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junk mail that I noticed earlier. It's addressed to a Mr. Pierce Carver or Current Resident. Ha! Ha!
I feel a rush of excitement, pretending to be a detective for a moment. Sure, I didn't solve a double homicide like on television, but I did get the clue I needed to write the note. I press the pen to the paper and get to writing.
Once I am finished I fold it in half and make a table tent. On the front I write: My Peasant Boy. Applying some lipstick I had in my purse I kiss the corner of the letter. Digging around further in my bag I discover a travel perfume bottle I stash there for emergencies. By emergencies I mean I am too tired to shower before work and take the old French bath.
I give the letter a small spritz and I am done! Feeling pretty smug I decide to give Pierce a small token. I creep back into the bedroom and silently listen at the door to hear if he is awake. Moments later I hear soft sounds of a gentle rumble and realize he's snoring. Very carefully I make my way to the side table and place the note down and next to the note my token. Blowing him a kiss I head out the room and moments later out the door of his apartment.
Checking my cell phone I have realize it's eight in the morning. Ugh, no wonder I'm so tired. I notice a few texts on my cell from Luna.
Hey Jos, give me heads up you r still alive.
I reply back: Luna m ok.
There is another text from her from a while back.
Hey Jos, you aren't the only lucky girl tonight. Discuss at lunch!
I laugh and figure she got with one of Pierce's friends. If they are anything like him then I know she had a very good night.
Once I am out of the building I get hit with bright morning light and thick humidity. Suddenly I feel as bad as I look. Despite my physical shape I decide to forgo the taxi as I live only a ten minute walk away. After fifteen minutes, from walking rather slowly, I get to the little front door of my row home and unlock it, walking inside. I close the door; walk over to the couch and do a face plant. Within minutes I am out dreaming of the night before.
Chapter 8
Pierce: Two Hours Later
There are chimes going off and I sit up instinctively only to realize it's my alarm clock. Lazily I reach over to shut it off. Damn this thing, it's Saturday. What time is it? I flicker my eyelids trying to focus on the clock. Moments later the red blur turns into a shape, 10:00. Why did I set an alarm for a Saturday, oh that's right breakfast with the guys at Papermoon Diner.
My mouth smacks feeling like I just ate a bunch of pretzels without water. Wait, pretzels? Why is that word ...
In a flash images of the night into the early hours of the morning come flooding my brain and a stupid grin slides across my face. Oh, Josephine!
Instantly I flip over and find the bed empty. My smile fades and I look about the room, nothing. I hop out of bed and glance in the bathroom.
"Josephine?"
No response. She must be in the kitchen getting some water. My feet pad to the kitchen, but it's empty. I quickly look in every room and find my apartment is void of human life except my own.
"Josephine?" I yell loudly, but silence is my only answer.
"Shit!"
I thought we had a good time last night. No, we had a spectacular night. So, why did she just leave without a goodbye? Even the women I kick out after taking them home for the night, I say goodbye to. The thought makes me realize how they might have felt. Wow, I am an asshole. Perhaps I deserve this from her, sort of a payback for all the times I did it to other women.
But I don't want it to be payback. I never led those women on, never brought up my feelings or how I wanted it to last. Josephine said she would let me know when we woke up. She lied to me.
I feel hurt and angry. I knew she was too good to be true. She was too beautiful, too sensual, too smart, too funny, and too wonderful to last. Perhaps she was a dream. Maybe I had more to drink last night than I thought and I imagined the whole evening. That must be it,
I feel a rush of excitement, pretending to be a detective for a moment. Sure, I didn't solve a double homicide like on television, but I did get the clue I needed to write the note. I press the pen to the paper and get to writing.
Once I am finished I fold it in half and make a table tent. On the front I write: My Peasant Boy. Applying some lipstick I had in my purse I kiss the corner of the letter. Digging around further in my bag I discover a travel perfume bottle I stash there for emergencies. By emergencies I mean I am too tired to shower before work and take the old French bath.
I give the letter a small spritz and I am done! Feeling pretty smug I decide to give Pierce a small token. I creep back into the bedroom and silently listen at the door to hear if he is awake. Moments later I hear soft sounds of a gentle rumble and realize he's snoring. Very carefully I make my way to the side table and place the note down and next to the note my token. Blowing him a kiss I head out the room and moments later out the door of his apartment.
Checking my cell phone I have realize it's eight in the morning. Ugh, no wonder I'm so tired. I notice a few texts on my cell from Luna.
Hey Jos, give me heads up you r still alive.
I reply back: Luna m ok.
There is another text from her from a while back.
Hey Jos, you aren't the only lucky girl tonight. Discuss at lunch!
I laugh and figure she got with one of Pierce's friends. If they are anything like him then I know she had a very good night.
Once I am out of the building I get hit with bright morning light and thick humidity. Suddenly I feel as bad as I look. Despite my physical shape I decide to forgo the taxi as I live only a ten minute walk away. After fifteen minutes, from walking rather slowly, I get to the little front door of my row home and unlock it, walking inside. I close the door; walk over to the couch and do a face plant. Within minutes I am out dreaming of the night before.
Chapter 8
Pierce: Two Hours Later
There are chimes going off and I sit up instinctively only to realize it's my alarm clock. Lazily I reach over to shut it off. Damn this thing, it's Saturday. What time is it? I flicker my eyelids trying to focus on the clock. Moments later the red blur turns into a shape, 10:00. Why did I set an alarm for a Saturday, oh that's right breakfast with the guys at Papermoon Diner.
My mouth smacks feeling like I just ate a bunch of pretzels without water. Wait, pretzels? Why is that word ...
In a flash images of the night into the early hours of the morning come flooding my brain and a stupid grin slides across my face. Oh, Josephine!
Instantly I flip over and find the bed empty. My smile fades and I look about the room, nothing. I hop out of bed and glance in the bathroom.
"Josephine?"
No response. She must be in the kitchen getting some water. My feet pad to the kitchen, but it's empty. I quickly look in every room and find my apartment is void of human life except my own.
"Josephine?" I yell loudly, but silence is my only answer.
"Shit!"
I thought we had a good time last night. No, we had a spectacular night. So, why did she just leave without a goodbye? Even the women I kick out after taking them home for the night, I say goodbye to. The thought makes me realize how they might have felt. Wow, I am an asshole. Perhaps I deserve this from her, sort of a payback for all the times I did it to other women.
But I don't want it to be payback. I never led those women on, never brought up my feelings or how I wanted it to last. Josephine said she would let me know when we woke up. She lied to me.
I feel hurt and angry. I knew she was too good to be true. She was too beautiful, too sensual, too smart, too funny, and too wonderful to last. Perhaps she was a dream. Maybe I had more to drink last night than I thought and I imagined the whole evening. That must be it,
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