“What?”
Out loud,
“I’VE ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE ONE OF THE SEXIEST PEOPLE ON THE PLANET.”
“I know.”
“You know? How can you know?”
Well, you remember that photo your dad took of me that time at Hayfield, where I’d fallen over? We’d both been looking at it…”
“Yessss…”
” well that night after you’d gone up to bed, I took it out again…”
“Yesss…?”
” And it had been misplaced – I’d put it back with the others from that trip, but when I came to look at it again, it was underneath a picture of your granddad wearing his war medals…”
“Oh..”
“I didn’t think too much of it, but then later I had to go and visit your Aunt Jessie who was ill and lived not far from the Uni. When I came from her place, I thought I’d surprise you and we’d go for a coffee in the refectory….”
“Aha…?”
“I asked one of the students where your dorm room was and he took me all the way there. He was very nice…”
“I’ll bet..”
“Anyway I knocked but you weren’t there. The room was open so I walked right in and I saw myself in this huge poster….”
“I..I…”
“I didn’t want to embarrass you so I turned round and left.”
“You’re angry…”
“Angry? Why on earth should I be angry? It’s not everyone gets to be a Poster Girl, haha…”
There was a light tap at the door. I quickly grabbed my boxers and stumbled as I drew them on. I took my T-shirt and threw it over my head. It was inside-out. Mum was giggling.
I opened the door a notch. It was the barmaid.
“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you, but we’re just closing up downstairs in the pub. Your bike is still out the front with a couple of bags attached. I thought you might need them? You can put the bike round the back if you want to…”
“Oh, yeah, thanks, I’ll see to it right away, thanks…”
Her smile was wider than before as she walked away.
I righted my clothes, pulled on my pants, gave mum a kiss on her left nipple and went down to retrieve the bags.
Most of the rest of the night was spent with me changing the dressings on mum’s injuries, for which she had some novel ways of rewarding me.
Then we were screwing again.
During one of our breaks, she turned to me and said,
“Eddie?”
“Mmm…?”
“You know you’re going to have to go back to that supermarket again and buy me some new clothes?”
She held up a torn blouse and skirt.
“The cashier should like that…”
“And Eddie..?”
“Mmm…?”
“You’re going to have to start calling me ‘Sue’….”