This is part 2 reading part 1 first is recommended. I have fleshed this out a bit more, but this is quite short compared to part 3.
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Sarah was in the bathroom doing her morning routine of toilet then shower. She looked in the mirror, she applied her makeup, she smiled as she noticed a lack of wrinkles, her skin was good.
She thought of how much Mike looked like his father Alan. When she was a teenager, Alan was the one man Sarah wanted, but her friend Karen got there first, her friend, Michael's mother.
Mike was a lot younger than her, but he was mature beyond his years, she still didn't know if it would last or be a quick fling, let's just see where it goes.
She enjoyed the attention, and as long as she did not lose a friend she would be OK. To Sarah, this was her biggest worry, Mike was a good friend, one of her best, she always looked forwards to his visits. She would hate to lose him as a friend, but then perhaps by starting their relationship as friends, maybe they would last.
Mike was in the bedroom looking around, he looked over her dressing table, examining her makeup and accessories, Sarah came back in wrapped in a towel. "Having fun exploring?"
"What, oh just having a look." as he returned to planet earth.
She sat down next to him and started explaining what was what. Most was obvious like the makeup.
Mike commented "I don't think I have never seen you not wearing your bangles and necklace?"
"I just don't bother to take them off, nothing more than that."
"Do they mean anything?"
"Not really I have collected the bangles since I had one as a present when I was about fifteen, the necklace was my 18th birthday present from my parents."
She opened a drawer and pulled out a box.
"The bits I don't wear normally are here. Just a few rings and stuff."
"Your fingers are slender and delicate" Mike said as he took her hand.
"Yes, I have to go for the slightly smaller ring sizes," and reeled off a finger size.
"Why do you know that?"
"Just a good memory, and dealing with buying a ring mail order and found it didn't fit, it had to go a couple of sizes smaller."
"Makes sense."
"Anyway I've finished in the bathroom."
Mike whizzes to the bathroom. He toilets, showers, cleans his teeth, and shaves, then joins Sarah back in the bedroom.
He thinks back to their previous night and the wonderful wakeup he had. As he had finished school and would be starting further education, this was his last ever long holiday without responsibilities.
He had been doing various part time jobs to save money, he mowed lawns for a few people, he did the odd evening shift at the local shop, from about 6pm to 8pm, but most of the time was his own.
Sarah had just finished a children's book and had started researching the next one, this was going to be historical fiction, so currently it was reading, looking at the internet, and working out a plot. This left her a lot of free time as well.
They were still a bit worn out from their previous nights exertions.
"I have some things I need to do this morning, I will be a few hours but will be back for dinner." Said Sarah.
"Where are you going?" he enquired.
"Just general boring stuff, I'll get you a key when we get downstairs, you know the alarm code."
She then checked her wardrobe, and grabbed some clothes, putting them on the bed, while murmuring to herself. She then went to her chest of drawers, looked through them, pulled all the contents of the bottom one into the middle one, she then grabbed the bag Mike brought over last night and tipped all the underwear into the drawer. She then grinned at Mike and said "one job done."
She got dressed in a linen skirt and T shirt, Mike got dressed in jeans and T shirt and they both went downstairs.
"We are a bit late. so will cereal do?"
"Yes, and a mug of tea please."
Sarah grabs a box of Shredded Wheat and puts it on the table, the kettle is boiling and before long Mike is eating his Shredded Wheat with a nice mug of tea.
"I have to go, see you about twelve," she said kissing him, "love you."
"Love you," he replied. She handed him a key, then vanishes out of the door.
Mike finishes up, washes the dishes then heads back to his parent's house. He waters and checks over the garden, picks some ripe tomatoes and puts them in his car. He loads up some more clothes, his computer, all of his art and photography kit, he leaves his hi-fi until he sorts it with Sarah, she has some mid range kit, Mike had acquired some decent kit off people upgrading, also he left his console and TV.
It is now about 11 o'clock in the morning, and he drove back to Sarah's, there is enough room on her drive for two cars so he parks near the garage, an old wooden structure never used for car parking, and starts to unload.
He puts his clothes into the bedroom, underwear in the drawer, other clothes still in carrier bags, the computer he moves into the study but leaves piled up. He is just bringing in the last few items when Sarah drives up. She jumps out of the car and gives him a big hug.
"I missed you!"
"And you, did you sort everything?"
