at how the animals loved him.

After a while he said 'I don't know about you, but I'm beginning to feel hungry. If I remember correctly there's a pizza bar not far away. Are you OK waiting here while I go and get us one?'

'I won't run away'.

You'd better not', and off he went.

I sat there, watching a couple of squirrels still hunting in the grass for any remaining berries. A few people walked by- some of them smiled, some even said 'Hi'.

Very soon Bob was back, box in hand. He opened it and said 'Help yourself ….I had them cut it up for me.'

'You'll have the squirrels back when they smell food.'

'Not sure if they like pizza. Mind you, if they're hungry they'll probably eat anything. I guess we'd better save them a slice.'

'Do you have red squirrels over here, or only gray?'

``We have every colour, size and shape of squirrel here ….same as people.'

After we'd finished eating Bob broke up the last slice and dropped it on the grass. We soon found out that squirrels do like pizza! He said 'Shall we go for a walk now? There's a lot more park to see.'

He dropped the box into a nearby bin, took my hand in his and we began walking. It was indeed a beautiful park, so much larger than the ones in my part of the world. After about an hour he said 'Are you ready to go home yet? I don't know about you, but I've had enough walking.'

'Yes, so have I. Are we far from the car?'

'No, not far. Come on'.

Ten minutes later we were in the car, on our way home.

Once home, as we sat on the settee, Bob said 'Would you like to go out to dinner or shall I order a takeaway?'

'I'm too tired to go out. Do you mind?'

'Of course I don't. I feel pretty tired myself. Must be all that walking.' He grinned. 'We'll have to go out tomorrow as it's your last evening.'

'Oh, Bob, don't remind me. The week's gone so quickly.'

'I'll always be grateful to you for what you've done.'

'I haven't done anything.'

'You've been here for me, taking my mind off things. I don't know what I'd have done without you.'

'Wouldn't Jane have come here - to be with you?'

'She can't leave the office. They're too busy down there. I'm trying not to think of her whilst you're here - the guilt can take over once you've gone.'

'Can I ask you something?'

'You can ask me anything. You know that.'

'Do you love her?'

'Yes, I do. Very much. She's stood by me and believed in me all these years.….and yet….' He stopped …his eyes filling with tears.

''Bob, what is it ?'

'What is it? It's just that I happen to have fallen for you as well. I know it's wrong and I know I shouldn't, and, God knows, I tried so hard to forget you once you'd gone home, but I couldn't.' He began to sob. 'And now … losing Mom'...

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight.

After a few moments he kissed my cheek, wiped his eyes with his hand and sat back on the settee.

'Sorry about that'.

'Don't be silly. I'm so glad that you told me.'

He stood up. 'I'd better order our meal - won't be a minute.'

About five minutes later he returned …. with some bread.'Shall we sit outside, then I can watch you feed the fish?'

I stood up 'That's very kind of you'.

'Well, I know how you love doing it'. We went into the yard, he sat down, handing me the loaf.

After I'd finished my duty I went back and sat down beside him. He put his arm around me, 'I'm sorry about before'.

'Stop apologizing. You've no idea how good it made me feel to hear you say that'.

'What? Go and feed the fish?'

'No, you idiot. You know what I mean.'

'We'd better make the most of tonight. It's got to last us for a long time.'

'I know it has. Don't remind me. After we've eaten shall we go and shower? I think we need an early night'.

He looked at me ' Does the WE go and shower' mean what I hope it means?'

'If you want it to'.

'Boy, do I want it to. Clyde's getting excited already.''

'Well tell him to calm down. He's got a long wait. We haven't eaten yet. By the way, I haven't seen any of your paintings this time.'

I thought I'd better put them away in case a certain little girl rubs her fingers on them'.

'I didn't ruin it, did I?'

'No, it was fine'.

'Can't I see any of them?'

'They're all packed away in the trailer, ready for the next series.'

'What? Already?

Well, once I go back to Florida I'm travelling around a lot, so I don't get a chance to do them then'.

'You certainly lead a busy life'.

'Yea, but I enjoy it. Keeps me out of mischief anyway ….well, most of the time!'He winked, pulling me closer.

We sat there in silence, each lost in our own thoughts, until Bob abruptly pulled his arm away. 'Heck, it's almost 7.00. I'd better go in else I'll miss the delivery.'

Ten minutes later he was back with our meals. After we'd eaten he said 'Would you like something to drink?'

'No, thanks'.

He picked up the tray and took it into the house, minutes later returning to sit back down beside me. He looked at me - as always those beautiful brown eyes melting away my defenses. 'Well, I don't know about you, but I reckon it's time I had a shower.'

'Would you like me to wash your back?'

'It's not my back that needs washing! Come on!'

He took my hand and within seconds we were in the bathroom. Just as quickly he had removed my t-shirt, followed by the rest of my clothing. He went to pull off his shirt. I stopped him 'Let me'.

'With pleasure' he said. I pulled off his shirt, unbuckled his jeans and very soon he too was naked. He pulled me to him, his mouth pressed hard against mine. This feeling of utter closeness sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly he lifted me up into his arms and stepped into the shower. As he placed me down he turned on the taps and said 'Hand me the soap'.,

He took it from me, working up a lather with his hands, which he then proceeded to gently rub all over my body. I had never known such utter pleasure. After several minutes of this exquisite torture he handed the soap to me.

I began by rubbing it into his chest, then his back, but, as I began to move down his body, he took hold of my wrist.

'I don't think you'd better wash there, unless you want more than soap all over you!'

Poor Clyde was therefore omitted, and I moved down to his thighs.

After we were both thoroughly cleansed and rinsed, he turned off the shower, and snatching up two large towels, he lifted me up into his arms and carried me to the bedroom.

After laying the towels over the bed he laid me on them and gently lowered himself over me. As I looked up at his face his eyes were fixed on me, dark and intense. He fastened his mouth over mine, his tongue as demanding as his body. His hand was moving down - over my breasts, over my hips - his fingers digging deep into my skin - until finally reaching their goal and gently forcing my legs apart. Within minutes he was inside me, pushing deeper and deeper, quicker and quicker, his hands tightly gripping my shoulders. 'Oh, Katrina, Katrina' he whispered as both of our worlds suddenly exploded.

As we slowly returned to reality he looked down at me, his eyes soft and warm again. He said 'Katrina, I don't know what you do to me, but I don't want it to ever end'.

He lifted himself off me, lying down beside me.'But this time tomorrow you'll be saying goodbye'.

'Oh, Bob, don't remind me'. I put my arm around him, holding him tight.

He said 'I guess I'd better dry us off, then we can go to bed. No point in getting dressed again, and if we sat outside like this we'd have the fish going to their Union to complain!'

'Idiot!'

Once we were both dry he took the towels back and then joined me in bed, pulling me close to him. He said 'Can I ask you something personal?'

'You know you can'.

'Do you have someone back home? You know ….a boyfriend?'

'No. I haven't had one for over 10 years.'

'I can't believe that'.

It's true'.

What's wrong with the guys over there? Are they all blind?'

'I went out with someone for about 3 years. Actually he left his wife for me.'

'So you've got a thing for married men?'

'You're only the second'.

'So what happened with this guy?'

'We got engaged, then he decided to go back to his wife. We'd been arguing a lot, and it wouldn't have worked out'.

'I know it's mean of me, but I'm kinda glad there's no-one else'.

'Why?'

'I don't want to share you with anyone'.

Oh, that's lovely'. I hugged him.

'No, it's not. It's selfish. I just want you all to myself. And I'm dreading tomorrow night.'

'So am I'.

'As the song says 'We've got tonight. Who cares about tomorrow' - or words to that effect. I guess that's what we've got to do. OK?'

'OK'.

He hugged me close, kissing my forehead.

We laid there for ages, neither of us able to sleep, but I was content just to be in his arms. After a while he said ' Perhaps we should have gone out the yard after all. The fresh air might have made us sleepy.'

'I'm fine just lying here with you. It's early yet anyway, isn't it?'

'9.30'.

'We've got plenty of time to sleep.'

I cuddled up close to him and very soon the beat of his heart and the warmth of his body lulled me to sleep. I suddenly awoke, still lying in his arms.

'Hello sleepyhead,' he said. 'So you're back in the land of the living'.

'How long have I been asleep?'

'A couple of hours'.

'You're still wide awake'.

'I guess I have other things on my mind besides sleep'.

'Like what?'

'Not what you're thinking'.

'How do you know what I'm thinking?'

'Because I know you. No, I was thinking about tomorrow night, once you've gone.' He pulled me even closer.

'Will you really miss me?'

'Of course I'll miss you. I'll be cold in bed all by myself'

'Is that all I am to you? A bed warmer'.

'No, I guess you've got other uses! Now go on back to sleep - it's getting late'.He pulled the sheet up over us and very soon we were both asleep.

When I next woke up I was still lying with Bob's arm around me. I looked at him. He was still fast asleep. He looked so cute with his tousled curls. I loved him so much. He stirred, opening his eyes. He said 'Hi, sexy, what are you looking at?'

'You. I was thinking how much I love you'.

'Do you really mean that?

'Of course I do. Oh, Bob, I don't want to go home.'

'I know…..and I don't want you to., but I guess we've just got to be grateful for the time we've had and make the most of what we've got left - starting now!'

He leant over me, pushing me down onto the pillow, his mouth pressed hard against mine, then slowly moving across my face to my ear, his tongue, darting in and out, sending shivers down my spine. . I'd never realized that they were so sensitive. His attention then focused on my breasts, squeezing, sucking, until he moved - slowly and gently - down my body - to that most sensitive of places - whilst his hands were gently rubbing the inside of my thighs. Every inch of my skin felt on fire. I couldn't believe what this man could do to me. His mouth began to move back up my body, his hand still between my legs, his finger inside he pulled himself up, sitting astride me - and as soon as he entered me I felt the explosion between us, his mouth pressed hard against mine, his fingers pressing deep into my skin..

'Oh, Bob,' I said, as soon as I could breathe.

He looked at me, his eyes dark, brooding, then bending his head, he kissed me again, a kiss so sensual, so intense I felt as though our very spirits were one. We clung to one another as though never wanting to be apart again.

After a few moments he raised his head, his eyes burning into me.

'I love you so much it hurts'.

'I know what you mean'. Oh, Bob, I don't want to leave'.

'Stop saying that. If circumstances were different you never would'.

'Do you mean that?'

'I don't say things I don't mean'.

We lay there, lost in each other's arms.

Several minutes passed before Bob, slowly, gently, moved away from me, and lay on his back. He looked at his watch.

'Well, he said 'I guess it's time we got up. It's 10.00 o'clock. Do you want to shower?'

'No, I want to keep your scent on my body as long as possible'.

'You'll have to wash sometime, else people will start avoiding you!'

'I'll wash when I get back to the hotel. I'll just clean my teeth and face now'.

'Go ahead then. I'll go after you'.I'll shower later as well. We'll both be dirty together. Off you go' and he patted my bottom.

Once we were both dressed we sat in the kitchen drinking our coffee. He said 'Shall we just have a sandwich for lunch and then go out for our meal tonight?'

'I'd rather have a takeaway again and just be with you'.

'OK. If you're sure. Now drink your coffee, then we can sit in the garden and you can feed the fish.'

'You're a slave driver'.

We drank our coffee, he handed me the bread and we went out into the garden. After the fish were fed I sat down beside him on the bench. He said 'This time tomorrow you'll be going to the airport.'

'Don't remind me'.

'I'll be on TV painting a picture, trying to act happy. I'll probably paint the mountain upside down or something'.

'Idiot'.

'Yes, I'm an idiot for inviting you over here in the first place. Little did I know what I was letting myself in for.'

'Are you sorry you did?'

'Heck no. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. What! A woman who's continually lusting after me and who's worn me out trying to fight her off?!

'Yes, I've noticed'.

He pulled me close to him, kissing the top of my head.

I said 'Maybe we could have that shower later. It would save me bothering when I get back to the hotel'.

'You've just done it again!'

'Done what?!'

'You know what! Let me know when you start to feel dirty.'

We sat there in silence - his arm around me, my head on his shoulder, both of us lost in our thoughts. Eventually he said 'I'm beginning to feel hungry. You ready for a sandwich yet?'

'Yes please'.

'Any preference?'

'Ham and tomato?'

'OK. I'll order our takeaway at the same time. Would you like something different?'

No, thanks - just the usual.'

'Usual time?'

'Yes'.

He disappeared into the kitchen, re-emerging about 20 minutes later. I said 'I was getting worried. I thought you'd run away'.

'I almost did - knowing the fate that's awaiting me'.

'We can always have separate showers'.

'Like hell we can! No, the line was busy. It took a while to get through.'

We sat, eating our sandwiches. After we'd finished Bob looked at me. He said 'You're bloody gorgeous - you know that?'

'I'm sure I am. I've hardly got any make-up on.'

'I prefer you like that'.

'Really?'

Yes. I hate it when these women get their makeup all over my shirt'.

I felt a pang of jealousy. 'Does that happen very often?'

He grinned. 'I wondered if you'd take the bait. No, I flirt sometimes, but that's as far as it goes - then you came along.'

'How was I different?'

I don't know - you just are. Must be the English accent!' And the fact that you like taking showers …speaking of which …I suddenly feel very dirty!'

Mentally or physically?'

'Both'.

Is that a hint?'

'More than a hint'. He took my hand. 'Come on'.

Once in there he slowly undressed me. He said 'I want to savor every moment of this - it's got to last us a hell of a time.'

I pulled off his shirt, then unbelted his jeans and slowly pulled them down, followed by his boxers.

He turned on the water, its warmth seeming to add to the atmosphere. I passed him the soap and slowly, tenderly he washed every part of my body, his hands lingering on some parts much longer than others.

He handed me the soap and he, too, was washed with meticulous care - every part of him, that is, except poor Clyde ….. His treat was coming in a minute!

He turned off the water. 'I'll fetch the towels', he said.

'No, wait a minute'.

He looked at me 'Why? What's the matter?'

'Nothing. Come here.'

'What are you up to?'

'I just think it's time that poor Clyde had a wash'

'Poor Clyde? He's never had it so good! '

'I just think that it's time he had a wash'.

'You get anywhere near him and you know what's going to happen'.

'So, let it happen'. I rubbed some soap in my hand and then took hold of him. He was so big and so warm. I suddenly felt Bob's hand between my legs, his finger pushing into me.

He said 'Two can play at this game. You're going to get in one hell of a mess.'

'Then you can wash me again.'

It wasn't very long before his breathing quickened, a few seconds later he whispered 'I'm coming'. As he climaxed he ran his free hand through the warm liquid and, as he slowly rubbed it into my nipples, my body shuddered into an orgasm. He pulled me close to him, his lips pressed hard against mine. Moments later, as the ecstasy slowly passed he said 'I think I'd better rinse us both down again - you seem to have got into a bit of a mess!'

'I said 'And who's fault is that?'

'Yours!'

I said 'If only I could stay and you could keep me in your shirt pocket like you do Peapod'.

'If only' he said. 'And I could take you out at regular intervals'.

'What for?'

'To feed, of course!'

'Of course.'

Once we were both clean and dry we dressed and went back into the yard. We sat in silence on the bench, his arm around my shoulders, my arm around his waist. We didn't speak …. there seemed no need for words …we both knew what the other was thinking. After a while he said 'What time's your flight tomorrow?' Is it 11.30?

'Yes', I said. Why?'

'I'll get Chris to pick you up at the hotel at 10.00. That'll give you plenty of time. I'm sorry I can't come.'

'So am I'.

Probably for the best. We don't want any tears.'

Who said I was going to cry?'

'I wasn't meaning you!'

'Oh, Bob'. I held him close.

'What was it that Shakespeare said? 'Parting is such sweet sorrow'. I don't know what's sweet about it.'

'Listen to him … quoting Shakespeare.'

'That was a fluke. I was never any good at school. I was better working with my hands - carpentry, building.'

'And painting'.

'That came later. I went to art classes when I was stationed in Alaska, but they mostly painted people, and I'm no good at that, so I left. Then I saw Bill Alexander on TV doing his' wet on wet 'and I knew that was for me, so I left the Forces, went to find him and - as they say - the rest is history.. When I got my show on TV though he didn't like it and so we fell out. Pity.' He looked at me. 'So now you've heard my life story'.

'And now you're a famous artist.'

'I don't know about that. I just love painting and encouraging others to paint. But I haven't encouraged you yet.'

'Not to paint!'

You don't need any encouragement in other things!'

'What other things?'

'Don't start. The food'll soon be here. I'd better go in'.

'Coward.'

'We'll see who's a coward after we've eaten'.

He disappeared into the flat, re-emerging soon after with our meals.

After we'd eaten I said 'Do you sit out here a lot normally?'

'Not during the week. By the time I get home it's getting dark'.

'Oh yes, I forgot that you go to the restaurant to eat.'

'I'm usually only here a couple of weekends at a time. Sometimes I come out here then, if I'm not painting. Why do you ask?

'Just curious'.

'Curious heck! I reckon you're hoping we'll just sit and talk for the rest of the evening'.

'Why? Isn't that what we're going to do?'

'Shoot - you're not getting away with it'.Taking my hand he almost pulled me into the flat.

'Why, Bob, you're so forceful!'

As he began to strip me he said 'And you're so sexy. Maybe it's a good thing you're going home.'

'Why?'

'Because if you were here much longer I'd be too bloody exhausted to go to the studio!'

'I'm so sorry!'

'I'm not'. He pulled off his clothes and almost pushed me on to the bed, laying down on top of me. He held my head in his hands and kissed me, almost roughly. 'Oh, Katrina, I want you so much.'

He moved down to my breasts, sucking hard on one, whilst kneading the other one with his hand. He then moved down my body, his tongue doing the most delightful things, before moving back up and pressing his mouth hard against mine. Almost immediately he was pushing himself inside me, his arms around me, holding me tight. Our bodies were one, moving together, our orgasms shaking the bed.

'Oh, Katrina' he said. 'Don't go'.

' Bob, I don't want to.

He slid off me and lay on his back. 'But you've got to, and in a week's time I've got to go home and face Jane and act normally.

'I'm so sorry'.

'It's not your fault. I'm the one who's in the wrong. I guess that losing Mom has made me realize just how short life is and that we've just got to make the most of it while we can. I don't reckon I'll make old bones.'

'Oh, Bob, don't say that.'

'It's true. I've felt that for quite a while'. He paused. 'But we're here now, so we'd better get dressed and have a drink. Don't take any notice of me. I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself because you're leaving.'

After we were dressed I said 'While I'm in here I'd better get packed up'.

He said 'I'll go and make the drinks. What would you like?'

'Coffee, please.'

I packed my bag, then went to find Bob in the garden. He put his arm around me, pulling me close. He said 'Heck, that was something, wasn't it?'

I said 'It always is. Painting certainly isn't your only talent!'?

'It takes two!' He put his hand in his pocket and took out a small box. He said 'I've got you a little something that I hope will remind you of me.'

Oh, Bob, thank you. But I don't need reminding. Can I open it now?''

'Yes, go ahead'

I opened it and inside was a necklace - a pendant featuring a picture of a pine tree - one of Bob's favourites.

'It's beautiful, Bob - thank you so much. I love it. Will you put it on for me?'

I turned my back to him and, as he fastened the clasp, he kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I turned to face him. 'How can I thank you?'

He said 'You've thanked me just by being here. You've helped me through one of the worst weeks of my life, and I'll always love you for it'.

I hugged him and then we sat there in silence, my head on his shoulder. There seemed to be no need for words between us. Gradually it began to get dark and Bob looked at his watch.

I said 'Don't say anything'.

He said 'You know what I'm going to say'.

I said 'Yes' and I began to cry.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. He said 'Listen. I'll give you a call on Wednesday night and hopefully we'll be able to do this again in a few months' time. It's not the end of the world.'

'It feels like it'.

'Just remember that I love you, and I'll be thinking of you'. He tilted up my chin and he said 'OK?'

I said 'OK'.

He said 'Come on then. Let's get you back to the hotel, before you have me in tears'.

We went into the flat, he took my case and we went out to the car. When we arrived at the hotel he said 'I'm coming up'.

I collected my key from Reception and we went to my room. He took me in his arms and said 'If you start feeling sad just look at your necklace and know that I'm thinking of you'.

I said 'I will. Oh, Bob, I love you so much.'

'And I love you. Remember that.'

'I will'.

He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a long, lingering kiss. He said 'Don't forget Chris is coming at 10.00. Have a safe journey. Goodbye. God Bless'.

I said 'Bye, Bob. God Bless' and he was gone.

I washed and got ready for bed, taking off my necklace. I didn't think I'd better wear it tomorrow. If Chris noticed it there might be some awkward questions.

He picked me up at 10.00 and drove me to the Airport. I asked him how Bob was this morning.

He said 'Still sad, but I guess it'll take him some time to get over losing his Mom'.

'Yes, I guess it will'.

He said 'Bye, Katrina. Safe journey.'

I said 'Thanks, Chris' and he was gone.

I boarded the plane and it was almost like a replay of last time. I fell asleep and woke up in my bed . It was August 2022. I got up and immediately began searching for my necklace. I remembered wrapping it up and putting it into my handbag … but it wasn't there. I searched my case, my pockets, my dressing table, but there was no trace. I slowly realized that this time it had been a dream.

I washed, dressed and made a cup of tea. How could it be a dream and yet feel so real? I unpacked, read the paper, washed up and then made my bed. As I lifted up my pillow I saw it …. Shining brightly in the morning light …..my necklace.

KATRINA RELF .. October 2022.