herself sitting in a traffic jam, watching the back of a bus.
Once again her weak will was overcome by her desire. This time, however, it was her desire to get to know a certain small blonde, rather than her need of the baser actions of the flesh.
She found herself bogged down in rush hour traffic, made worse by the horrendous weather. Her wipers struggled with the mixture of rain and snow, and her demisters also struggled to keep the screen unfogged.
The parking space she'd used the day before was occupied, as were all the others in the vicinity. So she had to look further afield, and half an hour later she was selecting a ridiculously expensive option and obtaining a 12-hour ticket from a machine in a multi-storey car park.
She hefted the large bag she had stowed in the back of the car, and made her way out into the foul weather for the longish trek to Whitechapel.
The only place she could think of going to was the park, and it was there that she found herself a half-hour later.
Her face was glowing from the cold as she entered the ornate gates, and she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight that greeted her.
Rocky was sitting on the bench, staring intently at the tabletop in front of her.
"Hi," said Jo softly, and eased herself onto the bench opposite the blonde.
Rocky looked up, and looked long and hard into the blue eyes.
Feeling uneasy in the long silence that ensued, Jo started her banal chattering. "It's cold."
Rocky continued to stare.
"I brought some hot drinks again." She bent to retrieve the thermos from the bag. "And I have some other things too," she said, pulling a number of items out and placing them on the table. "I had them yesterday, but forgot to give you them. This," Jo pushed a large rolled bundle towards Rocky, "is a sleeping bag. It's the sort they take up mountains." She looked for some reaction from the blonde, pleased when the green eyes flicked momentarily to the bag. "And I have thermal socks, vests, gloves, and longjohns."
The green eyes returned to hers.
"I'm not stupid enough to turn this down. But I don't want you to buy me anything else." Rocky pulled the items towards her, looking annoyed at her own need of the things that Jo had bought her.
Jo was almost startled by the husky voice. Rocky sounded tired and when she looked harder she could see dark rings beneath her eyes.
"Ok," Jo said quietly, and poured two mugs of steaming tea. "Glad the rain's gone off a bit." She handed Rocky a mug, waiting for the girl to pull off one of her thick gloves to take it from her. Then she put the milk and sugar on the table. "Would you let me get you just one other thing?"
Rocky looked up slowly.
"Would you let me buy you breakfast? You look all in."
Rocky laughed, and Jo took in the changes in the face opposite her. The small crease at the bridge of her nose, a flash of white teeth, and the sparkling green eyes. She decided she'd like to see more of that look.
"You going to take me to one of your haunts, then?" Rocky stood, her arms out at her sides. "I'm not exactly dressed for it."
Jo sighed. "I'll take you wherever you want. Do you know anywhere around here?"
Rocky folded her arms across her chest. "Why are you doing this, Jo?"
Jo cupped the warm mug in her hands. "I could ask the same of you. Why did you come here?"
The blonde turned her back on Jo, and it was a few tense moments before she turned back towards her. "I talked for a long time with Edna last night. I wouldn't be here if she didn't say it was for the best."
"And what did you talk about?"
Rocky looked past her, toward the entrance, and Jo turned to follow her gaze. Manoeuvring her trolley across the grass was the woman in question. Jo quickly stood and helped the old woman with her load. Rocky had the same idea, but stopped when she saw Jo reach Edna first.
"Have you two been here long?" she asked, accepting Rocky's untouched mug of tea.
"Not long," said the blonde, returning to her seat.
"So you haven't told
Once again her weak will was overcome by her desire. This time, however, it was her desire to get to know a certain small blonde, rather than her need of the baser actions of the flesh.
She found herself bogged down in rush hour traffic, made worse by the horrendous weather. Her wipers struggled with the mixture of rain and snow, and her demisters also struggled to keep the screen unfogged.
The parking space she'd used the day before was occupied, as were all the others in the vicinity. So she had to look further afield, and half an hour later she was selecting a ridiculously expensive option and obtaining a 12-hour ticket from a machine in a multi-storey car park.
She hefted the large bag she had stowed in the back of the car, and made her way out into the foul weather for the longish trek to Whitechapel.
The only place she could think of going to was the park, and it was there that she found herself a half-hour later.
Her face was glowing from the cold as she entered the ornate gates, and she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight that greeted her.
Rocky was sitting on the bench, staring intently at the tabletop in front of her.
"Hi," said Jo softly, and eased herself onto the bench opposite the blonde.
Rocky looked up, and looked long and hard into the blue eyes.
Feeling uneasy in the long silence that ensued, Jo started her banal chattering. "It's cold."
Rocky continued to stare.
"I brought some hot drinks again." She bent to retrieve the thermos from the bag. "And I have some other things too," she said, pulling a number of items out and placing them on the table. "I had them yesterday, but forgot to give you them. This," Jo pushed a large rolled bundle towards Rocky, "is a sleeping bag. It's the sort they take up mountains." She looked for some reaction from the blonde, pleased when the green eyes flicked momentarily to the bag. "And I have thermal socks, vests, gloves, and longjohns."
The green eyes returned to hers.
"I'm not stupid enough to turn this down. But I don't want you to buy me anything else." Rocky pulled the items towards her, looking annoyed at her own need of the things that Jo had bought her.
Jo was almost startled by the husky voice. Rocky sounded tired and when she looked harder she could see dark rings beneath her eyes.
"Ok," Jo said quietly, and poured two mugs of steaming tea. "Glad the rain's gone off a bit." She handed Rocky a mug, waiting for the girl to pull off one of her thick gloves to take it from her. Then she put the milk and sugar on the table. "Would you let me get you just one other thing?"
Rocky looked up slowly.
"Would you let me buy you breakfast? You look all in."
Rocky laughed, and Jo took in the changes in the face opposite her. The small crease at the bridge of her nose, a flash of white teeth, and the sparkling green eyes. She decided she'd like to see more of that look.
"You going to take me to one of your haunts, then?" Rocky stood, her arms out at her sides. "I'm not exactly dressed for it."
Jo sighed. "I'll take you wherever you want. Do you know anywhere around here?"
Rocky folded her arms across her chest. "Why are you doing this, Jo?"
Jo cupped the warm mug in her hands. "I could ask the same of you. Why did you come here?"
The blonde turned her back on Jo, and it was a few tense moments before she turned back towards her. "I talked for a long time with Edna last night. I wouldn't be here if she didn't say it was for the best."
"And what did you talk about?"
Rocky looked past her, toward the entrance, and Jo turned to follow her gaze. Manoeuvring her trolley across the grass was the woman in question. Jo quickly stood and helped the old woman with her load. Rocky had the same idea, but stopped when she saw Jo reach Edna first.
"Have you two been here long?" she asked, accepting Rocky's untouched mug of tea.
"Not long," said the blonde, returning to her seat.
"So you haven't told
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