pondered.
“Exactly; we’ll talk to them tonight about it.”
An hour later we were talking to Tut and watching him courtesy of the Internet and my genius husband. Tut could also see us. We sweet talked him; I told him that the next time we came to London; he’d have to come with us because we missed him too much. Charlie whistled and screeched to him.
There was no mention of Cleo because I’d never heard Tut say her name and I needed to be with him in person before I brought her up to him. The research was all part of my effort to find him a favorable mate and companion.
Charlie wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck.
“You got time for me before we get all gussied up?”
His kiss, soft and inviting, had me wanting more.
“You come first with me Lover, now and always.”
To make my stand clear I turned in his arms and helped to bring our bodies closer.
Charlie took control to further an intense and memorable event that pleasured us both and managed to ease our internal itch and need of each other. Before it was over we were crying out and clinging to each other, breathing deeply, and wondering what just happened and could we make it happen again?
Charlie, looking at his watch, said, “Christ woman, we got to hustle.”
We didn’t have time to play in the shower and that seemed unkind and unfair to me. We rushed through everything even putting on our clothes. Stuffing my breasts into a new bra was frustrating at best and I sometimes cursed my large boobs for getting in the way.
“Come on you stupid big boobs.”
I moaned and allowed my irritation to show.
Charlie came up from behind me, wrapped his arms around me and spread his large hands over each of my breasts in a protective move.
“Don’t speak harshly to my girls.” He said as he kissed my neck.
“Oh God Charlie.” I moaned.
“I want to just get back into bed and make love until we can’t walk.”
Looking in the mirror at my frustrated face I wondered how I could be frustrated when Charlie had his hands on me like that.
“Lover, we have to start planning a real honeymoon; a good block of time to concentrate on only each other; at least two weeks. Think about where we could go – a place where we wouldn’t be interrupted – we need total privacy. I want you all to myself Lover. Do I want more than I can have?”
“Ok, let’s think on it; we’ll talk tonight.”
Still holding my breasts, he squeezed me and added, “Remember be kind to my girls.”
He whispered, “I love you, Woman,” and kissed my neck.
We looked at each other and simultaneously said, “Shit, shit, shit,” and then laughed as we scurried around getting dressed as fast as we could.
We arrived at ‘The Bash’ at just the right time. Folks were milling around and introducing themselves to those they didn’t already know. I met a rather interesting couple named Roscoe and Trudy who were friends of Sam. I’d met Roscoe before because he commissioned a signature suit from me after having seen the two that I created for Sam. Roscoe was wearing said ‘signature suit’ that I’d designed for him. It was pretty basic but had great lines and looked really good on his stocky body. Trudy was wearing one of my designs. She looked at my dress and asked me if it was a knock off of a last season ‘Luis Vuitton’.
“No, we don’t do knock offs but if you are interested in last season’s line, I can show you some of the gowns that are my favorite and are still available. I see that you’re wearing a gown from our spring line; no one could wear it better. It could have been made for you; you wear it so well.”
I flattered her in hopes of softening her demeanor and helping her to relax into a good time. People who carry their noses in the air are usually just trying to feel better about themselves anyway. Even though I flattered her, she really did look great in that dress.
The place was lush with beautiful clothes and beautiful people. We mingled and spent a little time catching up before we finally hooked up with Michael and Lu. They looked so bright and clean that I found myself looking for the inner light that they had hidden somewhere. Later I found out that they’d spent the afternoon connecting on a current in the universe, joining their spirits and soles in that complete and satisfying union. No wonder they were glowing.
The comfort that Michael and Lu carried with them spread to included Charlie and me. We sat in one of the elevated circular booths in the dining/show room and sipped on drinks and talked. We needed more privacy to say much but we could lay down our concerns and add them to the agenda of our next meeting and travel adventure; that’s exactly what we did.
We all needed to talk about the buzzing in our ears, and soon. Michael wanted to talk about the intensity of the physical after spiritual travel and Lu seconded that. I wanted to talk about a time line for ‘red travel’. The conversation stopped for a bit.
“That’s enough for now.” Lu said with a toss of her pretty blond curls.
She took Michael’s hand and led him to the large dance floor that was just a few steps down on a separate elevation. We watched as they glided across the floor a beautiful couple owning that waltz and having fun. I knew what that felt like because that’s the way Michael and I danced together, inventive and smooth.
“May I have this dance?”
Charlie extended his hand to me.
The way Charlie and I danced proved to me all over again that we were connected in some cosmic way. Charlie and I blended together as a team, each knowing the other and willingly doing the bidding of the other. We laughed like we were having a catch and spun around the room. We stayed on the dance floor for the next several numbers. Charlie loved the waltzes and got more and more inventive at each dance.
Back at the circular booth with Michael and Lu, we all laughed at Michael’s jokes about taking our act on the road. We had several tables applaud as we returned to our booth.
We’d just ordered our meals and received our drinks when the lights dimmed and the music softened. Charlie gently stroked the skin on my arm as the atmosphere was manipulated and changed. I recognized his work and raised my eyes to see him lower his head to kiss me. Nice!
Wyatt was standing on a raised podium that had been placed in the middle of the dance floor/stage under a soft spotlight; he began his short talk.
“Welcome to our party and thank you all for coming. It is my wish that all of you have a genuinely lovely time tonight. Normally I would be the one to give you the numbers that indicate our successes but we have a lovely treat for you tonight in that our leader, Helen, is here and has agreed to say a few words about those numbers and the goals for the following fiscal.”
Wyatt paused for only a second and looked at me, then began again.
“As it turns out, Helen was the wise choice of Mr. Miles K. Henley. He saw in her a person of integrity and honor. He told me
