TOGETHER AGAIN

It was 10.30 pm when suddenly the phone rang. It wasn't a number I immediately recognised and yet somehow I knew who it was.. I'd received a call from a similarly long number a few months ago.
'Hello' I said, my heart pounding.

'Hi, Katrina, it's Bob'.

'I guessed it was. I don't know anybody else with such a long number.'

'For a minute there I wondered what you were going to say!'

'Behave yourself.'

Laughing he said 'I've got a proposition for you'.
'Is it a nice one?'

'I think so. How about you pop over again in a couple of weeks' time?'

'I'd love to. My boss will wonder why I keep having time off'.

'Well, don't tell him. That's our little secret'.

'He wouldn't believe me if I did. I'll ask him on Monday. Is that OK?'
'Yep. I'll phone you Monday night about this time. I'll explain everything when I see you. It's a bit difficult here'.

'I understand. Talk to you Monday'.

'Night, night, sweetheart'.

'Night, night. God Bless.'

My boss agreed to my week's holiday so long as I took it unpaid. A small price to pay for another week with Bob.

As promised he phoned back on Monday night and again a few days later to finalise all the arrangements, and less than two weeks later I was once more flying across the Atlantic. Bob had told me that, because he wasn't working at the studio that week, he couldn't ask Chris to collect me, and so he'd asked Dana - a former student (and now a teacher - and a very dear friend) to meet me at the Airport. And so it was that [as I made my way over to collect my luggage] I caught sight of a slim, dark haired young man holding up a sign with my name on it. I walked over to him.

'Hello, I'm Katrina'

'Hi, Katrina, I'm Dana. Bob asked me to collect you. He'd have come himself but he's pretty much recognised these days, and you know how people like to talk.'

'Yes, I can imagine'.

'You've got your luggage so let's go out to the car and I'll drive you to his house. It won't take too long - you must be fed up with travelling.'

Half an hour later we were in Peachtree Lane, outside of Bob's house.

Taking my case, Dana walked me up to the front door and rang the bell. As always my heart skipped a beat as Bob opened the door.

'Hi, Katrina' he said., giving me a lovely smile.

'Hello' I said, my legs turning to jelly.

He turned to Dana. 'Thanks, Dana, I owe you one.'

'That's OK, Bob. I've got to get off - I'm taking a lesson in an hour and I've got to get it set up.'

'Thanks again, buddy, see you soon.'

He took my case and led me into the house. Once inside he put the case down, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me really hard.

'If only you knew how much I've been longing to do that, Katrina' he said. 'Let's go and sit down. You must be exhausted. Would you like something to eat or drink?'

'I'd love a coffee'.

'OK. Then you can tell me all your adventures, and how much you've been missing me'.

Very soon he was back with the coffees. He sat down beside me. 'Well, what have you been up to?'

'Nothing much. Just work. What about you? Your life is so much more exciting than mine'.

'Not really. I managed to spend a couple of weeks at home with Jane, but the rest of the time I'm either working on designing new products or travelling around with Annette. Fame isn't everything it's cracked up to be. Talking of travelling I've got a show in Wabash tomorrow, so I'll be away a good deal of the day. Sorry about that, but we'll have the rest of the week together.'

'What time will you have to leave?'

'The show starts at 2.00. I'm going in the van so it'll probably take well over an hour, then there's the unpacking …... so I guess I'll have to go about 11.00.'

'Any idea what time you'll be back?'

'As soon as possible!' He grinned. 'The show runs for an hour, then there's the packing up to do again and they usually want to take you out for a meal and a drink. I'll politely decline the meal but I'll probably stay for a couple of drinks with them'.

'Don't forget that you've got to drive home!'

'I won't forget, so don't start worrying. I've got to be in a fit state to entertain you, haven't I?'

' Definitely!'

'I reckon I'll be home somewhere between 7.00 and 8.00, then we can go out to eat. OK?'

'OK'.

'Talking about eating - how about we pop out for a meal later on? That's if you feel up to it. Or I can order something in?'

'No, I'll be fine once I've had a wash. Anyway, I can have a nice rest tomorrow. By the way, you haven't told me yet why you're here this week.'

'Well, we've got tomorrow to thank for that. It wouldn't be worth going home Wednesday, only to fly back again on Saturday to get ready for filming. So I decided to stay. And, for some reason, I immediately thought of you and what a wonderful opportunity it would be to see you again. So here we are … together again.'

'That's a Country Western song, isn't it?'

'Yep. Emmy Lou Harris.. Gorgeous girl, gorgeous voice. Now go and get freshened up, then we can go and eat. We both need an early night tonight…. And don't look at me like that. You'll be asleep soon as your head hits the pillow.'

'What if I'm not?' I said as I stood up.

'We'll deal with that when it happens' he said, smacking my bottom as I turned to go to the bathroom.

An hour later we were sitting in his favourite little restaurant.

'Your waitress will wonder why I keep coming over here' I said.

'Let her wonder. That's our business, no-one else's. You're my personal secretary. You take things down for me' - and he winked.

'Bob!'

'You know something? I'm beginning to hope you don't fall asleep straight away'.

'But you've got a busy day tomorrow'.

'Doesn't stop me having a busy night tonight!'

Before I had a chance to reply our meals arrived - the waitress probably wondering why I was grinning like a Cheshire cat!

We arrived home about 9.00. 'Well, I need a shower' he said. 'What about you?'

'Will you wash my back?' I asked.

'I'll wash more than your back' and, taking my hand, he led me to the bathroom. Once there he quickly undressed me. 'I'd almost forgotten how gorgeous you are. You must do some nude poses for me.'

'But you don't paint people'.

'Who said I was going to paint you!'

'Behave yourself'.

'Why? That would be a waste of this week. Go on - pass me the soap.'

Working up a lather with his hands he slowly rubbed it all over me, then, lathering his hands once again, he rubbed them over the front of his body. As he pulled me to him, he began to move against me, our bodies sliding against each other. After a short while he pulled away.

'I think I'd better stop,' he said, his voice husky. 'Wash my back, will you?'

His back was duly washed, we were both rinsed, the taps turned off, then, taking hold of two large towels, Bob lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. Standing me down he dried me with one towel and himself with the other. He kissed me, then looked at me, his eyes dark.. 'I want you so much.'

'And I want you. You know that.'

'Would you let me take you from behind. Is that OK?'

'What? Puppy dog style?'

He nodded. I clambered onto the bed, knelt down and bent over.

Without speaking he pressed his lower body against me, cupping his hands over my breasts, squeezing, playing with the nipples - at the same time bending over me to kiss and nuzzle the back of my neck and anywhere else he could reach. This foreplay continued for a few minutes, until neither of us could stand it any longer. Then, taking hold of my shoulders, he slowly pushed himself inside me, a low groan coming from his throat. His arms were around me, his hands clutching my breasts. Gradually his thrusts were becoming more urgent until his hands gripped my hips, pulling me even closer, pushing deeper into me. As I felt myself coming I seemed to grip him even tighter until, with one final thrust, he collapsed on me, his arms holding me tight. Slowly he slid off me, his arms still around me. 'Oh, my God, Katrina, I'd almost forgotten how good you feel. I want to stay inside you forever. I don't ever want to lose you'.

'You won't, Bob. I love you so much'.

He pulled me to him and kissed me - a beautiful, tender kiss.

'I guess we'd better get in bed. We both need a good night's sleep'.

He pulled open the sheet and we both climbed in. Putting his arm around me, he pulled me close, and very soon we were both sound asleep.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes - Bob was standing there.

'Good morning, sleepy head. I've brought you a cup of coffee.'

'Thank you. What is the time?'

'10.15'.

'What! You should have woken me.'

'Why? You needed the sleep. You flew halfway round the world yesterday …. Not to mention satisfying my needs!'

'That was a pleasure, Bob'

'You can say that again!'

'I'll drink my coffee, then I'll get up.'

'No, stay there as long as you need.. I'll be leaving in about 30 mins - after I've finished loading the van'.

'And take care driving, won't you? Even more so coming back. You're going to be tired - especially if you've had a drink'.

'Katrina, will you stop worrying? I've been doing these shows for a long time now, and I've driven longer distances than this. And I told you last night I'll only have a couple of drinks.' He laughed. 'I don't mind admitting I've been known to over-indulge on a few occasions in the past, but not when I've got a long journey ahead of me, and especially when I've got a gorgeous woman waiting for me. So promise me you'll stop worrying. OK?'

'OK'

'Now drink your coffee. I'll pop in to see you before I go'.

He tilted up my chin and kissed me.

'I wish you didn't have to go.'

'So do I, but, if it wasn't for this show we wouldn't be here, so be grateful for small mercies.'

'I am'.

Bob went back to finish loading the van and I drank my coffee and laid down again.

Twenty minutes later he was back.

'I'm off now, sweetheart. I'll see you round about 7.00. Have your glad rags on, then we can go out for a meal.'

'Won't you be too tired after all that driving?'

'And after the vast amounts of liquor I've consumed?'

'Oh, shut up. I can't help worrying.'

'I know. It's sweet. It shows how much you love me'. He winked.

'I do'.

'I know - and I'll be back before you know it. Oh, and don't forget to feed the fish!'

He gave me a kiss and was gone.

I laid back down and, much to my surprise, I fell asleep again. By the time I woke up it was 1.15. I got up, showered and made myself a sandwich and a coffee. Then I fed the fish, and tidied up. The weather wasn't nice enough to sit in the garden so I passed the time watching TV. I guessed that Bob was doing the show by now and I realised that I hadn't even asked him which scene he was painting.

About 6.00 I decided to start getting ready. At 6.45 I was back on the settee again when I heard a motor drawing up. I went to the window and sure enough it was Bob's van. I let out a sigh of relief, and watched as he drove it into the garage. He locked the doors behind him as he came out, making his way to the front door. A few minutes later he opened the living room door.

'Come here' he said, and, as he took me into his arms, he said 'Well, here I am, safe and sound … and near enough sober!'

I kissed him. 'Thank God' I said.

'I left there about 5.15 so it wasn't a bad journey.. They wanted me to stay over tonight and drive back tomorrow, but I told them I'd got to get home. They probably thought Jane was here.'

'Would you have stayed if I hadn't been here?'

'I don't know. I might have done ….but you're here and that's all that matters. Now I'm going to get changed, then we can go out. I'll shower when we get home.'

'Correction - we'll shower when we get home' I said, smiling.

'Katrina, you're a bad influence on me…..but I love it!'

Very soon he was back. 'Now where do you want to eat?'

'I don't mind. What about that place we went to last time where that couple kept staring at you?'

He thought for a minute. 'Oh, yes, I know where you mean. The food's pretty good there ….and I'm starving.'

'Poor you. Haven't you had anything to eat?'

'No. It's my fault. They offered me a meal but I refused. I knew I'd got something tastier at home!'

'Oh, Bob'.

'Come on. Let's get in the car'.

Pretty soon we were in the restaurant. We ordered our meal and whilst we were waiting I noticed there were several people looking at Bob. Suddenly a little girl came to our table.

'Please Mr. Ross, can I have your autograph?' She handed him a piece of paper.

'Course you can. What's your name, sweetheart?'

'Jenny.'

He wrote a few words on the scrap of paper and handed it back to her.

'Thank you so much, Mr. Ross'.

'You're welcome, Jenny. Bye, bye.' He looked at me 'She was a cutie, wasn't she?'

'Have I got a rival for your affections?'

'No, she was a bit young for me. I prefer them when they've blossomed out a bit!' He winked.

'You're wicked,' I said.

'I know. I just like teasing you'.

Just then our meals arrived..
'I'm really going to enjoy this', he said, 'Can't have me fainting on the job, can we?'

'Bob' I mouthed and he laughed.

A couple of hours later we were back home.

'I'm going to get showered straight away', he said. 'I need waking up. I'm really beginning to feel a bit tired.'

'Well, you've had a busy day, haven't you?'

'Didn't used to bother me. I must be getting old'.

'Well, after we've showered you can take it easy. I can make a fuss of you for a change'.

'Well, that woke Clyde up, if nothing else!'

'Bob Ross, you're incorrigible'.

'But I'm lovely with it'.

'Yes, that's the trouble'.

He took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

'I'm not too tired to do this' he said as he started to strip me.. Once I was undressed he began to pull off his shirt.

'That's my job' I said, and pretty soon he too was naked.

He turned on the water and began lathering up his hands. He washed me thoroughly - his fingers washing places too small for his hand!

Then it was my turn. I lathered up my hands and began washing his chest. I moved down until I reached his tummy.

'I'll leave you to wash Clyde'.

'What's wrong? You two had a row?'

'No. I just want him to be a good boy until later on.'

'Clyde be a good boy!' He laughed. 'He's got me into more trouble than I care to remember.'

'Really?'

'Yep - when I was younger - not so much these days. That is - until you came along. All my good intentions flew out the window.'

'Why?'

'Because I fancied you like hell.'

'Really?'

'That first time with you was wonderful …. but that should have been it - a one off, nothing more'.

'What changed your mind?'

'I kept thinking about you and I wanted to see you again - especially after I lost Mom. So here we are - yet again.'

'I'm so glad'.

'So am I'. He handed me a towel.

'Let's dry off then we can go to bed.'

Soon we were lying on the bed.

'Now, Bob, you're going to relax and I'm going to make a fuss of you'.

'No objections from me.'

I leaned over him, kissing him really hard. He pulled me to him, but I slipped away, moving down his body. I then took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and gently biting it, whilst I rubbed the other one between my fingers. He groaned. I moved down his body, tickling his belly button with my tongue, until I reached my destination. Bob mumbled something that sounded like 'Suck me off'. He needn't have worried - that was my intention! Holding it in my hand I took the head into my mouth and began to gently suck as I ran my fingers down its length to gently squeeze those beauties at the end! Several minutes later I felt his body tense.. His arm came down as if to try to pull me away, but I wanted him to come in my mouth. He granted my wish! Eventually I felt his body gradually relax, so I disengaged myself from Clyde and moved back up to put my arm around Bob. He put his arm around me, gently kissing my forehead.

'Oh, Katrina, that was wonderful. I wish I could have lasted longer'.

'I'm glad you enjoyed it'.

'I've been wanting you to do that, but I didn't know if you'd be willing'.

'Bob, I'd do anything you want me to do'.

'Boy, does that leave the door open! You'll give me a hard-on again just thinking about it'.

'I thought you were tired!'

'I am. We'd better cuddle up and go to sleep. You'll get your rewards in the morning'.
'I can't wait!'

'Well, you've got to . Much as I'd like to, I don't think I could rise to the occasion again for a while.'

He kissed me, pulled the sheet up around us and, in a few minutes, he was fast asleep. For a while I lay there, thinking how blessed I was to be here with him, his arm around me, until, eventually, I too fell asleep.

I was woken with a kiss. He was watching me intently. 'I'm sorry, Katrina, if I woke you in the middle of a beautiful dream'.

'I never dream, Bob - or, if I do, I don't remember them.'

'How do you feel about making my dreams come true?'

'That's very poetic'.

'I feel very poetic - or to be more precise - very horny'.

'You always do!'

'That's not my fault - it's the effect you have on me. I don't normally go round wanting to seduce women.'

'You'd better not!'

'Only about 40 per cent of the time.'

'I hate you.'

'No you don't. You're absolutely longing for me to make love to you'.

'Bob Ross, you are corrupting me'.

'Do you want me to stop?'

'No'.

Well then, lay down on your front'.

'What are you going to do?'

'You'll see'.

I laid down, propping myself up on my elbows.

He said 'Open your legs wide.'

I duly did as I was told and he knelt between them. He leant over, his hands playing with my breasts, whilst he began to nibble and suck my ears, and then the back of my neck. I was in ecstasy, hardly noticing him stretching himself out so that his body was close to mine. His left arm was bent to bear his weight whilst his right hand slowly went down, taking hold of Clyde and gently pushing him inside me. He gripped my waist, pulling me to him, his movements slow and controlled at first. Gradually his thrusts grew deeper and faster., until my body shuddered to a climax. Finally, with one final push, he groaned and collapsed on to me. He turned onto his side, wrapping his arm around me. Pulling me close he held me tight.

'It just gets better and better, Katrina' he said breathlessly.

'You're a good teacher' I said.

'And you're the perfect pupil.' He looked at his watch. ' Let's cuddle up for a bit longer. It's early yet'.

Very soon we were both asleep.

I awoke to Bob kissing my forehead. 'I think it's time we got up. It's 9.30. I'm just going to have a quick shower. We can have a … more leisurely one tonight.'

'I'll just have a quick wash then. What are we doing today?'

'Anything you want.'

'Can we visit another park? I just like seeing all your different little creatures.'

' How about we go for a walk by the river? I think there's a park nearby.'

'Lovely.'

'OK. I'll have my shower, then, while you're getting ready I'll make us some breakfast. What would you like?'

'Have you got any cereal?'

'Yep. And I'll have a couple of fried eggs.'

'Like the ones we've seen on the show?'

'They've improved a bit. Another 20 years I'll be a decent cook!'

Bob disappeared into the shower and I had a quick wash. Half an hour later we were sitting down to breakfast.

It was late morning by the time we were getting in the car. 'What do you think of my number plate?' he said.

I walked round to the back of the car. To my utter disbelief the number plate bore his name. 'I didn't know you could do that.'

'Yep. Took a while, but we got there. I've always wanted a car like this and now I've got her I want everyone to know she's mine.'

'What is she - what make?'

'She's a 1969 Corvette and, boy, can she travel.'

'Well, you be careful'.

'Don't worry. I'd never hurt her.'

'I'm going to start getting jealous!'

'You've got no worries. You might not be able to move as fast as she does, but, sure as hell, she'll never be able to get me going like you do.'

'I guess that was a compliment.'

'It was meant to be. Now do you mind if we stop by to see the Bird Lady on our way to the river? I haven't been there for a few months, and I don't want her thinking I'm neglecting her'.

'Of course I don't mind. I know how you love animals'.

'She had a gorgeous baby deer the last time I was there, but I guess he's gone by now'.

As we arrived at the sanctuary Diane came up to meet us,

'Hello Bob, long time no see'.

'Sorry, Diane, I've been pretty busy'.

'I know, Bob. We're just grateful when you can come.'

'Now, do you remember Katrina from England? You met her a couple of years ago.'

'Yes, I remember. Hi, Katrina'.

'Hello Diane. It's nice to see you again. How are you?'

'Busy, as always'.

Bob said 'Is it OK if we have a look round? Is Bambi still here?'

'Of course it's OK. No, we set him free about a couple of weeks ago'.

'Let's hope he's doing OK'.

'I'm sure he is'.

We spent about an hour walking round. Some of the animals were new to Bob - some were old friends.

As we were leaving Diane said 'Bye, Katrina, nice to see you again'.

'You too, Diane'.

Bob said 'I'm here for a couple of weeks this time, so I'll probably see you again before I leave'.

'I hope so' and she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

A few minutes later we were in the car and on our way to the river .Once there we began to walk along the bank.

'I love water' said Bob. 'I love listening to it. It's so relaxing.'

'You just love nature, don't you?'

'Yep, and I'm scared of what we're doing to it. But don't get me started on that. I'll go on for ages.'

'Do many of your fans write to you about nature?'

He laughed. 'You'd be surprised what some of them write about.'

'Do you ever get - you know - offers from women?'

'Yes, I've had a few - anything from offering to pose for me naked, to telling me what they'd like to do with my paintbrush!' He laughed.

'Aren't you tempted?'

'I probably would have been once upon a time. They often send photos and some of them I certainly wouldn't kick out of bed. But no - word gets around and I wouldn't do that to Jane. Besides, you're as much as I can handle right now'.

'What did you think when you first met me?'

'What did I think? I don't really know. I thought you were attractive and I knew you'd come a long way to see me and I guess I was flattered. After we got to know each other better and began flirting I began to think that maybe I was in with a bit of a chance'.

'Bob!'

He laughed. 'Well, you asked.'

'I know I haven't got the right, but I still hate to think of you being with anyone else.'

'I am married.'

'I know. I don't mean Jane. I just mean …'

'Other waifs and strays I might pick up - one night stands?'

'Yes'.

'Don't worry. Those days are long gone . I'm getting too old for that kind of thing.'

He stopped walking. 'How about we head back to the car? I don't think the park's too far away. Perhaps we can grab something to eat on our way there.'

Very soon we were back in the car. Bob suddenly pulled up.

'There's a Pizza bar over there'.

I notice that you always know where to buy food!'

'Well, I've got to keep up my strength, haven't I? I'm a growing lad'.

'I hope you're not growing any taller.'

'There's only one place I'll be growing tonight!'

He dodged my hand as he jumped out of the car.

About 20 minutes later we were in the park. Bob found us a nice quiet, grassy spot and we sat down. He opened the pizza, handing a slice to me. Within a few minutes several squirrels had appeared..

'I don't know if pizza's very good for you' he said, pulling a bag out of his pocket. 'I think you'd like these better'. He threw some blueberries onto the grass. They were soon gobbled up. As he emptied the bag he said 'We're not going to get any peace all the time we're eating. Against my better judgement I'll give them a slice of pizza. While they're figuring out what to do with it we can finish the rest'.

We hurriedly finished eating whilst the squirrels were demolishing their slice. After they'd finished, one of them bravely approached Bob. As he stroked its head I said 'Animals just love you, don't they?'

He said 'They know I'm a sucker for anything on four legs.' He winked - 'And for some things on two, as well!'

We sat there for a while longer, until Bob's new found friends disappeared, then he said 'How do you feel about walking a bit more?'

'Yes, it'll do us good after all that pizza!'

'You know me - I just like walking around, looking at everything - all the different trees - their arms, their leaves, their colours. And the clouds - the different shapes, the way they just drift around all day. I think I'd like to be a cloud in the next life!'

'Bob!'

'Well, they just float around up there, watching everything that goes on. That would really suit a lazy bum like me'. He paused. 'I wish I'd brought my camera.'

'Why?'

'Well, I like to take pictures of anything unusual. You know - a funny shaped tree, an odd looking cloud, a type of bush I've never seen before. It helps with the pictures.'

'I wish I could watch you painting'.

'Well you can. There happens to be this programme on TV called…..'

'Shut up. I mean really watch you painting.'

'Well, what do you think I'm doing on there?'

'Stop being awkward. I mean in person'.

'I know what you mean. I just like teasing you.'

'You'll be sorry.'

'Shoot- that sounds ominous! Tell you what. I'm in the middle of a painting for next week. How about if you spend tomorrow afternoon watching me finish it. Does that get me back into your bed ….. …I mean - your good books?' He winked.

'You're wicked. But yes, that would be lovely.'

'Come on then. Let's go for a little walk, then we can head back to the car.'

About an hour later we were on our way home. Once there he said 'What would you like to do tonight - stay in or go out?'

'Can we stay in? I can't be bothered to get ready to go out.'

'That's fine by me. I'll order us something in. What would you like?'

'Can you remember what I used to have?'

'Of course I can. Is that what you want?'

'Yes please.'

'I may as well order it now. Get it done with. The usual time?'

'If that's alright with you'.

He headed off into the other room to make the call and I sat down on the settee. Soon he was back, sitting beside me. He said 'We've done some walking today, haven't we?'

I said 'Yes, I bet we'll both sleep tonight'.

He looked at me - and the look in his eyes made my toes curl!

A couple of hours later we were sitting in the kitchen eating our meals and watching TV. I said 'We have so many American shows on TV at home that I almost feel as though I'm back there now.'

'Do you wish you were?'

'Of course I don't. What made you say that?'

'Well, it's going to be a boring week for you. I'm not at work, so I can't get one of the girls to take you out, and I can't take you to many places myself.'

'Bob, as long as I'm with you I'm happy.'

'Oh, Katrina'. He took me in his arms and gave me one of his wonderful hugs.

'I came here to be with you,' I said. 'Not to go shopping. Anyway, tomorrow I'm going to watch you painting'.

'For a minute there I wondered what you were going to say'.

'Alright, what's on that filthy mind of yours now?'

'You've just given me an idea - a way to keep you amused tonight'.

'Are you going to tell me what it is?'

'Uh, uh. Wait till we get to bed.'

'Oh, Bob'.

'You can 'Oh. Bob' all you like. I'll go and make us a coffee - or would you like something stronger?'

'No, coffee's fine. Bit early for me to have a drink'.

'OK. Maybe later.'

He was soon back with our coffees.

'Let's go and sit in the other room. It's more comfortable on the settee'. Once there he said 'Tell me about your job. What exactly do you do?'

'It's not very interesting'.

'I don't care. I just want to know all about you'.

Ten minutes later I said 'Now you've heard all the fascinating details of my job tell me about your time in Alaska. That's far more interesting'.

'That would take all night. Suffice to say that's where I discovered Bill Alexander and realised how much I wanted to paint'.

'Thank goodness for Bill Alexander.'

'Yes. It's a shame it had to end the way it did, but I'll always be grateful to him. Without him I wouldn't be where I am today.'

'You'd have found some other way'.

'But it would probably have taken an awful lot longer. Anyway I don't want to talk about Bill.'

'What do you want to talk about?'

'Nothing really. I suddenly feel very tired. Must be all that walking.'

'So you'll fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.'

'What? With sex on legs laying next to me? I doubt it!'

'You say the sweetest things'.

'Now be honest. If we went to bed and I didn't want to screw you, wouldn't you be disappointed?'

'A little bit'.

'Only a little bit?'

'Alright a big bit. Happy now?'

'Yes. Let's go and shower'.

'I thought you wanted to have a drink'.

'I'm not fussed, but, if you'd like one, we can have it in the shower.'

'No, I'm not bothered. We can have one another night'.

'Come on then' and we headed for the bathroom.

After we had showered and dried he took my hand as we walked to the bedroom. Once there he sat on the edge of the bed. As I went to join him he said 'How would you like Clyde to nestle between those two lovely mountains of yours?'

'You're getting very poetic'.

'I'm getting very something. I don't know about poetic'.

'What are you up to?'

'You'll see. Kneel down between my legs - right up tight.'

I knelt really close to the bed.

He said 'Now hold those gorgeous boobs close together'.

'What are you going to do?'

'You'll see'. He took hold of Clyde, and, pushing him up between my breasts, he began to slowly move him up and down. At the same time his other arm reached down, his hand pushing between my legs and his finger entering me. After several minutes he said 'Push them tighter', his breathing quickened , his movements becoming more urgent, and he whispered 'Do you like Clyde being up so close?'

'Yes' I nodded.

A few moments later he gave a final hard thrust and, as he pulled him away, the warm liquid covered my breasts.. That, and a sudden hard push of his finger sent me over the edge and we collapsed into each other's arms.

He held me tightly for a few minutes then said 'I guess we'd better go and wash again, now you've made me get us in a mess'.

'Me?'

He gave me a warm, gentle kiss and said 'Yes, you, sweetheart,' and led me to the bathroom.

After we were clean and dry we snuggled up in bed and soon we were both asleep. I awoke to Bob nibbling my ear.

'I'm going to pay you back for waking me up' I said.

'How are you going to do that? Deny me sex for the rest of the week?'

'I wouldn't be so cruel'.

'Cruel to who? You or me?'

'I'll ignore that.'

'OK - come on - what punishment have you got in store for me?'

'I want to sit on your face, looking at your lower regions, while you…'

He looked at me and grinned. 'Knowing your mind - while I wank myself off ? You're a sexy little bitch, aren't you?'

'Only with you'.

'You'd better be! Clyde's going to be disappointed. He'd rather be nestled inside that gorgeous bush of yours.'

'It's only once'.

'OK - come up here and kneel down'. He patted his pillow.

I knelt - one knee each side of his face. He eased me down, then began to tongue me. His right hand went down to grasp Clyde. At first his movements were slow, steady, then gradually tightening his grip he began to move faster. As his breathing quickened, I was surprised at how it was exciting me. Bob seemed to sense this and began to suck on a very sensitive part of my anatomy, finally letting his tongue slide back into me. Minutes later the orgasm started slowly - before exploding. Clyde seemed to take his cue from me, its warm liquid spreading over Bob's thighs.

He laid still for a few minutes, then finally said 'Happy now?'

I replied 'Yes, aren't you?'

'I will be - once you've got a towel and cleaned me up!'

'Me?'

'Yes, you - else I'll rub your face in it!'

'I wouldn't mind'.

'I don't think you would! God - I've got me a woman here!' and he laughed as he lifted me up, before standing me back on the ground.

I said 'My legs feel a bit wobbly'.

'I'm not surprised. Sit down for a minute'.

'No, I'm OK. I'll go and get a towel.'

Very soon he was cleaned up and we were back in bed, his arms around me. In a few minutes we were both asleep.

Not surprisingly it was late when we woke up. After we were washed and dressed Bob said 'Shall we have a late breakfast or an early lunch?'

'Oh, let's have an early lunch. We can just have a coffee now.'

'That's what I thought.'

He disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned with the coffees I said 'Was last night that bad for you?'

'No, of course it wasn't. I guess I just prefer holding you, touching you. I just want you so much. I know I shouldn't say it but I can't bear the thought of you being with another man.'

'I've told you - there is no other man'.

'How can someone as sexy as you not have anyone?'

'It's only you that makes me sexy. I'm not usually like that.'

'I guess I must have hidden talents.'

'Well I'm seeing one of your talents later on'.

He looked at me. 'Your painting' I said.

'Oh, yeah. Drink your coffee, then we can go out and feed the fish.'

'Don't you mean I can feed the fish?'

'Well, if you insist, of course you can'.

'You're incorrigible'.

'Yeah, but you wouldn't have me any other way.'

'That's the trouble'.

We drank our coffee, went into the yard, and, naturally, I fed the fish. As it was quite a nice day we sat out there for the rest of the morning, coming in when it was time to have a sandwich. As we sat in the kitchen eating, Bob said 'What have I done to deserve you?'

'Brought a !ot of happiness to a lot of people.'

'How do you know how many people I've made happy?' He winked.

'Quite a few I should imagine'.

'Yep. Quite a few.'

'I mean painting'.

'I know what you mean.'

'And I know what you mean. I'm just one in a long line'.

'Don't ever say that. I've told you - I'm too old for that kind of thing anymore. Besides, when you've found the best you stop looking.'

'You mean Jane?'

'I mean both of you. And, Katrina, I'm deadly serious now. I love Jane very much, but I love you very much too, and I don't want to lose either of you. Do you believe me?'

'Yes, I do'.

'OK. Let's finish eating, then I'd better get on with that painting , or else I won't get it finished.'

'But you get them done so quickly.'

'Not the first one. I've got to decide where the trees are, how many clouds, does it need water, what colours to use. The one on the show is a lot simpler because I've got everything planned out.'

'So you fib when you're on the show?'

'I just want people to believe they can do it and, if me shooting a painting off in 28 minutes does that, I don't mind a few white lies'.

'Oh, you're so good.'

'I just love painting and I think it's very therapeutic for a lot of people, and so I try to get them interested in it.'L

'I bet there are a lot of people like me who just like to watch you'.

'That's OK too. Long as it gets them tuning into PBS we're all happy'. He paused. 'Now I'm just going to go in the other room and get some paints mixed up on the palette, then we'll be ready to start. Won't be a minute'.

About ten minutes later he popped his head round the door. 'C'mon then, it's all ready.'

We went into the other room. It looked so much like the TV set with the painting standing on the easel, his brushes all lined up under it and the bucket with the cleaner standing nearby. He took hold of the palette, one of his two inch brushes and said 'Well, let's get started'.

I watched, mesmerized, as, with a few quick strokes, a row of evergreens appeared - a rippling stream - a path leading to some hidden place, all miraculously appearing out of his brush. Then, suddenly, he said 'I need a large birch there' and, within minutes, a towering, silver-trunked tree appeared, partially covering the snow-covered mountain already on the canvas.

I said 'Don't you ever get tired of painting trees?'

'No - cause each one is different - every cloud is different. I'll never cease to be amazed by nature.'

'And I'll never cease to be amazed by you.'

He gave me a lovely smile and about thirty minutes later he said 'Well, I think that'll do for that one. What do you think of it?'

'Beautiful. I can't believe that I have just watched Bob Ross, in person, do a painting.'

'Well, how do you think I do them? By magic?'

'I don't know. It's just actually watching you.'

He laughed. 'I'll leave it to dry. It should be ready by Monday' He looked at me, a wicked look in his eyes. 'You know something? Being that amazing has suddenly made me feel very tired. I think I'd better go and lie down.'

'You go to sleep now and you won't sleep tonight' I said, knowing full well what was on his mind.

'Who said I was going to sleep? Painting always gets my juices flowing'.

'What juices are they, Bob?'

'You know damn well'.

'Even when you're in the studio?'

'I have to control myself then. I can't pick one girl over the others. There'd be an awful fight!'

'Of course there would. What if I say no?'

'But you won't, will you? You know you can't resist me'.

'No, that's the trouble.'

He took my hand and - without too much resistance from me - led me to the bedroom.

As soon as we were sitting in bed he said 'How about you climb on to my lap'.

'What have you got in mind this time?'

'You'll see'.

I did as I was told, sitting astride his legs, knees bent beneath me. He pulled me to him, his arms around me, his hand in my hair and he kissed me, his lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue in my mouth. As he pulled away his hand moved down between my legs, fingering me, pushing inside me, sending shivers through my body. He whispered 'I want you so much.'

'I want you' I said, lifting myself up enough for him to enter me. We both began to move, slowly at first, but soon Bob pulled me closer, kneading my breasts with his hands. Then pulling me even nearer - he began to suck one nipple whilst teasing the other one with his fingers. I didn't want for this to ever end, but, after several more blissful minutes, he began moving faster, more urgently, until, with one final thrust, I felt him come, and, very soon, I followed. I collapsed on to his chest and, wrapping his arms around me, he held me tightly. I just loved the feeling of being close to him - in his arms, but, after a few moments, he stirred, kissing my forehead.

'I guess we'd better get dressed. We can't stay here all day'.

'Why not?' I said.

'Well, for one thing I'm getting hungry! All that exercise has given me an appetite'.

'You're always thinking of food.'

'Not always, Katrina' - and the look in those brown eyes would have melted an iceberg!

After we had dressed he said 'Shall we go out to eat? I feel like celebrating'.

'Celebrating what?'

'I don't know - finishing a painting ….. having you here. Take your pick. Let's get freshened up and changed, then we can hit the high spots of Muncie'.

'Where are they?'

'God knows. We could always go to our usual place'.

'I like it there. Nobody takes any notice of us'.

'No - they're used to me taking an assortment of women in there.'

'Really?'

'Yep. You and Annette.'

'Oh, your Manager.'

'Yes, we're lucky she's not here this week - normally, when I'm up here filming, she clings on to me like a limpet'.

'I've never met her'.

No, you don't want to. I usually manage to make some excuse when you're going to be here. Anyway, enough about her. Let's get ready.'

About half an hour later we were both freshened up and dressed. Bob drove us to our usual restaurant. After ordering our meals he said 'I fancy a drink. I don't know about you?'

'Can I have a glass of white wine?'

He beckoned the waitress over. 'A glass of white wine and a double Scotch on the Rocks please'.

I looked at him. He whispered 'And don't you start again. I'll still be able to satisfy your needs tonight.'

'I wasn't going to say a word. Anyway, I thought you'd already satisfied them.'

'That was just a warm-up.' He grinned. 'Look at her eyes twinkling!'

'Behave yourself.'
'Why? We don't have that much time together. Let's make the most of it'.
'Don't remind me.'
'Now don't get all sad. We've got three more days - and nights - so let's enjoy them. OK?'

'OK'.

Just then our drinks arrived. Bob lifted up his and said 'Here's to the next three days.'

As I clinked my glass against his I said 'And nights'.

A few minutes later our meals arrived and about 75 minutes later we were back home.

Bob said 'Well, I'm in need of a shower. How about you?'

'Definitely.'

'You just want to take advantage of me, I know.'

'Do you object?'

'Strongly. Come here.'

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me really hard. 'I want you to do something for me'.

'Of course I will'.

'Will you suck me off again?'

'I'd love to. Where do you want it? In the shower or in bed?'

'In bed. Then we can stretch right out.'

'With pleasure'.

'OK. Let's have a quick shower. We need an early night.'

About 20 minutes later we were showered and in bed. Bob said 'Give me a kiss while you're still up the right way'.

He pulled me to him, his lips, his body pressed close to mine - Clyde, already aroused - hard against me. After a few moments he lifted up my shoulders.

'I think you'd better turn round'.

I went to move from him. He said 'No lay on me. Just turn round.'

I laid on him, my legs stretched out each side of his head. He lifted my hips enough so that his mouth, his tongue could work their magic. Meanwhile I was holding Clyde, sucking him, licking him, running my fingers along his length, before taking him into my mouth. I held him between my lips and slowly moved my head up and down, my tongue teasing him. Several minutes later as I felt his body tense I sucked even harder, our bodies seeming to explode together, and then , for a few beautiful minutes, we laid, exhausted, elated, quite still.

'Oh, Katrina' was all he could say.

A short time later, as my heart rate returned to normal, I slid off him, and, turning round, I moved back up the bed and laid down beside him. He pulled the sheet up over us and, wrapping his arms around me, he said. ' Let's cuddle up. We both need a little shut eye.' I did as I was told and very soon we were both asleep.

I awoke to find him looking at me, a wicked glint in his eyes. 'All right' I said, 'What are you planning now?'

'It's payback time'.

'Payback for what?'

'Yesterday morning '.

It slowly dawned on me what he meant. 'Oh. no!'

'Oh, yes.'

'Oh ,Bob, you are cruel.'

' No crue!er than you, my filthy -minded little sexpot.'

'Don't you love me any more?'

'Yes - and I'll love you even more after you've done this!'

'A!right - I'll give in graciously. How do you want me to sit?'

'We'll just reverse the positions we had last time - you lying down and me kneeling over you. Clyde's really going to enjoy this - getting sucked off twice in one day, while I watch you - how shall I say it? - pleasuring yourself?! Now you lie still and I'll climb over you.'

'I'll feel embarrassed'.

'You won't once we get started. You might even end up enjoying it. I know I will!'

'You're wicked'.

'No more wicked than you were', and he knelt astride my face, positioning Clyde above my mouth. 'Ah' he said. 'I can play with your nipples at the same time. That'll really get you going. You'll forget about feeling embarrassed'. He laughed. 'I'm so thoughtful, aren't I?'

I took hold of Clyde and began to lick him gently, whilst Bob started his expert handling of my breasts. My hand went down and I began to finger myself, surprisingly not feeling too embarrassed. After all, this was Bob, and I would do anything for him, anything at all. I took C!yde between my lips and began to suck, but several minutes later Bob breathed 'You'd better stop that. I want to enjoy this a bit !onger.' I could tell from his voice that it was arousing him and, knowing that excited me. It wasn't too long before Clyde was back and I was sucking him really hard. His sperm shot into my mouth just as I climaxed and Bob collapsed on to me, minutes later climbing off and laying on the bed beside me. 'Boy, that was something' he said.

'I'm glad you enjoyed it.'

'Now you're not telling me you didn't enjoy it a teeny weeny bit'.

'Yes, I did. I guess I've had far worse experiences'.

'You can tell me about them in the morning'. He kissed my cheek and snuggled up beside me.

I woke up first. I looked at Bob. He looked so angelic when he was asleep, with that mass of curls surrounding his face. Oh God, I loved him so much - the thought of going home was breaking my heart. Maybe I was having a premonition of what was to come. He stirred, opening his eyes and yawning.

'What's the matter, Katrina, you look sad.'

'I keep thinking about Monday'.

'Well stop it. It's only Friday - we've got three more days - and it's not as though we're never going to see each other again, is it?'

'Do you really want to keep seeing me?'

'Now that's a stupid question, isn't it? I'd never hear the end of it from Clyde if I didn't.' He winked.

'I hope that's not all you want me for'.

'No, I've told you before .. you keep me warm in bed. Now come on - cheer up -

give me a smile. Shall we go out today - find us another park?'

'OK. I'm sorry.'

'Don't be sorry. Don't you think I'm dreading it too. But we know it's got to happen. Just be grateful for the time that we do have and make the most of it. Now come on - let's get ready, have some breakfast and then go out.'

'Yes,sir'.

'That's more like it.' He kissed my forehead. And a couple of hours later we were washed, dressed, had breakfast and were in his car. He said 'Shall we go down by the river again or would you rather try somewhere different?'

'You love water - so let's go down by the river. We can always try somewhere else tomorrow.'

Very soon we were walking along the river bank. Bob said 'Do you have rivers in Faversham?'

'No. We've got a pond with some ducks and swans, but that's about all'.

'You're lucky. We get alligators in ours.'

'That you take home as pets?'

He laughed. 'That was a long time ago - and he was only a baby. He wasn't very friendly though. You couldn't put a leash on him and take him for a walk. And, boy, did he have an appetite. Mom made me get rid of him before he decided to eat us.'

'Who else would take an alligator home as a pet?'

'I just love animals'.

'But an alligator?!'

'OK - you've made your point! Now I just take home stray English ladies.'

'But I wouldn't eat you up.'

'I don't know. You had a pretty good go last night'.

'Bob!'

He laughed. 'I'm not complaining'.

We walked for a few more minutes until he suddenly said 'Hold up for a minute - just listen to that water. Isn't that the most relaxing sound you've ever heard? I've always wanted to live by a river and go to sleep at night listening to that.'

'You old romantic - you!'

'Hey - not so much of the old.' He paused. ' Though I guess I am past my prime.'

'If you're past it I'm glad I didn't know you when you were in it!'

'Cheeky. C'mon, let's get back to the car. I want to go and visit my little friends. They treat me with the respect I deserve.'

I whispered 'Would you rather take them to bed?'

'No - they haven't got the attributes I like. You're a lot more cuddly.'

About 45 minutes later we were in the park - this time a different area than we visited last time.

I said 'I just cannot believe how enormous your parks are'.

'I've told you before, Katrina, everything's big over here'.

'I know that now!'

He looked at me, those brown eyes twinkling. 'Are you sorry?'

'I wouldn't have you any other way'.

'As long as you're happy.'

'More than happy.'

'Clyde always aims to satisfy.'

'And he always does that'.

He grinned. 'Not always. After about the tenth time on the trot he usually sags a bit.'

'You are joking?'

'Yes, sweetheart, I am joking. I'm not Superman. Mind you, when I was a lot younger, I probably tried to have a pretty good go at it!'

'Bob!'

'Anyway it'! soon be time for me to find us something to eat.'

'I wondered when the subject of food was coming up.'

'I've been using a lot of energy lately. It needs replenishing. I'd hate to disappoint you'.

'You'd never do that.'

'You'd better come with me - I'm not familiar with this park, and I'd hate to leave you here and then forget where you were.'

'So would I'.

We walked back to the car and he drove us to the Pizza bar he'd visited last time. When we arrived back in the park he said ' Let's eat as we're walking along.. If we sit down you know what's going to happen.'

We did as he suggested and, after we'd finished eating, we sat down and were soon joined by some of his little friends. He fed them with blueberries, made a fuss of them and, when they realised there was no more food, they left us in peace.

After about an hour he said 'Shall we go for a little walk, then we can head back to the car and go home. We can either go out tonight or stay in - it's up to you. See how you feel when we get back.'

We arrived home about 5.30. Bob said 'Now would you like to eat out or shall I order in?'

'Let's stay in. I always feel tired after all that fresh air and walking. But if you'd rather go out….'

'No, I'm fine with whatever you say. I'd better go and phone up. Usual - or would you like a change?'

'No, you know me. Just the usual.'

'I'm glad you like a more varied diet in bed!'

He dodged my hand as I went to slap him. 'Don't be so cheeky.'

He laughed as he went to make the phone call.

Later that evening, as we were sitting eating, I said 'I hate to mention Monday, but what's happening? Will you be at work?'

'No. I'll make some excuse. I'll wait until Dana collects you.'

'Oh, he's collecting me? Won't he wonder what I'm still doing here?'

'No - he knows all about you, and - before you say anything- I trust him completely.'

'What have you told him?'

'Well, we went out drinking one night and Bobby got a bit loose-tongued and said a few things he shouldn't. By the time I'd finished he was dying to meet you!'

'You didn't tell him EVERYTHING?'

'Not exactly '.

'What mean?'

'Not all the intimate detai!s. I wasn't that stupid. I just told him how you'd been over a couple of times and how I'd really fallen for you, and how sexy you were. He's a man of the world and he understands. He's been on one or two of the shows. Didn't you recognise him when he met you?'

'No - but we haven't been shown all of the shows yet.'

'We haven't filmed ALL of the shows yet, I hope. We should still be doing them for a long time to come.'

'I hope so.'

'Got to have an excuse for you to come over'.

'What if you get tired of me?'

'That can go both ways. But, at the moment, I can't see that happening.'

'You won't tell anyone else, will you? Like Annette, your partner.'

'God, she's the last person I'd tell.'

'I'm going to be embarrassed now when I see him.'

'Well don't be. He won't know that I've told you.'

'What exactly DID you tell him?'

'I can't remember. I told you - we'd both been drinking. I remember saying that you'd got a gorgeous pair of tits.'

'Bob!'

'Well, it's true. Anyway, knowing him, he probably noticed that himself. Now - enough about that. If you've finished eating we'll go and sit in the other room'.

Once we were sitting on the settee he said 'I hope you're not thinking of punishing me tonight for being a naughty boy.'

'Now would I do that? I'd be punishing myself as well!'

'I'll have to think up an extra nice treat for you.'

He turned on the TV, put his arm around me and we cuddled up until it was time for bed.

We showered as usual, but, after we had finished washing and drying, Bob bent forward, saying 'Clasp your hands behind my neck.'

'Is this my treat coming?'

'You'll see'.

As he straightened up he took hold of the back of my thighs and lifted them over his hips, pulling me close to him. He then put one hand under my bottom and the other round my back, and he began to stroke my !ower cheeks with his fingers. He said 'I never realized what a lovely soft derriere you've got. I could stroke it all night - if I hadn't got something better to do.' His other hand pulled me even closer, the hairs on his chest tickling my nipples. and then our lips were touching and he kissed me, gently at first, but then building to a passion that made my body tingle. His eyes were dark, his voice a harsh whisper 'I want to fuck you'.

'I'm all yours' I said.

'Say it. Say 'Fuck me'.'

'Fuck me, Bob'

He didn't need asking twice. He held me tightly with one arm whilst the other guided Clyde, pushing him up inside me. As always the feel of him, the size of him, sent shivers through my spine. Why couldn't this week last forever? Why did it have to end? I wanted to always be here with him, holding him, loving him. Several minutes later he was beginning to move deeper, quicker, until eventually that final thrust from him brought us both to orgasm. For a few moments he held me close, his arms around me, until slowly he let me slide to the shower floor.

'Hold on to me' he said. 'Your legs will probably feel a bit wobbly.'

'Oh, Bob, that was wonderful'.

'It wasn't bad, was it?' He grinned.

We stood for a few minutes until he said 'Are you OK to walk?'

'Yes, I'm fine'.

Very soon we were in bed, cuddled up, and it wasn't long before we were both asleep.

I woke up, still lying in Bob's arms. He was looking at me. 'I love you' he whispered.

'And I love you' I replied.

He rolled over until he was lying on top of me. 'I think it's time I showed you how much'.

Pulling me to him, he rubbed his body against mine. I wrapped my legs around him, and drew him even closer. He kissed me - his lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue in my mouth - before moving down to my neck, licking, sucking. One arm was holding me, close against him, the other was stroking my hair, my nose, my lips, then softly sliding down my body. What was it about this man that could make my body feel as though it were on fire, my brain a whirlpool of emotion? I couldn't resist him even if I wanted to. He was kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my neck - the fingers of both hands gently sliding up and down the outside of my thighs. My body was crying out for him. 'Oh, Bob' I said.

He looked at me, his eyes so dark they looked almost cruel 'Beg me' he whispered., 'beg me'

'Please, Bob, please.'

With that he slightly lifted my bottom with one hand, whilst pushing himself into me with the other. He was watching me as he began to move, slow, long strokes at first but then gradually getting faster. He clamped his mouth over mine, pressing so hard it almost hurt, but the pain only added to the ecstasy. He was moving faster now, thrusting into me, until, with one final deep stroke, we climaxed together, and I could swear I saw stars falling all around us. A few minutes later I freed Bob from my legs, he freed me from himself and rolled over on to the bed.

'Oh, Bob' I said 'that was wonderful, amazing.'

He looked at me - his eyes were still dark but his voice was soft. 'That' he said 'I will never forget as long as I live'.

I laughed. 'And don't you dare tell Dana'.

'I don't tell him all my secrets.' He pulled the sheet up over us and soon I was asleep in his arms.

When I next woke up I was alone in bed. I guessed Bob was in the bathroom so I waited for him to come back. When he did he was showered and dressed.

'Good morning, my sleeping beauty.'

'Good morning, my prince' I said. 'Why didn't you wake me?'

'I thought you'd earned a bit of a lie-in. Anyway, you can be getting ready while I get us something to eat. What would you like - cereal or a fry-up?'

'Cereal, please. How about me cooking you breakfast tomorrow morning?'

'I'd like that'.

'It's the least I can do - after all you've done for me'.

'And have yet to do'. He winked.

After we'd finished breakfast Bob said 'Well, what are we doing today? Not as though there's much choice, is there? That's the trouble. It's this bloody hair. Everybody recognises me. I wish I'd never had it permed.'

'But it's you, isn't it?'

'Yep. It's our logo. I'm stuck with it forever'.

'I think it's lovely. It makes you look all cuddly.'

'So wouldn't you fancy me with straight hair?'

'I just can't imagine it'.

'Everybody says that but, God, I had straight hair for almost 40 years. I only had a perm to save money and then Annette goes and takes a photo of me and uses it for publicity. Now I'm stuck with it for the rest of my life,'

'Well, I love it and so do a lot of other people, so stop moaning about it. It makes you look like a little cherub.'

'A little 6'2" cherub with facial hair? Yes, Katrina. What have you been taking?'

'It's just the effect you have on me'.

'Well, can you control that effect until tonight?' We ought to go out and get some fresh air'.

'OK, Where shall we go?'

'That's what started this conversation. We could always drive round and find us somewhere quiet. You alright with that?'

'I don't mind where we go.'

'OK. Get in the car.'

As we were driving Bob said 'I want to take you to so many places and I can't and that's what riles me'.

'I've told you before - I'm just happy being with you.'

'But you deserve more '.

'I've got all I want right here '.

'Well it's Saturday, so I guess there'll be a lot of people by the river, so we'd better go and lose ourselves in one of the parks. They're a!l pretty big so I'm sure we can find a sec!uded spot.'

'Can you remember the one we went to the first time I was here? It was near a hamburger bar - does that ring a bell?'

'Yep. I do remember. It was the first time we'd been out together.'

'Well, that was on a Saturday as well, and it was pretty quiet where we were.'

'OK - we'll try there.'

About 45 minutes later we were back in almost the same spot we had visited two years ago. Back then I could never have guessed that Bob and I would have become so close. I looked at him. He was sitting on the grass, his long legs stretched out in front of him, feeding his little friends with assorted berries. Suddenly one of them climbed on to his lap. He stroked its head and actually fed it with the fruit. He whispered 'Your name's not Peapod, is it?' I almost expected the squirrel to answer!

I said 'Why do animals love you so much?'

'I guess it's because they know I love them'. However, as soon as all the berries had gone, so had his fair-weather friends! 'And because they know I'm a soft touch'. He laughed.

Once we were alone he said 'Do you want to go for a walk, or shall we just sit here for a while?'

'Let's sit here - it's so lovely and peaceful, and, knowing you, I'm sure we'll be eating soon.' Bob looked at me and stuck his tongue out. I continued 'So we'll have to walk then, to avoid your new-found friends.'

'Who said you'll be eating soon? For your rudeness I might just buy myself a nice fat juicy hamburger and make you watch me eating it.'

'Well, in that case, you'd be going hungry tonight, Mr. Ross'.

'Uh, uh. You couldn't lie next to me all night without any attention from Clyde.'

'Who says?'

'We'll see!' He winked.

I had a feeling he was right, but I wouldn't tell him that.

We stayed there for about an hour, Bob stretched out on the grass, me sitting beside him. It was very peaceful there. A few people walked past - couples - families - but surprisingly very few.

Early afternoon Bob sat up. 'Well, I'd better go and get something to eat. You OK here?'

I nodded.

'I won't be long'.

About 20 minutes later he was back - with two hamburgers. As he handed me one he said ' I think we'd better walk or else our friends will be back, with all their neighbours!'

We walked for quite a while - long after we'd finished eating, eventually finding a nice quiet spot and sitting down. We stayed there until late afternoon, with Bob regaling me with stories about his painting classes, about Florida and his childhood. I could have listened to him for hours more, but just after 5.00 he said 'I guess it's about time we were heading back'.

It was quite a long walk to the car, but eventually we were on our way home. Once there he said 'Are you up to going out later?'

'Yes, once I've got washed and changed'.

That evening we found ourselves in a very nice restaurant - one we hadn't visited before. As usual, I noticed a few people looking at him, but luckily nobody approached him for autographs. He ordered our meals, plus a glass of wine for me and his usual Scotch on the Rocks. A couple of hours later we were back home.

'Well, how is madam feeling?' Bob asked. 'Are you in a rush to get to bed or would you rather watch TV for a while?'

'Let's watch TV. '

After we had sat down I said 'I hate to say it, but I suppose we ought to discuss Monday. What time is Dana coming?'

'About 11.00. Your flight leaves at 2.00 so that leaves you with plenty of time.. I hate not being able to see you off.'

'Perhaps it's for the best. At least I won't start crying saying goodbye to Dana.'

'How do you know?. He's a likeable guy, and he's single. You could always invite him over to England.'

'You trying to get rid of me?'

'Never'.

'There's only one man I want'.

'That better be me.' He looked at me, then said 'I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. I know I'm being selfish. You've always got to share me, and I can only ever see you when I'm filming'.

'Bob, I'm willing to put up with that. I just love you so much.'

'And I love you.' He kissed me and then we sat there, his arm around me for another 15 minutes or so, then he said 'Come on, Katrina. We've had enough sensible talking for one night - and where's it got us? How about we quit and ….. have a shower? After all, we've only got a couple more nights.'

'But when I'm at home I can lay in bed and think about these nights'.

'And I know what you'll be doing.'

'Bob!'

'Well, I know what I'll be doing next week'.

'What's that?'

'Remembering what a demanding little puss you've got and how it felt to be inside it. Now let's get showered. I think I'd better have a cold one!'

We showered - both in warm water! I just loved the feeling of Bob's soapy hands sliding over my wet body. There was so much I was going to miss next week. Once we were dry and sitting in bed, Bob placed a small duvet over his legs and laid me on it, lifting my legs up so that my ankles were resting on his shoulders. He said 'Now I've got a good view of all of you. Are you comfy?'

'Yes' I nodded.

He began by gently running his hands up my body until his palms were hovering over my nipples. He gently moved them round and round in circles, before squeezing them between his fingers and eventually kneading my breasts with his hands. After a few minutes those hands were slowly moving down my sides, across to my tummy and then down, his fingers expertly playing with my little love-button, and eventually sliding up and down inside me. I could feel Clyde hard and pressing against me and I wanted him in me so badly. I opened my eyes to look at Bob. He was watching me intently, his eyes dark. 'Do you want fucking?'

I nodded. He pushed Clyde into me, hard and deep, gradually his thrusts growing in intensity. It wasn't too long before the explosion hit us both with equal force. Bob collapsed back on to his pillow, my legs sliding down his body. After a few minutes he sat back up, disengaging himself from me. He took hold of my arms and pulled me up.

'I don't know about you, but I rather enjoyed that. Are you OK?'

'Wonderful' I said. I climbed off his legs, got in bed with him and very soon we were both in dreamland.

When I woke up I was facing him, cuddled up c!ose, my face nestled into his hairy chest. I looked up - he was looking down at me, smiling.

'You happy down there? You couldn't get much closer if you tried'.

'I just love the smell of you '.

'We!, It's only soap and water, and a bit of you thrown in!'

'I wish I could stay like this forever.'

'Oh, I don't know. A couple more days it probably wouldn't smell as sweet.'

'Oh, you've got no romance in your soul '.

'No, but I've got plenty elsewhere.'

I stirred, pulling myself up on to the pi!low beside him. 'Alright, what have you thought up now?'

'Nothing. I just want to make good old-fashioned love to you '.

'Well, I'm old fashioned, so go ahead.'

With that he lay on top of me, holding my face and kissing me hard. 'I want you so much'. He kissed my forehead, pushing my hair back, his mouth moving to my ear, nibbling the !obe, his tongue darting inside. Then his lips moved down my neck, my shoulder - biting, sucking the skin. He began rubbing himself against my breasts, the hairs on his chest tickling me, then, moving his body down, he was licking, sucking, then gently biting the nipples, all the while his hands were stroking my skin.

'Oh, Bob' was all I could breathe.

As if this was a signal (and it probably was) he started to enter me. Suddenly stopping, he very slowly moved back and forth, teasing, watching me. After a few minutes I could bear no more and pushed my body close to him, pulling him tight against me, and, with that, he plunged hard and deep.

'Aah' I gasped - not in pain but in pure pleasure.

He kissed me -so hard that his teeth almost tore my lip. He could have done anything he !iked - I was his - body and soul. We came - completely in unison, the bed moving ….or was it the earth!?

As soon as I could speak I said 'I wanted that to go on forever'.

'Sorry' he said. 'I lasted as long as I could'.

'You are wonderful!' I said.

'So I've been told ' he said, smiling.

'I hate you'.

'I thought you loved me'

He grabbed my wrist as I went to slap him. 'I love getting you going - in more ways than one! Come on, !et's cuddle up for a whi!e. You can hate me in the morning.'

Soon we were both asleep.

As soon as I woke up on Sunday morning the awful truth hit me - this time tomorrow I would be getting ready to go to the Airport. I knew I should be grateful for the time we'd had together and yet, deep within, I had this horrible, nagging feeling - what if I never saw him again? I was suddenly aware of Bob watching me.

'What's the matter, Katrina? Or can I guess?'

'It suddenly hit me what day it is.'

'Yep - Sunday all day - and we aren't going to be sad - we're going to make the most of it '.

I looked at him.

'And, if you don't start smiling you won't get any treats today. I'll be sending you home a born-again virgin!' I laughed. He said 'That's better. We don't want any tears today. We're going to make the most of every minute.'

'But I don't want to go home.'

'Sadly, you've got to, but you're going to have some lovely memories to take with you - and how about we make some more today?'

'What have you got planned?'

' Why don't we stay in - sit out the garden - rather than wander about in parks?'

'That would be lovely - then I'll have you all to myself.'

He looked at me - a wicked look in his eyes. 'You'll have to give me a break every so often! Let me get watered and fed'.

'I'll ignore that - and - while we're on the subject of food, I promised to cook your breakfast this morning. Would you like that?'

'You bet. Let's get washed and dressed. Are you going to feed me with it as well? Really spoil me?'

'If that's what you'd like - I'd love to.'

'There's something else I'd like.'

'What's that?'

'Don't wear a bra today. I want to watch those beauties bouncing around.'

'Bob Ross - you're disgusting '.

'No I'm not. I'm just a normal, red-blooded guy. You up for it?'

'You know I'd do anything you want'.

'Good girl'.

Very soon we were both washed and (almost) dressed and in the kitchen. Bob sat down.

'OK Chef, I'll leave you to it.'

I walked over to the fridge. 'Right now - what have you got?'

'Katrina, you should know by now what I've got'.

'To eat!'

'Look in the refrigerator. It's all there.'

I peered inside. 'How about eggs, bacon, tomatoes, fried bread?'?

'Uh, uh, no fried bread.'

'Mushrooms?'

'Yep. That's fine.'

'You can make the coffee. I'm not sure how to use a percolator'.

'I thought England was a civilized country'.

'Watch it! Or else you'll be cooking it all yourself!'

'Then YOU won't be getting any more goodies'.

'That would hurt you just as much as it hurt me!'

He grinned. 'Perhaps you'd like me to make the coffee?'

'Thank you, Bob'.

'My pleasure'.

Coffee was made and breakfast was cooked. I sat down beside him and said 'Open up'.

After a few mouthfuls he said 'I think I could really get used to this. I'll have to advertise for a female slave - someone to look after my every need.'

'Wouldn't I get the job?'

'Depends if there was someone with bigger boobs'.

'I hate you, Bob Ross'.

'No, you don't. You just love it when Clyde's up inside you'.

'Will you behave yourself and eat your breakfast?'

'If I'm a good boy will I be rewarded?'

'If a born-again virgin is woman enough for you!'

'Oh, definitely. She's a woman and a half!'

'That's OK then. Now behave or else you'll be feeding yourself'.

He took another mouthful. 'At least you've cheered up'.

After he'd finished eating he said 'Aren't you having any breakfast?'

'In case you hadn't noticed I've been busy, but I'll have some cereal now.'

'Wouldn't you like me to do you a fry -up?'

'No thanks. I never have breakfast at home.'

'You're using up more energy here. Would you like me to feed you with your cereal?'

'Yes, please. At this rate we're going to be in here all morning.'

'Does it matter? We've got nothing else to do - except feed the fish '.

I looked at him. He winked as he poured the cereal into a bowl and began to feed me. 'I remember when I used to do this for my boy. Now he's taller than I am.'

'I've seen him on some of the shows '.

'He's getting to be a better painter than me too'.

'No-one will ever be better than you .. at painting….. or anything else.'

'Well, that's very kind of you. Once you've finished eating, would you like a demonstration?'

'What? Of the painting?'

'No, the anything else'.

'What about the fish?'

'Damn the fish'.

About ten minutes later we were in the bedroom. I said 'Well, after eating all that breakfast, I'm sure you don't want me laying on you, so how do you fancy the puppy-dog again?'

'I'd love it, Katrina. I thought you'd never ask!'

With that he stripped his bottom half, I followed suit, and bent over the bed.

He said ' What about the top half?'

'You haven't' .

'I haven't got gorgeous tits that are just begging to be played with'.

I removed my t-shirt and he bent over me, massaging my breasts, sending shivers up my spine. His fingers were electric. Then he began to run his hands softly over my bottom, my thighs, my tummy, until, taking hold of Clyde, he started to rub him against me, between my legs, slowly at first, but then getting quicker, until I felt as though I were on fire down below. His mouth was on the back of my neck, licking, sucking. Almost roughly, he pushed himself into me, his other arm across my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples. Within minutes I felt myself coming, and, just as I did, I felt his warm liquid filling me. He lay on me for a moment, catching his breath, then laid back on the bed. He held out his arms. 'Come here' he said, and I laid down close beside him.

After a while he said 'Don't you think it's time you went to feed the fish?'

'How is it I always end up with that job?'

'I've told you - they reckon it tastes better coming from you',

'So you talk to fish now?'

'Yeh - but they're not very intelligent - trees are better.'

'Of course they are.' I looked at him. 'I give up - I'll go and feed them now,'

'''Don't you think you'd better get dressed first. They're easily shocked. I don't want them complaining to the neighbours.'

'You're absolutely mad.'

'I'm an artist. I'm allowed to be.'

I got dressed (well almost!) then went and did my duty. By the time I had finished Bob was dressed and sitting on the garden seat. I sat down beside him, he kissed my forehead and put his arm around me. We sat there in silence for quite a while until suddenly Bob got up. 'I've just thought of something' he said, and disappeared into the house. A few minutes later he reappeared and handed me a large envelope.

'What's this?' I asked.
'Have a look' he said.

I opened it. Inside was a 45 rpm disc. I looked at the title .. 'Together Again' by Emmylou Harris. 'Oh, Bob, how lovely. Thank you'.

'That's our song now' he said.

'When did you get this?' I asked. 'We only mentioned the song after I was here'.

'When I was in Wabash on Tuesday.'

'I can't wait to play it'.

'Well, wait till you get home. You'll have your other present later.'

'Why all these presents? You spend enough on me anyway - the airfare and everything.'

'Stop talking and give me a cuddle'.

I snuggled up to him, his arm around me, my head on his shoulder. I felt safe, I felt loved. I stretched my arm out, around his waist. He was so big and so strong. I closed my eyes. If only this could last forever. But I knew it couldn't. I'm not sure how long we sat there, but I was suddenly aware of him watching me. I looked up at him. '

'You OK?' he said.

'Yes, I just love being close to you.'

'So I've noticed. You're a real cuddler, aren't you?'

'Do you mind?'

'What do you think? I haven't kicked you out of bed yet, have I?' He looked at his watch. 'Shall I make us a sandwich?'

'Is It that time already?'

'Yep'. He stood up, went to the kitchen and very soon he was back with sandwiches and iced tea.

After we'd finished eating he said 'What about tonight? Would you like to go out - have a slap-up meal?'

'I don't think so. I just want it to be us two'.

'OK - if you're sure. I'd better go and order it now, while I remember. Would you like something special - for a change?'

'No - just the usual for me, please. We can have a drink afterwards, can't we - pretend we're out'.

'You can have whatever you want, my darling.'

'Well, you're top of the list.'

'I'm all yours. Just let me order the food first' - he winked - 'while I've still got the energy', and he disappeared into the house, re-emerging about ten minutes later.

'Well, come on then' he said ' what's the hold-up? I thought you'd be in bed, waiting.'

'I didn't know if you were serious ….or if Clyde was up for it'.

'When he's near you Katrina, C!yde is always up'…he winked…'for it!'

He laughed, took my hand and, a few minutes later we were both naked and he was lying on the bed.

'How do you fancy being a cowgirl?'

'Pardon?'

' Sit on me, ride me.' He patted his thighs..

I clambered over him, on to my knees, facing him. Holding my waist he pulled me down until I was sitting astride him, my knees bent, my lower legs each side of his body, gripping tightly.

'Now I've got a beautiful view' he said.

He began by stroking my thighs, his hands gradually working their way up my body until he was tweaking my nipples. 'I love to feel them get hard,' he whispered. Very soon one hand was gradually moving down, eventually sliding beneath me. He pushed a finger up inside me, slowly moving it up and down, whilst his thumb was gently stroking a rather sensitive little button. He was watching me intently - knowing he was arousing me - then, after a few minutes he whispered 'Lift up - Clyde wants to fuck you'. I knelt up and inch by inch he pushed him inside me.

'Sit down - slowly' he breathed. I obeyed, and the sensation of him, deep within me, filling me, was sending shivers down my spine. Bob demanded 'Now ride me'. I began to move up and down and very soon he was plunging into me, almost roughly, his hands round my waist, his eyes dark, watching me. It wasn't long before his thrusts and his breathing were getting quicker and quicker, until, with one final plunge - so hard and deep it was almost painful - he shot into me with a force I had never known before - one that sent my body and my senses into overdrive. He let go of me and I collapsed on him.

Several minutes later - when our breathing had returned to normal I slid off and laid beside him.

He turned to look at me. 'Are you OK, Katrina?'

'Wonderful, thanks.'

'I was pretty rough'.

'I got the impression that you rather enjoyed it'.

'Didn't you?'

'Yes, Bob, I did. I'll remember that when I'm in bed all by myself.'

'Well, I hope it brings you a lot of pleasure!' he said, a wicked look in his eyes.

'I'm sure it will!'

We laid there for several more minutes until he suddenly sat up. 'I guess we'd better get dressed.'

A little later we were once again sitting in the garden. I couldn't help thinking that this time tomorrow I would be on the plane, on my way home. As if he could read my thoughts, Bob said 'Why the long face? Are we thinking of things we shouldn't be?'

'I can't help it. I don't want to go'.

'And do you think I want you to? But it had to end sometime, Katrina - you knew that. After all, we've been lucky - we've had a whole week'

'I suppose that makes it worse. I've just got so used to being with you.'

He looked at me. 'Are you sure it's me you're going to miss and not Clyde?'

'Both of you, I guess - but you a little bit more'.
'Right answer'. He stood up. 'Won't be a minute.'

About five minutes later he was back. He sat down and handed me a small, square box.

'Can I open It?'

' Of course you can'.

Inside the box was a black velvet case. I opened the lid and inside, laying on a small, black velvet cushion was the most beautiful gold watch - a smaller, more feminine version of the one that Bob often wore.

'Oh Bob, it's beautiful, but you shouldn't have done that '

'Why not? I wanted to show you how much I love you. Take yours off and let me

put it on.'

I removed mine and he slid my new one over my wrist. It fitted perfectly.'I don't ever want to take it off'.

'Don't then'.

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him as hard as I could. 'Thank you so much. I love you so much.'

'And I love you.' He took hold of my arms, looking me straight in the eyes. ' I know I shouldn't say this - I've got no right - but, once you're home, I really hope you don't start looking for a replacement - someone you can be with all the time'.

'Bob, I've told you - I don't want anyone else. As you said to me - once you've found the best you stop looking.'

He held me tight. 'God, I'm going to miss you'.

We sat there in silence, Bob's arm around me, until he suddenly said 'Come on - we'd better go in. It's getting chilly. You can feed your little friends later.'

'I think that's all you want me for '.

'Not quite!' and he got up before I could slap him!

I followed him into the house, still holding the boxes that held my watch.

'Let me get rid of those' he said.

'No - I want to take them home with me'.

'What on earth for?'

'Because they remind me of you'.

He laughed. 'You're quite an old softie, aren't you?'

'Where you're concerned - yes '.

He smiled. 'Let's sit in the other room. We can watch TV until our meals arrive - unless you'd rather try your hand at painting.'

'No, I'll leave that up to you. What time will you go to the studio tomorrow?'

'Soon as you and Dana have left, I expect'.

'How many paintings do you think you'll get done?'

'What? Tomorrow?'

'Yes'.

'Well,if I leave here as soon as you've gone, I should get there about midday - so I reckon about four'.

'How on earth do you do it?'

'Years of practice, Katrina.. As with anything else, practice makes perfect!' He winked. 'What would you like to watch?'

'I don't mind. You choose '.

Seven o'clock seemed to come very quickly. Bob brought our meals in on trays, then went to get our drinks. Before we began to eat he lifted his glass and said 'Here's to our next time together - and may it be soon'

'Very soon' I said.

We drank our toast and ate our meals and Bob returned the trays to the kitchen.

I said 'I'll just go out and feed the fish'.

He said 'No, it's OK - I'll do it later.'

'They'll be cross if I don't go and say goodbye to them'.

He looked at me. 'Don't you ever tell me I'm mad again.'

I took the bread and went out there. I knew that I was even going to miss doing this.

When I went back into the kitchen Bob was pouring himself a drink. He said 'Would you like any more wine?'

'No thanks. I haven't finished that one yet.'

'Well, when you have, shall we have an early night?'

'I'd like that. I just want to cuddle up with you.'

'Is that all?'

'Not quite'.

He picked up his glass and very soon we were back on the settee.

'So - did you say goodbye to the fish?'

'Yes'.

He looked at me.

'Well, you talk to trees' I reminded him.

'They're far more intelligent than fish'.

'Of course they are.'

We both ended up laughing.'C'mon' he said 'Let's finish our drinks and get in that shower'.

It wasn't long before he was lathering up his hands, ready to wash me.

'I'm gonna miss this' he said.

'So am I' I replied, as his hands moved softly up and down my body. He pulled me to him as he began to wash my back- already I could feel Clyde pressing into me.

Soon it was my turn. I rubbed the creamy lather over his broad, hairy chest, then began moving down his body.'Are you doing Clyde?' I said.

'I think I'd better,' he replied.

Once I had finished washing him and we were both dry - as always, he carried me into the bedroom. He sat me on the edge of the bed, placed some pillows behind me and said 'Now lay back and clasp your knees to you.' I did as he said. 'Now pull them wide apart.'

'What are you going to do?'

'Don't ask so many questions. Just do as you're told'.

I obeyed. He knelt and, placing his hands under my bottom, he lifted it slightly and nuzzled his face between my legs. He began to lick and suck, his tongue sending shivers through my body. Several minutes later he whispered 'Did you like that?'

'Yes' I breathed.

'You'll like this better' he said softly, as he stood up, lifted my bottom slightly higher and rammed Clyde home.

I gasped with pleasure at the feeling of being filled with his hard, burning flesh. It didn't take too many thrusts before we were both transported on a wave of euphoria, which seemed to last and last. I was completely lost in my love for him, only coming back to earth as he slowly disengaged himself from me and I lowered my legs to the floor. It wasn't too long before we were lying in bed, cuddled up, his arm around me.

'Night, night, sexy' he said. 'Sleep tight'.

'Night, night, Bob' and soon we were both asleep.

I woke up - it was still dark, but the realisation that it must be early Monday morning brought tears to my eyes. If only I could stay with him forever, if only he didn't belong to someone else, if only ….if only. I was suddenly aware that he was watching me, thankful that, in the darkness, he couldn 't see my tears. He must have sensed them though, because he said ' Come here' and he wrapped his arms around me. He added 'Are we going to do what we should do and go back to sleep or are we going to have one last, almighty fling?'

'You know what my answer will be!'

'That's why I asked you!' He looked at me. 'Lie down. No messing about this time - just a plain, good old-fashioned fuck.' He smiled ' Sorry - I sometimes forget you're a well-brought-up English !ady …. with some filthy habits!'

'Any filthy habits I've got I !earnt from you '.

'That's just how it should be' and he lowered himself on to me.

He kissed me, a!most roughly, his hands in my hair. He was rubbing his chest against me, the hairs tickling my nipples.

'Oh, Katrina' he breathed 'I don't want this to end. You're so tight and so wet down there. I want to stay inside you forever.' He was moving his body against me, his warm breath tickling my face, the palms of his hands moving up and down my arms. Once more he was kissing me, running his fingers through my hair. His lips moved to my neck, sucking, biting, then to my shoulders., then to my breasts - sucking hard, licking the nipples, before taking them into his mouth and gently biting.

'I want this to last' he whispered, his voice hoarse. 'I don't want to shoot as soon as I'm in you .'

The movement of his body against mine was sending my senses into overdrive. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him even closer to me. He !ooked down at me, his eyes dark. 'You want it as much as I do' he almost hissed 'You filthy bitch'. With that he p!unged into me, moving slowly at first, but then deeper and deeper, faster and faster, our bodies moving in unison, clinging to each other, never wanting to part. I could feel the tension mounting, the orgasm spreading rapidly through my body, so strong that I cried out. At that moment I felt Bob's warm love liquid shoot into me, adding to the intense sensations.

For several minutes neither of us could move. He laid there on me - Clyde still inside. He eventually disengaged himself from me and lay on his back.

'My God, Katrina, what just happened there?'

'I don't know - but it was pretty good.'

'Pretty good? Now I know what they mean when they say the earth moved!'

I smiled. 'Really?'

'Talk about you cool English - you weren't very cool there for a few minutes!'

'Oh, Bob, it was wonderful. I'll never forget it as long as I live.'

'I don't think I will'.

'And don't you go telling Dana'.

He laughed. 'He'd be on the next plane to England! Come on, we've got to try and get some sleep. You've got a busy day today.'

He took me in his arms and, eventually, we both managed to drift off to sleep.

When I awoke I was alone in bed, but, just as I sat up, Bob appeared with a mug of coffee. He was dressed ready for the studio.

'Good morning, sexy' he said. Drink this, then you can get ready and I'll get us some breakfast'.

'Good morning, Bob.' I smiled, remembering a few hours ago. 'What is the time?'

'Just turned 8.00. You've got plenty of time.' He looked at me. 'What are you smiling about?'

'Can't you guess?'

'Yeh. That was pretty special. Do you reckon it'll last you for the next few months?'

'Yes. I'm sure it will'.

He smiled 'I'll leave you to it for a while. I'm gonna pack some stuff up while you're getting ready.'

I drank my coffee, then washed and dressed, and got made up. I couldn't hear Bob anywhere so I guessed that he was in the garage packing up his paintings, ready for the show. I started to pack my suitcase, determined that I wasn't going to cry. I knew it would only upset him.

Pretty soon I heard him come back into the house. He popped his head round the bedroom door.

'You ready for breakfast yet?' he asked.

'Yes. I won't be a minute' I said.

I pulled his watch on to my wrist and gazed at it lovingly. It was so beautiful. Then I made my way to the kitchen - the rest of the packing could wait until after breakfast.

'Wouldn't you like something more than cereal?' he asked. 'You've got a long day ahead of you.'

'No thanks' I said. 'They feed us well on the plane.'

I suddenly felt the tears welling up. He looked at me from where he was standing by the cooker.

'Please don't cry, Katrina. This is going to be hard enough, without any tears. Just remember that it's only going to be for a few months, then I'll be back filming …. That is - if your boss will let you off again.'

'I'll make sure that he does!'

He handed me my bowl of cereal and was soon sitting beside me with his rather more substantial breakfast.

After we'd finished eating I said 'I'd better go and finish packing. Are you all ready to go to the studio?'

'Yes, near enough', he said.

I collected my bits and pieces from the bathroom, then went to the bedroom to finish up there. About twenty minutes later I was back in the kitchen with Bob. He said 'Let's go and sit in the garden.'

'What about Dana? Will we hear him out there?'

'Yes. Stop worrying - he's not due for another hour or more.'

'Shall I feed the fish?'

'No - leave that to me. You said your goodbyes yesterday! C'mon'.

With that, he took my hand and very soon we were sitting in the garden.

'I love it out here. It's so very peaceful' I said.

'Do you have a large garden back home?'

'I have a garden, but it's tiny compared to this'.

'I keep telling you, Katrina, everything's big over here'.

'And you're proof of that'.

He looked at me,

'Well, you're tall, aren't you?' I laughed.

'When I think of how quiet you were when you first came here'.

'Well, I was in awe of you then. You were a famous artist and I was mad about you'.

'So what's changed?'

'Nothing. I just know you better now.'

'You certainly do!'

'And I know that it's not just painting you're good at'.

'Shut up, Katrina, else Dana's going to wonder why I've got a damn great bulge in my jeans'.

'I can get rid of that'.

'We haven't got time.'

'We've got time for what I'm going to do. Come on - it's my leaving present to you.'

He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. As soon as we were there he unzipped his jeans and brought out Clyde. He was already rather excited! I put my hand around him and began to gently rub.

'Oh, Katrina' he said, taking my face in his hands and kissing me, his lips hard against mine, his tongue in my mouth. As he broke away he said 'Suck me off, will you?'

'That's what I plan to do.' I sat on the bed, he stood in front of me. I leant over, holding Clyde with one hand while taking him into my mouth and gently sucking, slowly moving my tongue up and down on the underside.

He groaned, his hands holding my head still, whilst he began moving his body back and forth. His movements were getting faster and faster, his breathing becoming short gasps, until, with one final hard suck on my part, the warm liquid filled my mouth.

'Oh, Katrina' he breathed.. 'Oh, Katrina'.

I'd hardly had time to swallow his love juices when, pulling me to my feet, he kissed me, his tongue in my mouth.

'I just wanted to know how it tasted to you' he said.

'Beautiful - because it's part of you'.

He smiled. 'Say goodbye to Clyde before I put him away'.

'Bye, bye'. I bent down to kiss him. 'I hope we'll meet again soon'.

'So does he' he said.

It wasn't long before we were back in the garden - just in time too - for about ten minutes later there was a ring on the doorbell. Bob squeezed my hand before going to the front door. A few minutes later he was back with Dana.

'Hi, Katrina, how you doing?' Dana asked.

'Very well, thank you' I said. 'How are you?'

'I'm pretty good,' he said. 'I thought I'd get here early, cause you never know if there's going to be a hold-up on the way there.'

'That's true' said Bob. 'You're all packed up, aren't you, Katrina?'

'Yes.'

'I'll go and fetch your case'.

Dana asked me 'Have you had a nice week?'

'Yes, lovely, thanks. I've watched Bob do a painting and we've been to the park and walked by the river.'

'Do you paint?' he asked.

'No. I just like watching Bob do it'.

'A lot of people say that'.

Bob had returned with my case and handbag. 'Dana was one of my pupils and now he's a teacher.' he said, ' A damn good one too'.

Dana said 'Thanks Bob.' He looked at me and said 'Well, are we ready to go?'

I looked at Bob. He said 'I guess you'd better. You don't want to have to rush.'

Dana said 'You off to the studio, Bob?'

'Yep. the van's all packed up ready.'

He handed my case to Dana and held out his arms to me. 'Come here' he said.

He hugged me really tight and - to my surprise - gave me a long, hard kiss. 'I'll give you a call on Wednesday. OK?'

'OK'. I whispered 'I love you'.

He handed me my handbag. 'Me too' he said. 'Bye, bye, sweetheart. Take good care of her, Dana'.

He opened the front door and we walked down the path. As we were getting in the car I looked back at him. He blew me a kiss. I blew one back

The drive to the Airport was long, tedious and uneventful. Once there, Dana was very kind, very considerate - staying with me until my flight was due. As he left he said 'Safe journey, Katrina. Hope to see you again sometime.'

'Bye, Dana, thank you.'

The journey home was long, tiring and uneventful. Strange though - in as much as I remember it all. Before I went to bed I took off my beautiful watch, laying it on the dressing table …. And it was still there in the morning ... It hadn't been a dream! The following day Bob phoned, telling me that he missed me and that it wouldn't be too long before we were ….. together again.

For several months I lived in a warm glow of anticipation - counting the weeks until I would see him. But then came that dreadful night ….. the night the phone rang - and I discovered that fate was about to destroy all our dreams - in the cruellest possible way …..

Katrina Relf 12.6.23.