this is to continue from the previous story, please read it first, please forgive me i will eventually get to the erotic bits, bear with me!
the next day i woke up, and said to myself 'you nutter, you gave your number and address to a complete stranger, and sent a man to prison, and bothered sleeping, so now i suppose i need sleep, to rest not body but mind, oh shit' and i do know talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.
i decided to visit the mall, for some new clothes, and so walked the 3 miles, musing that i would never be tired by walking, again. I bought a new pair of glasses, a skirt, 5 pairs of jeans, 5 tops, a jacket and 6 pairs of shoes, before stopping at the coffee shop, as even though i am a cyborg, i lurve coffee.
i was happily drinking my coffee, when i heard a gasp, it was me, without realising it, because i saw James, the man who asked for my help yesterday.
i ran out of the coffee shop and started walking home, remembering i had told him my address, instead of going home, i went to a nearby park, where i sat on a bench and used my "superhuman" sight and hearing, an hour later i see him, stumbling into view, gasping for breath, i wonder how he could have followed me, then suspect he guessed, or used the bus i hated.
he saw me sitting on the bench, and without actually knowing it was me asked, 'i'm looking for a woman called Amy Evans, have you seen her?'
i turned round, 'looking him dead in the eye,'yes, i have seen her, in fact, i am her, now what do you want?'
'to talk, the police no longer need us but i want to be friends with you, i know that must sound very childish, but it's true.'
'um...i'm not really very social, but i suppose...maybe'
'thank you, would you come to dinner with me?'
'alright, just no mushrooms or peas, they don't agree with me any more'
'ok, see you later, say, 5:30?'
'Agreed' i reply, i rush back home, sort through my things, and find a nice dress and a little make-up, and get into my purple high heeled wedges.
around 5:20, he turns up in a battered old ford and i said
'thats it, we are taking my car, and get my purple mercedes benz from my garage. His jaw drops open and he says'please, please, please, can i drive?'
'of course' i reply.
we drive to this fancy restaurant, that i can't remember the name of, he came round and opened my door, reaching out to take my hand, i took his hand, he lead my to a very pretty table set for two, and said 'you know, i think you look stunning this evening'
'thank you, but i'm damn cold in this dress'
'let me give you my jacket, its the least i can do,' he said in a voice like silk,
'uh huh, right.' i replied.
'what? you want me to do more?'
'well the least you could do is murder me, but i can tell you are repulsed by the idea, and i'm not serious, unfortunately, i am um... not right for you'
'WHAT, just because i have a scar over my eye, you are better than me!'
'no, i'm not good enough to be with you, i hadn't even noticed the scar' i sobbed
'oh, then what do you mean, your not good enough'
just trust me, ok,' and i run out of the restaurant, handing the waiter the money for the meal, i took one look at the car, then realised he had the key, i didn't want to face him again so i ran home.
at about midnight the doorbell rang, i was still fully clothed, having not slept at all, (i mean, i only have to sleep a little so i'll easily make up for lost sleep.) and i wandered downstairs, my mind calculating who it could be and why, so it was no surprise when i opened the door, and saw, 'James, i didn't expect you to come calling at this hour, why would you want to see me, i ran out on our date, did i not?'
'Yes, but i came to return your car, and to ask why, why did you run from me? i am hurt and bewildered, please explain.'
'Hm, always a gentleman, see, you are as close to perfect as humans can get! and i, i am the opposite of.' i manage to say without sobbing. he grabbed my shoulders, in a surprisingly strong hold, and said,
'i don't fucking care, tell me, now, i can tell you are hurt by this, but i want you to tell me.'
i push him off, forceing him away then say 'fine, i will tell you, and you will be revolted, and then you must promise not to tell anyone, or the police will come after you.'
'fine, just tell me.'
'alright...' i told him everything, how i was an orphan, how and what i was and how i came to be that way, and how he had touched my heart, and how i didn't want to tell him for fear of repulsing him, when i was done i waited for his reaction,scared shitless he walked over to me and embraced me, i started to cry, i admit it, he said 'oh you poor thing, thank you for telling me, that's the reason you ran off? Amy, i will never betray your secret, trust me, oh Amy, one thing, have you ever been kissed, by anyone?'
'no, why-' i didnt finish because he lifted me up and kissed me, slowly and passionately, he lead my to the bedroom, and said,'so i guess you are still a virgin then?' 'yes' i whispered, 'oh god,Amy, seriously,?' 'yes', 'can i take it?' a pause then i whispered into his ear 'yes, just be gentle, please.' 'ok my dear' he breathed.