Second Street // Part Fourteen

A Story by David

Second Street

Part Fourteen

Saturday morning came and found Andy up at her usual six am habit. She went about her business with the dogs and made a pot of coffee. Weekends she would not make breakfast until Danny actually woke up. She enjoyed the early morning peace on weekends. Just sit, drink your coffee and just be quiet and to yourself. The sun not yet risen, giving way to a semi dark feeling of solitude and stillness. Andy thought to herself, what a marvelous time of day. Even the howling winds of the bitter winter relented to this hour and became still. They always returned with vengeance but this hour was sacred. She sat drinking her coffee and Charlie came to her mind. No house cleaning, no dogs, no baking or decorating, no Danny. Just her and Charlie having a wonderful time. She wondered to herself , why couldn’t she have a Charlie? Why had she become so encumbered in this rotten existence? This mind numbing drain of life. This empty existence, this droll hurtful event that took control of each day. Her mind wandered.

Andy was popular on her writing site. She loved to tease the men with her seductive writing, an outlet only known to her. She had quite a following, some old, some just horny, those so into writing they knew not the difference of the tease from actual poetry and still those that just got her. She would write these emotive verses just filled, dripping with sexuality and sit back and wait for the comments. She enjoyed the feedback from all quarters, serious or not. It seemed to fill one particular void in her life. There was a consistent follower, an avid reader, named Jim. He took quite an interest in her and her writing without being phony. She would write a piece and he would either comment in a positive manner or just stay away. He loved her sexuality and dreamed of her. They had exchanged private messages for a year and things were beginning to heat up. They found themselves spending hours at their keyboards, chatting and discovering one another. They spoke of everything from childhood trauma to lost loves and God forbid even politics and philosophy. There was nothing they avoided. She was developing a crush on a never seen companion. For sure he was fully involved. She was just finishing a letter to him when Danny came ambling to the kitchen. She closed her laptop and said, want breakfast? He shook his head affirmatively and reached for the coffee. Of course his furry little troupe right under foot. He moved to the front door and hollered come! Andy proceeded with making some ham and eggs thinking ahead to her day.

Pam was the first to wake and she took a few minutes to settle her waking thoughts.. Head was on Charlie’s chest, her arm draped over his torso. She kissed his chest and quietly got up from the floor. She headed to the bath wrapping a towel around her naked body. She fidgeted with her face, looking in the mirror, making her eyes wide and picking at leftover sleep. She turned on the faucet to fill the tub with steaming water. As this was Pam, she was prepared and had a small vial of bubble bath that she poured directly into the running water. She went to the kitchen and grabbed the candles bringing them to the bath, lighting them with one of those long matches. She draped a towel over the window blocking out most of the incoming daylight. She went to Charlie and sat atop him, tickling ever so gently but bringing him from sleep. As he opened his eyes Pam was the view he had, smiling down on him. Pam said come on silly, come with me and grasped his hands, pulling him from the floor. He hazily followed her as she led him to the tub. She dropped the towel and climbed in beckoning him. He of course obliged and followed her. They lay there in all the sweet smelling bubbles holding one another and just really enjoying the steaming water. Candles burning and the room darkened. Charlie thought, what a great way to start the day! It was an hour spent there, keeping the temperature just right and turning to prunes , neither caring a wit. Eventually Charlie got out leaving the room to her, so that she could have some privacy to do make up or whatever it is that women seem to spend so much time in bathrooms doing. She appreciated this and went about her business. He brewed up some coffee and got himself dressed. A day like this he elected for blue jeans and boots with a turtleneck and Irish Knit sweater.

He turned on the radio finding some soothing Sunday morning music. He knocked at the door and asked Pam if she was ready for coffee? She spoke back through the closed door and said, five minutes. She finished applying her makeup and put her hair in a pony tail, slipping into those jeans he loved and a cashmere turtleneck sweater. Earrings next and looking in the mirror was satisfied. She popped from the bath and was handed a nice warm cup. They sat at the table listening to the soft music, both being quiet on this wonderful morning. What shall we do today, Pam asked? Well how about some breakfast and we’ll get a paper and she what is happening. Sure, that sounds like a wonderful start. They finished their brew, threw on their coats, Pam wrapping Charlie’s new scarf around his neck, telling him he looked so casually handsome this morning, giving him a quick kiss. They locked the door and headed for her car. Charlie said ,where to? Dennys’, Ihop? No, came the reply. I know just the spot. Charlie thought to himself, I bet you do! Pam skillfully turned the BMW onto the on ramp to the highway and giving the gas pedal a good goosing bringing the car to freeway speeds in a heartbeat. They drove for about thirty five minutes making small talk about the surroundings . Just as abruptly as she entered the freeway she was exiting and at a speed Charlie found a bit scary. She caught the look on his face and smiled. Don’t worry hon, I attended the BMW driving school. She turned right and stopped at a quick mart. Charlie, would you get a paper? Of course, be right back. He returned quickly with the voluminous Sunday edition. She backed up and got underway again. It wasn’t three minutes and she was turning into the Peppermill.

This place was the ultimate diner. Fantastic menu, always well prepared with the freshest of ingredients. The hostess asked booth for two? Charlie was about to respond when Pam said we’ll take a table in the bar. She led them to a decent sized table. The restaurant in general was full of windows and wonderfully bright. The bar on the other hand contained absolutely no windows. There were different levels. The level they were seated at was the lowest and had a wonderful fireplace blazing away. Charlie had to look twice. The fire was burning on top of a circular pool of water. Colored spot lights gleaming from the bottom of the pool. He had never seen anything like this. Apparently there was a circular gas jet set at just the correct height to allow the gas to ignite and burn so wonderfully. The wait staff in the bar area were not dressed as the diner staff. These girls were fitted in beautiful form fitting full length gowns. The necklines plunging and slit up the side to allow them to move as well as expose the great legs that most assuredly brought great revenue for the place as well as tips. Their waitress came and asked about drinks. Pam? I'll have a Ramos Fizz she replied and Charlie ordered a Bloody Mary. The Ramos was made with fresh egg and flower water while all the juices used in the drinks were fresh squeezed the fruit garnish large and just cut. Their waitress came back with these large beautiful looking drinks, Charlie’s with a huge stick of celery, salted rim and fresh lime while Pam’s seemed to contain a quarter of an orange. The waitress bent at the knee to deliver the drinks and of course the dress slid open just enough to be provocative and appreciated. Charlie looked at the drinks and said my God! These look fantastic. He pulled the celery from the glass and took a bite. As he did he could not believe the taste. He had never tasted anything like this. This was obviously all handmade, no bottle mix here. Pam could not stop smiling as she watched him. He was having a very hard time, every place he looked was something fantastic, The waitress in the gown, Pam, the fire and even the drinks. Their menus were delivered and were six pages thick and huge in size with gorgeous pictures. Pam ordered a California omlette. It was full of habeneros and jalepenos plenty of tasty veggies and topped with a spicy salsa. Charlie got a bit more traditional with simple fried eggs. They drank their drinks and shared the paper looking for the entertainment section.

Their meals arrived and neither of them could believe their eyes. Pam’s looked to be four eggs, and ever so fluffy. Seemed three inches high. There was a pile of homemade home fries that smelled of onion and garlic and four large slices of rye toast that appeared to be just made, garnished with parsley and fresh cut grapefruit and orange. Charlie’s was no less impressive with three eggs, sunny side up the same pile of home fries, toast and garnish. They just looked at one another and grinned. A second round of drinks and they dug in, laughing and talking. Charlie looked deep into her eyes and said, Pam you have given me the most wonderful weekend I have had in ages! Thank you so much. She was actually blushing deeply and just gave him a wink, actually too choked up to speak.