![]() Bar Flies Chap 2A Story by Donald Meikle
Sam opened her eyes to moon light. The clouds had left with the rain. She was covered in coconut oil and a token piece of towel. She slid off the massage table
and strode out to the hot tub where Don floated snoring gently. Where are my clothes? He opened one eye and waved toward the balcony, "Did I throw them over the side she thought in panic. " Down stairs in the bedroom" She started toward the stairs, " the shower" he pointed " you'll need it" She ran into the shower and turned on the water. It squirted from everywhere. " Hit the soap button twice Sam" She saw the green button and pushed it twice. The water came with soap and she turned and twisted to get every spot washed. In one minute it went back to rinse. She stood enjoying it for a minute or two and then hit the red button. The water shut off and warm air blew from every direction including up. In moments she was striding toward the stairwell again. Don watched, enjoying every bounce. At the bottom of the stair she looked to the left at an open door, it was a large room and she could see her clothes draped over a far bedpost. As she entered the room she saw a white grand piano set into the corner and closed. Don stepped out of the shower listening to Johann Sebastian Bach like he'd never heard it played before. He went down into the bedroom to see Sam's clothes still draped over the bedpost where he'd put them. Sam sat on the white swivel stool eyes closed and playing her heart out. Her dark red hair had dried spiked She looked like a Celtic warrior ready for battle. suddenly the music stopped, "Pie!" She ran for her clothes and donned them at light speed, then ran for the door. Don watched in amazement. "You're baking a pie?" " No I forgot to feed the cat she'll be drastic by now" He sat there alone, wondering if bed was an option. They'd enjoyed steak teriyaki with lightly braised scallops, a couple of drinks, and then he'd given her a full body massage. She'd promptly passed out so he'd taken her clothes to the bedroom. He couldn't sleep so he'd gone back up to the hot tub. He poured a cup of coffee, added cream, then rose to answer the door. He opened the door to Sam holding a Siamese cat in her arms. The cat stared at him with a slightly cross eyed look of equal parts queen and hellion. This is Pie wackit, and had I not tended to her god knows what she'd have done for payback. " It's not hard to see who's cat she is" said Don watching the cat explore her new surroundings. "She's so pretty and easy going, can she stay?" Sam's eyes widened as she realized what he was really saying. This guy might be old but he sure as hell wasn't slow. She remembered him without clothes and wondered how old he really was. A lot of guys had prematurely grey hair these days, and that six pack belly had not been held in. "Not without me" she said firmly. "We are a pair". "Well then let's leave her here to check it out, and go get your stuff." " I always wondered why they never used a black cat in Bell Book and Candle " said Don as his hand slid around her waist. She turned and looked up at him. "Siamese were pretty new then and needed promoting". Was he going to kiss her? The elevator door opened to a couple waiting to get on. They all looked at each other in suspense, then he kissed her anyway. Sam returned the kiss softly in sheer joy. They exited to cheerful grins from the waiting couple. © 2009 Donald MeikleReviews
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1 Review Added on June 30, 2008 Last Updated on May 26, 2009 Author![]() Donald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..Writing
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