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Story of a woman losing her inhibitions.
There were mugs on the wooden tree so I took two down and placed a teabag in each.
I went back into the lounge.
"Do you take sugar?"
"No thank you." She replied examining one of the oil paintings that hung on a wall. "They say I'm sweet enough."
She smiled at me.
I went back into the kitchen and made the tea. When I returned her coat was hanging on one of the hooks in the passage from front door to lounge and she was sitting on one end of one of the two large sofas the stood facing each other over a large glass-topped coffee table.
"It's very nice here." She remarked, taking the offered mug and holding it while I fetched two coasters from the top of the sideboard that stood between two of the bedroom doors.
"Why are you only here for tonight?" She asked. "Tell me off if I'm being nosy."
She kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet onto the sofa beside her.
"I have to go to South America." I explained. "To collect my grandfather and his friend."
I sat on the sofa opposite from her. The hem of her skirt reached to three-quarters of the way to her knees. She was holding the hem between her fingertips and thumb. Twisting it this way and that.
"You were saying."
I dragged my eyes up to her smiling face. I could feel my prick growing inside my trousers.
"Hmm." I cleared my throat. "Yes. They went down there on business. But there is trouble in the country. Some sort of rebellion."
My eyes were drawn back to the slow movements of her fingers.
"I've been sent to go and bring them back home before they get into any trouble." I continued.
"I think it is very brave of you to go all that way."
"Oh. There's no danger." I assured her. "The trouble is way down in the south of the country."
"I still think you're very brave."
I glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was nearly three-fifteen. I had to make some phone calls.
"I have to make some phone calls." I said.
"Alright." She replied, making no attempt at leaving.
I went to the phone on the sideboard and dialled my parent's number.
"Hello." Jenny's voice rang in my ear.
"Hello." I replied.
"We were starting to get worried. We thought you would have arrived ages ago."
"I've been here a little while."
"What have you been doing?"
"Just chatting." I looked in the glass front of the clock on the wall at Heather's reflection. I could see more of her legs from this position.
"The people in the apartment opposite."
Heather lifted one of her legs. She was scratching the inside of her lower thigh.
"Oh, Sandy and Greg?"
"Her sister, Heather, actually."
"What's she like?"
"Is she there?"
"Hmm." She could make the simplest of noises sound awesome.
"I'm going to ring the other number now." I tried to change the subject.
"Look." Heather said, standing up behind me. "I have to go. Thanks a lot for the tea. Perhaps I'll see you later."
"What did she mean by that?" Jenny asked, loudly.
"Goodbye." I stammered to Heather. "Can you find your way out?"
"I think so." She smiled. "See you later."
"What was that?" Jenny asked.
"I've been invited for a drink tonight."
"Will you go?"
"Why? What's she like."
"I think I'll have an early night. I've had a busy day."
"What?" There was a pause. "Oh yes. You were a little busy earlier."
"I had better ring this man."
"Yes you had. Ring again later."
I put the phone down, picked it up and dialled the number on the piece of paper I took from my jeans pocket.
The phone was answered in Spanish. I gave a name. There was a pause.
"Senor Wagstaffe." Came a voice from the other end of the line. "I have been expecting you. You have your passport?"
"Yes." I confirmed.
"Come to this address."
I opened the top right hand drawer of the sideboard and took out some sheets of writing paper and a pen.
I wrote down the address. Grover Place.
"If you could be here shortly?" He suggested.
"I'll come right away." I assured him.
After a hurried goodbye I put down the phone again. It was all go, go, go.
I went into the bedroom and quickly