WiP 4

Much to my surprise, I did manage to survive, what can only be politely termed as "The Monster Hangover from Hell". True to her word, GG's remedy worked very well. What was becoming trying was her incessant perky chipperness. At first I thought she was just trying to cheer me up, her way of helping me move on with life . In a super duper positive way. Now I honestly wonder if there was a time when she wasn't like this. Social functions with "The Jerk" she was all rainbows and smiles. A public persona, one assumes. But even in private she is so light and airy, everything is perfect in the world, I'm getting very close to throttling her.


I was also becoming very exhausted. Soon, I was going to need a vacation....from doing nothing!!! GG's social calender was packed with events and galas. Not to mention lunches, endless shopping trips followed by nights of clubbing. At this rate I would be dead in another month.


I could do without all of it, except maybe the clubbing aspect. Piqued, GG had us back at Fates the following week. Hoping to recreate the sensation I had caused with the infamous man in black. People did indeed recognise me and then GG. But the elusive shadow was nowhere to be seen. Not even at his usual post, overlooking the crowd. Outwardly I was relieved. Much to GG's "That's the spirit! Plenty of more fish in the sea." Even this time she couldn't quite convince herself. People, craving new and exciting things, began to get bored of waiting to see if drinks came from an unknown source or if the dark enigma would even make an appearance. Moved on to their own sources of titillation. After about the third week of a no show I allowed myself to admit that I was feeling disappointed. Why single me out, then nothing afterwards?? Was it a game? Just one more source of amusement. A way of encouraging continued business?? With his very carefully cultivated reputation, more rumour than any actual fact, why choose to break a holding pattern?? Perhaps boredom?? Maybe an impulse acted on. In my letdown I ruminated on all sorts of differing reasons. In the end deciding it really didn't matter. If there was any interest it was fleeting and forgotten. Now all I had to do was convince my dreaming mind.


Sleeping becoming treacherous by the day was the ultimate release....of any and all fantasy my subconscious could come up with. Sexual in nature at first, then slowly morphing into a real desire to know his inner secrets. Dreams of watching his imagined form sleep, peaceful some times. Fretful in others. Nights of clinging passionately to his embrace and times of just being held by those strong secure arms of his.


But as life does, life went on. And after a time I began to think he was a figment of my imagination. Conjured in a moment of mental weakness. A way of shoring up my very fragile self esteem. Or maybe that was the point, take pity on the awkward sore thumb. Using his power of reputation for good, helping me to become accepted. Accepted it did. I was now being included in all the social functions with GG. The toll was beginning to wear on me. On the plus side, I was out and about meeting societies most eligible bachelors. And they were definitely noticing me.

Thoughts of You

I am so going girly my own daughter would be ashamed of me!!!! Shoot me now and save her the embarassment! LOL


My mind drifts and lingers on the feel of your arms around me
My face turned into your neck, the smell of your hair and you
My hands inside your jacket feeling the corded muscles of your back
Holding on, you tighten your grip on me, pulling me closer

Reality intrudes, daily activities once again capture my attention.
Start this, finish that, check on those.
The list seems endless, the monotony unstimulating
Again my mind wanders

Feather light kisses on my neck, as you rest your chin on my shoulder
A soft chuckle in my ear, your fingers tickling my sides
Catching and holding my eyes as you sing to me lyrics of a song
Heat rising in my face as I flush with pleasure, feeling special

Snuggling on a couch, your hand strokes my calf, I sigh closing my eyes
Living in the moment, just happy to be there with you
Giving into the irresistible urge to kiss you, my hands in your hair
Wishing for all the world we were somewhere else.....alone

The baser human drives seem unbearable when I'm around you
What is it that fuels it so?? Is it that look you get in the throes of wanting
The mutual giving of pleasure, the world falling away??
Or the need to be completed, to feel close to you with no barriers

I contemplate this as I struggle to put such memories out of my mind
Preferable they may be, they tease & distract me from tasks at hand
Worry and wonder when or even if I'll see you soon or again
When I have a few moments I allow the thoughts to flow free and lose myself

WiP 3

"Demoiselle, I beg you, please. Choose something else. It is beneath yourself to request such a thing. Especially one that could be freely given." He looked so sincere I was tempted to rescind my choice. But that stubborn streak I'd been cursed with, had me shaking my head.
"I see I am unable to change your mind." Walking to me, he buried his hands in my hair and said "perhaps this will settle the discord between us" as he lowered his lips to mine.

I was expecting a hard, quick kiss, but his lips were feather light, more like a whisper of a kiss than an actual kiss. Then he began to kiss me. Soft, nipping movements. His hands shifting, one fisting in my hair pulling and the other running down my back to my waist, pulling me closer. My hands lightly skimmed up his chest and snaked around his neck. Rising up on my toes his mouth melded with mine. Angling his head his tongue lazily slid into my mouth and played with mine. Swirling and dancing, heat flooded the lower regions of my body. A low moan rose from my throat. Parting momentarily, breathing coming in gasps I looked into his eyes. Darkened with passion and need, he lowered his head once again. This time no light playful kisses. This was one of desire and want. Hard, deep and intense. Caught in the wave of feelings I didn't even notice being moved until I was sat on the pool table. Almost eye to eye, I glanced at those lips I'd earlier wondered about. Thinking they were every bit as tender as I had hoped and more. Want more I leaned to kiss him but his head went around and started trailing light nibbles down the side of my throat. Tangling my hands in his hair I pull his head back and kissed him every bit as deeply as he had before. Groaning in response, he grabbed my posterior and pulled roughly up against the front of him. Feeling what I was doing to him began to drive me insane. Tearing my lips from him I started nuzzling his earlobe, while grabbing at the end of his shirt to remove it. Lifting it up and off, my hands roamed freely about his back and chest. Until now I never gave much thought to how sensual just touching a person can be. The sheer feel of his skin had me squirming. Then he rocked his hips forward, purposefully. I couldn't help it, my head went back and I all but shrieked with the wanting of him. With my head back he resumed kissing my neck, this time holding me in place so I had no alternative but to enjoy. My shirt a memory, he eased the straps off my shoulders, reached around and popped the catch of my bra. Freed of their restraint, my swollen nipples pointed in the direction of their desire. Leaning back a little, he gave the girls an appreciative appraisal. Feeling self conscious I blushed and looked away. Gently taking my chin in his hand, he turned my head to look at him. He shook his head No and smiled at me. At once I felt alluring and sexy. Kissing me slowly yet thoroughly I felt his hand cup my breast, thumbing the nipple. Moaning into his mouth I dug my nails into his back. Replacing his hand with his mouth sent me over the edge. His tongue on my nipple was mirrored with his thumb on the other breast. The sensation brought me to an instant shuddering orgasm.

A bright light flooded the room blinding me, and causing horrendous pain at the same time. A cheery "Morning Sunshine" came from the direction of the window. About to spit a few, very nasty descriptive words about what I really thought about being woken up, a wave of nausea assailed me to silence. "Awww, not feeling to good??" The voice, recognizable sympathized. " I remember a few of those mornings after. Lucky for you I have the best hang over remedy known to man." The voice said chipperly. "And since I love you so much, I am willing to share it with you!" Suddenly the pieces fit and I recalled just whose voice that was. And where I was and wasn't for that matter. Opening my eyes just a crack, the bright light once again assaulted my poor eyes. Grabbing the covers, for self preservation, and throwing them over my head seemed to be the best option at the moment. Laughter, resounding like shards of glass into my skull, erupted from GG.
"That bad?? OK, hang in there and GG make the pain go all bye-byes." I heard the door to my room close, slam to me, but close all the same. I thought about a few things GG could do with her "all bye-byes". Since I had neither the strength nor inclination to act on any of them I snuggled down into the bed and relived my very vivid dream. So vivid in fact that there was a wetness between my legs and a lazy sated feeling creeping through me...as long as i didn't move.

WiP 2

We finished our night out at Fates, curious looks and pointing fingers and all. Being the eye of attention encouraged a little liquid attitude. After a few more of those fruity drinky things, every absurd thought that entered my head caused me to collapse into a fit of giggles. Comments I bit back, for fear of sounding as "super fucking smashed" as I was, put me into fits hysterical laughter. The startled looks on my fellow clubbers faces triggered and even more so prolonged fits. Afraid I might wet myself GG tactfully dragged my cackling ass to the ladies before, announcing that it was time to go.

Leaving no earlier than 5am, GG all but poured me into the limosine. Instructing the driver to take us home, the scenery passed in a blur. Trying to sit dignifiedly up and straighten my bustier. I politely enquired which club we were off to now. It must have came out something like: Wish cub err ee goog too ow?? The befuddled look on GG's face quickly resolved itself after a moment. Laughing she said the best club of them all. Club GG's. Eyes wide I asked astonishingly that there was a club with her name on it?? Which by this point sounded like: Thrsss a cub call led Dzg Dzg's?? Quite amused at my expense she said something that sounded like that I had been there before and enjoyed it immensely. Anything beyond that was a haze as I started to fall asleep rather quickly.

Feeling the fresh crisp air on my face, I roused momentarily to feel the driver and GG support either side of me up the steps of her columned front doors. Trying valiantly to remember where we were supposed to be going, I shook my head to clear it. Suddenly the floor came rushing up to meet me...hard. The cool marble felt great on my overheated skin. I lapsed into another fit of giggles. Rolling on my side to stand up. Again the floor came at me. This was starting to cause me no little irritation. GG's driver scooped me up and began carrying me up the stairs. Alarmed I demanded to know just where he thought he was taking me. Looking over his shoulder at my host, for some kind of assistance, GG called over that he was taking me somewhere more comfortable so I could have a little rest. "Oooh, das goo" Laying my head on his shoulder. For a moment I wondered what it would be like for Sebastian to carry me this way. Snuggling deeper into the drivers arms, I breathed in the smell of him. Something about the way he smelled was instinctively wrong to me. He smelled of a light cologne and body musk. Just not the way he should smell. I felt myself being lowered on to a very soft and comfortable surface. Blankets were pulled over me, I vaguely heard the curtains being closed. Rolling over I muttered something about him smelling wrong. Then I gracefully fell asleep and proceeded to snore like a banshee.

I was busing tables at the Dog House bar I used to work at in college. Over in the corner at the end of the bar was my boyfriend, waiting with me as I cleaned up and closed the place that night. It was dead in the middle of winter, the customers tended to stay in on blustery night such as this one. One by one I systematically wiped the tables then put the chairs on top. I would work my way over to the bar, wipe it down. Putting the bar stools on top as I went. My boyfriend, whose name I can't remember, would finish up his beer by the time I got to his end. Putting the bottle in the case, I'd start turning off the various lights in the place. When there was only one or two left he would grab his and my jackets I'd lock up and we'd go back to his place for a night cap.

This time as I was about to pull the last light, he came up behind me nuzzling my neck and suggests a game of pool before we leave. That light still being on, I figured why not? He, considered himself a bit of a pool sharp, graciously let me break. When a ball of each set sunk I asked if he had a preference for highs or lows?? The perplexed look on his face spoke volumes. "Stripes or solids", I clarified. "You choose" he said, "after all it might be the only shot you get in. He had a look, that one does when indulging an activity for a small child. Something they are quite sure they can't do. Nodding, I proceeded to line up my shot and neatly pot the ball in the corner pocket. Still smiling, lucky shot of course. After sinking two more balls, banking the second shot, the glib look slid away. Sinking his initial shot, he misjudged the angle and the ball bounced off the horns of the corner. Potting another two balls, I glanced up to see an angry expression forming on his face. Nervous I missed my third shot. Lining up his next three shots, sinking them in succession, the smile was back along with a: "Just needed to warm up tis all" Scratching my next then missing the one after that, it was down to the 8 ball and my two. Queueing up for his last shot, he strikes the white ball too hard, potting both the 8 ball and the white behind it. He'd lost and wasn't going to take it gracefully. "That doesn't count as a loss, the black ball went in first. Now IF the white ball had preceded the black then it would have been a scratch for me"

"Actually Sir you would be incorrect." My head spinning around, I turned to see Sebastian standing behind me, almost protectively. "When the cue ball indeed follows the 8 into the pocket, it is considered a loss for the person taking the shot. I am very sorry, but you have in fact lost this game." Anger brewing on my boyfriends face, he comes around the table to take my arm to leave. "And I believe it is time for us to go....c'mon Seren." Pulling my arm out of his grasp, appalled at his rudeness, I remind him the bar doesn't close until there are no more customers. Turning to address the man behind me I ask if I can get him anything. "Why yes, I would be very grateful for an ice cold bottle of ale." Smiling as I nodded, I responded "It would be my pleasure" I turned to go and get his beer.

My boyfriend, was not so accommodating. "Serenity, you can't be serious! Toss this jerk out and lets go, now!" I have to admit, it was the "now!" that did it. Smiling again at the man in black, I said "I'm afraid the kitchen is closed but there are lots of little munchies in the fridge i could warm up if you were hungry too." My boyfriends eyes were virtually popping out of his head, his face had taken on an ugly mottled look. "That's it." he stormed. "you either come with me now or so help me I'll leave you here....alone." My face hardening of it's own accord, glared at him then I tipped my head toward the door. Shock flooded his expression then a meanness I'd never seen before settled in it's place. Turning he stalked out the door, but not before I called a cheery "See ya around Biff!!" Furious now he shouted "MY NAME IS....." Whatever it was I shut him off with a palm of my hand and a bored whatever.

Nervous yet titillated I turned towards my one customer. "Well done, young lady. Very well done indeed." As he put his now empty bottle of beer on the bar he said. "Now I believe it was your turn to break." Cocking his head towards the pool table. "Oh I really should finish closing up" I stammered. Looking around, then back at me, he tried "It does appear that you have accomplished that already. I assure you that despite that mans insinuations I have no intention of harming you in anyway. I just came to play a simple game of billiards. Which isn't much of a challenge by oneself." The man seemed so sincere and honest, it felt downright wrong to refuse him a simple game of pool. "Alright, why don't you rack and break, while I wipe down the bar." I said. He countered with a, "I will most certainly arrange the balls to their proper places, but as the victor of the previous game it is your privilege and right to take the first shot." "OK" I shot back. "I'll be just a sec." Washing up the bar, then putting the empty in the case I dropped the cloth in the sink out back and returned to the table.

He had arranged the balls into an unusual formation. One I'd never seen before. Spying my confused look, Sebastian explained. "I observed your playing before, you're very skilled at this game. More so than your opponent, yet you held back or deliberately missed. To flatter his rather en cumbersome ego I suspect. This formation will challenge you and your skills. You will not be able to hold back. Doing so will lose you the game, and my right as victor to claim my prize." Taking about three steps back, I enquired as to what that was. Laughing, with that rich velvety voice of his, he answered. "Not what you are imagining. I am not in the habit of forcing my attentions on young women, regardless of how alluring I may find them. I was thinking something simple to go with the game. Maybe another ale perhaps or those munchies you graciously mentioned earlier." Feeling foolish I agreed, taking up my pool cue to break the unusual formation. After I took the shot with my customary power and angle use. I understood what Sebastian meant about challenging me. Not one ball sunk into a pocket. I was used to sinking two sometimes three off the break alone. Chagrined I bowed him the table. I watched very carefully as he lined up his shot, and as he took that shot I found myself holding my breath. He missed. Somehow I was vaguely disappointed. then a thought occurred to me. Verbalizing that thought I said "Um, and what do I get if I win??" Grinning in amusement he asked what I wanted. Of course I drew a blank and could think of nothing. The way his lips curved when he genuinely smile was just plain sinful. And distracting, his eyes held a mischievous cast too them. "Why don't we continue and you can think of something during the course of the match." He suggested. Moving my head up and down all I could do was think about those lips. Were they as soft as they looked. Would they be firm and demanding or feather light against mine. All sorts of images flooded my mind. All of them ending with me tasting those lips.

While I was pondering such thoughts I found that I had lost the match. Smiling I asked which it would be, the beer or the snacks. You choose he said. So a bit peckish myself, I warmed up some mini hor'dervs and returned to the table once again set up in the bizarre formation.
"Oh, are we playing again??"
"Well I thought since you were unfamiliar with this particular set up, it was only fair to give you the opportunity to try your luck again." He said. Slyly adding. "After these delicious eats I might want an ale to cool my parched throat."
Feeling impulsive, especially after watching him eat delicately with his fingers. His tongue snaking out every so often to lick clean the digits feeding him.
"And if I win......a kiss." Surprise mingled with intrigue flashed over his features.
"My dear lady, are you in the habit of demanding intimacies as though they were prizes?? I can assure they are most definitely not to be used like bargaining chips at a gentleman's poker game." The words,rebuking but the tone lazy and interested.
"Be that as it may, that is the prize I claim." Feeling bold, daring. "Take it or leave it."

Work In Progress

This is something that has been kicking around in my head, so I thought i'd try to get it down and see how it looked. Don't expect miracles this is a first attmpt in writing something that resembles an actual story. Ironically I don't even know how it's going to end.


The limousine pulls to a stop to yet another club. One club starting to look a lot like the last, Georgina, GG for short, positively coos

" You will just love this place. The guys here are to die for!" How she manages to look perpetually excited about each new place, eludes me. GG's thinks the best and only remedy for a failed marriage is to go clubbing. Despite my protests of wanting to be left alone to heal, and having nothing of caliber to wear in such places, here we are at our fourth or fifth place of the evening. When I arrived on her immense, columned doorstep. She whisked me in and immediately set to making my life perfect again. Or at least her idea of perfect. First in order was to re-outfit my person from the inside out. Only the best in clothing will do. Brand names had my head spinning, trying to calculate the cost.

Now don't get me wrong, I am no stranger to Chanel, Givinchy or Prada, it's just now more than ever I have to watch where every single dollar of mine goes. To put it bluntly, I'm broke. Or more accurately my ex-husband and I are broke. Money squandered away on frivolous purchases through his now bankrupt company. But ironically, I am the only one without means, when he saw that the company was going belly up, he began romancing a rich, yet rather socially isolated debutante. Then when her hand was secured it was "sorry darling, we're broke, and I've met someone, I'm leaving" Just like that and he was gone. A quick trip to the solicitors confirmed what the deadbeat said. Everything we owned was mortgaged to the hilt and hence had to be sold. While he was serving me papers for divorce, from Reno I might add, I was trying to figure out how I was going to live.

Enter GG, we became fast friends after I was married. She part of His monied social circle. Now mentally refer to him as "The Jerk". She called immediately when she heard the news. Yes, of course the property had to be sold or divided. While I'm trying to get back on my feet again, what better idea was there than for me to stay with her. Not wanting to impose or reveal the dire straits I was in, I politely refused, but GG being GG wouldn't hear of it. She couriered the plane ticket overnight. There wasn't anywhere else for me to go, so I thought what the hell?? When I arrived she enveloped me in this big sympathetic hug, murmuring what a right knob The Jerk was being. Seeing my overnight bag, she blithely suggested we send for the rest of my things later. I didn't have the heart to tell her that this was all of my things. When everything was said and done I got out with almost literally the shirt on my back. After a whirlwind shopping trip of indeterminate sums. I sat looking out at the latest stop for the evening.

Stepping out of the limo in the latest black heeled, below the knee Prada boots, I smoothed my Versace mini skirt, paired expertly with a matching bustier and bolero jacket. Also black. Up the front of the bustier were red laces - loose at the top and tight at the bottom. Catching sight of myself I really did need to start picking out my own outfits. The look while trashy chic, just wasn't me. Shaking my head at my reflection I happen to notice the name of the club. The word Fates was in writing inside a triquatra. Each point having one of the three fates tools inside. The sheers, the wheel and the thread.

The outside simple in it's elegance is deceptive for the grandeur within.. The doors a mauve blue shade, with ornate handles. The entrance way was more of a grand receiving room complete with mosaic tiling on the floor. Pale marbled walls with shades of pink running through at various places. A glimpse beyond the entrance to where the club really was showed waitresses dressed in fashionable togas and the waiters in a similar style with a waisted covering and a sash diagonally across the chest and back fixed at the shoulder with some kind of ornamentation. A costumed lady took our coats and invited us to enjoy the nights festivities.

All a twitter GG practically dragged me through the doors leading to where the music was booming it's sensual rhythm. First things first, leave it to GG to zero in on the bar right away. Opting to stay put and just casually observe my surrounds she promised to be right back. Coming to lean on the railing I realised that there were more levels that the outside appearances hinted at. Below me there was the wall to wall packed dance floor. People of all shapes and colours moving almost in unison to the low bass type beat. Shaking my head at the virtual synchronicity of it I felt my hips swaying with the dancers below. Firmly stopping myself a toga clad girl approached me to hand me a drink. She said it was from the woman at the bar. Looking over I spot GG involved in a flirtation with a rather handsome guy, and know that I'm on my own, for a while anyway. Sipping the fruity concoction, I notice the murals scattered about the walls of the club. One was of a mother holding a new born babe, with the Three Fates above measuring the thread of life for the child. Another was of an old sickly man on his deathbed, while the Fates held the ever shrinking thread signifying the end of his life. As I looked up hoping to spot yet another example of how life is measured, I notice and man leaning on the upper balcony. What caught my attention was that even in the dimness of the club he wore sunglasses.

Thinking perhaps he may be blind, I watched as he caught the young buxom blonde's hand before it could land on his arm. The poor girl seemed to be doing everything in her power to get his attention, but aside from one word responses he ignored her. Thinking what a dumb ass, I could understand the girls interest. He was tall, slenderly built, which could be mistaken for weakness but there seemed to be strength throughout his body. Dressed in a long black duster with dark blue fitted jeans and a black shirt, it was his hair that was his crowning glory. From the front it fell in curls just below his shoulders, but the back had a length past his shoulder blades. The only relief from his darkness was the butterscotch highlights that still managed to lend him an air of mystery and danger. Even from a distance this man set my self preservation instincts in to hyper overload. Yet I stood there staring transfixed.

Until those shades pointed in my direction. Fear knifed down through my gut. Looking away taking a healthy sip of the fruity drink, I convinced myself that he couldn't possibly be looking at me. Seriously, there were a number of finer looking women much more likely to be his eye candy. With the dark glasses it was impossible to know exactly what he was looking at. Slyly I glanced over to where he'd been before. The spot now vacant, I felt a stab of disappointment. Shaking my head to shake it off, I reminded myself I have far bigger things to worry about than a hot looking man in black. That thought firmly entrenched, I spun around to locate GG. Coming face to face with the Dark One himself. My drink along with my jaw dropped. Lightning fast he catches my glass without spilling a drop. A lazy smile crosses his lips, as he hand my drink back to me.
"My apologises if I frightened you. Twas not my intent" His voice softer, more cultured than I would have imagined. Like velvety silk, or Baileys Irish Cream poured over ice. Trying to find my voice I managed to squeak out.
"Thanks, that would have made quite a mess."

Suddenly, I was wishing I could see his eyes. The eyes being the windows to the soul, I wanted to see what kind of person resided within. Smiling slightly, he reached up and set his sunglasses up above his forehead pulling some of his hair back in the process. The man was gorgeous. Not the pretty boy model type but a stunner none the less. Briefly I wondered why he'd hide his good looks behind the shades, then I noticed a scar running along the top of his right eyebrow ending around the bridge of his nose. The effect gave him a ruggedly handsome, yet mysterious appearance. But it was his eyes that drew me the most. Those warm liquid brown eyes that seemed to promise both pleasure and pain. The man positively exuded raw male sensuality. I was torn between common sense urging me to run the other way as far and as fast as I could. And the unsatisfied woman within wanting to indulge in a little fun.

As Luck or Fate would have it, the decision was made for me. GG came up behind me with a quizzical look on her face. Knowing that look I settled back into the scenery. It's not that GG deliberately tries to take a guy who may have sparked an interest in me it's just that when she's around everyone else seems to pale in comparison. So I watched dejectedly while GG did her thing. Or at least attempted to. Brushing by her he walked over to the table I sat down at.
"Perhaps it is no longer in vogue, but where I come from, when man assists a lady, he is usually rewarded with the courtesy of an introduction." I was flabbergasted, no one had ever blown GG off like that before, and I drew a total blank. Luckily GG saved me yet again, much to his chagrin.
"Sebastian, please allow me to introduce you to my very good friend Serenity Markus."
"Uh, Seren for short." I interjected quickly it saves on the questions. "Pleasure to meet you Mr.........?"
"Claren, Sebastian Claren. And the pleasure is all mine." He said taking my hand and pressing a kiss into the back of it. After he released my hand the area his lips had touched still tingled.
He cocked his head to one side, listening, then it shot up. He looking around searching for someone or something his eyes stopped. Spying something, a hard look crossed his features, turning them to stone. Looking back towards me his face softened somewhat. "It was lovely to make your acquaintance, but I fear I must depart for other somewhat urgent matters." With that he bowed, turned on heel and strode purposefully away. A gape, I watched his duster sway to and fro with each stride he took. Curiously the crowd seemed to part before him. Never once did he have to elbow or excuse his way through a knot of people. And as he disappeared I noticed the absence in the atmosphere. As thought it had departed with him. The club now felt like any of the other places we had visited that night.

I became aware of GG staring at me in a very bemused way. Feeling distinctly uncomfortable under her gaze I squirmed a bit in my seat.
"What??" I finally asked. Smiling, like the cat who ate the cream, she chuckled shaking her head.
"I have been to this club time and again since it opened. And not once has anyone seen that perfect example of male godliness leave his accustomed perch up on yon balcony, let alone voluntarily speak with one of the patrons." Thinking GG was having one over one me I turned my attention back to my drink. Glancing up I noticed people were subtly pointing or looking in my direction. Their faces full of enquiring questions. Looking back at GG, I raised my eyebrow in a silent "What the hell??" Before she could answer another costumed waitress brought over a set of drinks. Thinking GG had signalled for another round, I asked her to hold on a sec as I went for my wallet to pay. The girl shook her head smiling, saying they were compliments of the house. This was becoming a tad on the Twilight Zone side. Gorgeous M.I.B, manners to put a debutante to shame. I was used to good service, but not that good of service. The only thing that was missing was the voice over "....picture a time...."
"This is what I've been trying to tell you." GG said positively glowing with intrigue. "You now know more about the man than anybody else in the club ever has" I knew the mans name. Yippee!! Get Guiness. GG who performed my introduction, has conveniently forgotten that she too knew as much as I.
"I'm quite sure that's not true. Seriously, he probably thought he was behaving rudely by leaving so abruptly and sent the drinks by way of apology. I'm sure you heard how he spoke."
"Yes I did, it was practically out of an old Victorian classic!" GG giggled. Rolling my eyes, I continued.
"He appears to have a higher standard for morals and manners. I'm sure the mysterious enigma is part of his image. As is the speech and the mannerisms. I'd be willing to bet that under all that glamour is just a regular Joe just as broken and damaged as the rest of us"
Frowning at my rather cryptic assassination, GG queries.
"If that were true, Ms. Nancy Drew, then how do you explain the fact that in all the time the club has been open, not once has he taken any notice of a member of the opposite sex unless forced upon him?" This line of questioning had me remembering the buxom blond, desperately trying to get a bit of his attention.
"Club scene monotony. You said yourself how everyone starts to blur into the same type of crowd. I don't look like I fit. Morbid curiousity would be my guess."
GG's face shifting to concern and sympathy, she put her arms around me a gives a little squeeze.
"Aww sweetie, don't be like that. That man is a "Right Royal Bastard" for even making you think this way." That man being my now remarried, rich once again, ex, The Jerk. "Look at you, dressed to the nines, great figure, gorgeous hair even I would kill for. The only thing that doesn't fit, is in here." She said lightly tapping my head. "Nothing morbid about any curiousity about you darling." Ahh, gotta love GG, she sees the world as it should be, not how it really is. Feeling defunct and worn out, I just wanted to give up. But GG is one of those people who won't let you....even if it kills you in the process. Everyone needs a GG in their life, especially the times when they would absolutely hate her for it.