hours for my fantasy. Oh well, one night it might happen. But not tonight.
“I’m so sorry but I need to get home,” I said.
He was shocked. He was so sure that I was into him. Men never use their brain or eyes. Oh they used their eyes to look but not observe or understand. He saw me looking at him and he thought that was it. He didn’t realize or notice that as soon as he opened his mouth I was gone. Lost to him.
“Are you playing hard to get?” he asked with a nasty smirk.
I was wrong about this one, even though he was nicely dressed and seemed polite, he was covering up an asshole inside.
“Fuck you too” was what I heard as I drifted away. I wish, I thought. Soon I was out and heading to my car.
I dreaded this time, this moment. My escape was over and now it’s back to my reality. I loved my kids; more than anything in this world. But I needed my own time sometimes. I never had that anymore. If it wasn’t working then it was domestic duties. Money was tough but I always saved money for my weekly night out. Luckily Lucy just lived around the corner and she was often keen and eager to babysit. The kids loved her too; she was good at feeding them, playing and then putting them to sleep. They actually listened to her more than they listened to me. I wish I could have her over more often. Soon, I thought, I was expecting a promotion and with that chance of a big raise. Single income was hard especially when you have grown accustomed to two incomes.
“Bastard” I said it out loud. He was no longer there but he was still paying me back. I was going to have this under control soon. The promotion and some budgeting should leave plenty of money for holidays and weekend outings. And more babysitting. Maybe I can afford to be away for a full night. Kids would punish me too much if I did that but I could dream.
I was half way back home. What was it that Lucy said? She said something about only being able to there for 2 hours. Oh damn it, was I suppose to return early. Then I remembered. Tommy. Her older brother Tommy was back home for couple of months. He was studying in US and it was their summer break. I vaguely remembered him. That’s right, she had to go out to a friends tonight and she mentioned that Tommy was going to cover for her. How long has he been away? Three years I thought. Three years gone and so much has changed.
Oh well it will be good to see him again. I wonder what he looks like. I was trying to imagine. Oh shut up. Your night of fun is over; I couldn’t bring that reality to my house. Home. I took the money out of my purse as I walked inside the house. It was very quiet. Kids were obviously in bed. I could see a light and small noise coming out of the TV room. I slowly walked over.
There was man sitting on the sofa. He had dark black hair. The head was visible above the sofa. He was either grown very tall or was sitting up straight. There was a movie on. The Notebook. Really, I almost chuckled. Nicolas Sparks, poisoning the minds of young girls with what love should be. So false.
“Hello,” I said.
He stood up. Yes he was tall. And muscled. He was wearing a t-shirt which was bulging with muscles. His back was a thing of beauty, I was mesmerised. And then he turned around. Who was this man? She thought. He was not Tommy. Not a boy. This was a man. He was beautiful, firm cheeks, red lips that I wanted to suck and broad forehead. I could see a bit of Tommy in there. Was there another older brother? No it was Tommy. He has just grown up. A lot. He was walking over towards me.
“Hey! Mrs Hollows, how are ya?” the man drawled with a slight US accent.
It was Tommy! And then he was hugging me. His arms were around me. Hugging and squeezing. His lips. Big and wonderful lips were on my cheeks. They left a burning mark. But it wasn’t just my cheeks. I was burning all over. He was so warm. I didn’t want to end the embrace but she had no
“I’m so sorry but I need to get home,” I said.
He was shocked. He was so sure that I was into him. Men never use their brain or eyes. Oh they used their eyes to look but not observe or understand. He saw me looking at him and he thought that was it. He didn’t realize or notice that as soon as he opened his mouth I was gone. Lost to him.
“Are you playing hard to get?” he asked with a nasty smirk.
I was wrong about this one, even though he was nicely dressed and seemed polite, he was covering up an asshole inside.
“Fuck you too” was what I heard as I drifted away. I wish, I thought. Soon I was out and heading to my car.
I dreaded this time, this moment. My escape was over and now it’s back to my reality. I loved my kids; more than anything in this world. But I needed my own time sometimes. I never had that anymore. If it wasn’t working then it was domestic duties. Money was tough but I always saved money for my weekly night out. Luckily Lucy just lived around the corner and she was often keen and eager to babysit. The kids loved her too; she was good at feeding them, playing and then putting them to sleep. They actually listened to her more than they listened to me. I wish I could have her over more often. Soon, I thought, I was expecting a promotion and with that chance of a big raise. Single income was hard especially when you have grown accustomed to two incomes.
“Bastard” I said it out loud. He was no longer there but he was still paying me back. I was going to have this under control soon. The promotion and some budgeting should leave plenty of money for holidays and weekend outings. And more babysitting. Maybe I can afford to be away for a full night. Kids would punish me too much if I did that but I could dream.
I was half way back home. What was it that Lucy said? She said something about only being able to there for 2 hours. Oh damn it, was I suppose to return early. Then I remembered. Tommy. Her older brother Tommy was back home for couple of months. He was studying in US and it was their summer break. I vaguely remembered him. That’s right, she had to go out to a friends tonight and she mentioned that Tommy was going to cover for her. How long has he been away? Three years I thought. Three years gone and so much has changed.
Oh well it will be good to see him again. I wonder what he looks like. I was trying to imagine. Oh shut up. Your night of fun is over; I couldn’t bring that reality to my house. Home. I took the money out of my purse as I walked inside the house. It was very quiet. Kids were obviously in bed. I could see a light and small noise coming out of the TV room. I slowly walked over.
There was man sitting on the sofa. He had dark black hair. The head was visible above the sofa. He was either grown very tall or was sitting up straight. There was a movie on. The Notebook. Really, I almost chuckled. Nicolas Sparks, poisoning the minds of young girls with what love should be. So false.
“Hello,” I said.
He stood up. Yes he was tall. And muscled. He was wearing a t-shirt which was bulging with muscles. His back was a thing of beauty, I was mesmerised. And then he turned around. Who was this man? She thought. He was not Tommy. Not a boy. This was a man. He was beautiful, firm cheeks, red lips that I wanted to suck and broad forehead. I could see a bit of Tommy in there. Was there another older brother? No it was Tommy. He has just grown up. A lot. He was walking over towards me.
“Hey! Mrs Hollows, how are ya?” the man drawled with a slight US accent.
It was Tommy! And then he was hugging me. His arms were around me. Hugging and squeezing. His lips. Big and wonderful lips were on my cheeks. They left a burning mark. But it wasn’t just my cheeks. I was burning all over. He was so warm. I didn’t want to end the embrace but she had no
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