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show. Her cleavage was overflowing the top of her dress o.k. too much she thinks for the first date. I wear it tomorrow night and she selects another dress from her wardrobe but before she can change she hears a car horn blare outside her house. Helen walks to her widow and looks out to see Phil’s car in her drive, shit he early it was only just past six tying her hair up in a loose ponytail and grabbing her coat, this will have to do she thinks.
             On his third blast from his horn she waits in her living room, her mother watching her as Helen waits for him to knock her front door .
    “ Put the poor boy out of his misery and give up he not getting the message Helen” she scolds her
    “ No Mum, he is going to learn that if he takes me out he needs to treat me right he will give in and knock or not” she hopes to herself please knock. A few minutes tick by as she waits for him, then finally he knocks the door.
    “ You going to have to learn to give and take with men, Helen I’ll let you get the door”
             Helen laughs as she opens the door to a frustrated face of annoyance from Phil
    “Sorry Phil but a gentleman knocks the door for the lady” she says brightly
    “I’m no gentleman remember I looked” but his mood brightens when he sees Helen excitement at seeing him. He reaches for her hand and raises it to his lips softly kissing her fingers.
     
                Phil’s gaze kept wandering over Helen body. She was foolish to wear something so revealing on a first date. And he was annoyed at the way the barman stared at her when they came in. He did not say anything but he made sure no one else could see Helen in the corner. She was drinking a cream liqueur as he thought whisky was not a lady’s drink.
    “ You did say you wanted to be treated like a lady Helen. Sorry, but you will like this as there is whisky in it” he says brightly at Helen, yes the drink was nice she scolded herself for overreacting to the drink change she asked for
    “ So what made you become a doctor?” and trying to lighten his mood as the barman squeezes by to collect some glasses behind Helen
    “I got a god complex Helen the thought of stopping someone breathing thrills me so it was a doctor or a murderer” he laughs loudly
    “ And I get to kill more this way so doctor is the winner” she stares at Phil. He was so bold in his teasing of her.
                He leans in to her and his hand slipping around her waist as they talk and he moves nearer to her. Every time she relaxes he moves in closer again, allowing Helen to adjust to him being close to her before moving closer again. She not aware of him inching closer to her as he slowly makes his move. He talking all the time to her and distracting her from his slow pursuit and his arms tightening protectively around her. Whispering in her ear that she looked beautiful and his lips skimming her neck as he continues to whisper, how very lucky he was she was here with him. Her breath heaves as his lips brushes her ear. Phil whispering to her, that he couldn’t take his eyes away from her body. And that he couldn’t wait to touch her.
               This is too soon she thinks but she cannot help the trill she feels with him as he lightly kisses her neck and she closes her eyes as he tightens his hold on her. She softly pushes him away. It’s too soon she screams at herself and she pleading with her eyes for him to slow down, but he kisses her on her lips. She responds to his mouth with hers, but pushes him with her hands she so confused by him. She wants him but it’s just too soon, her heart still ached for Alan. He presses into Helen when he stops kissing her. His body is close to hers and Phil is looking down into her eyes. He so close to her she feels she can’t breathe.
    “ Breathe Helen or I will kiss you again” he teases her and he backs away from her. He still leaning over her as he talks away her nerves and she