April 2010 - Toronto, Ontario - Canada
The black, Cadillac limousine pulled up outside the CN Tower and the uniformed driver came around to let the young couple out. The tall, dark haired man smiled, as he thanked the driver, then took the hand of the pretty, strawberry blonde, haired woman beside him and walked towards the towering spire.
Once the tallest structure in the world, it still held a great attraction to locals and visitors alike. The spring breeze off the lake wafted Deb's light dress about her legs, threatening to lift it up and expose them, so Tom blew hard in hopes it would happen. Deb laughed and mockingly chided him for being so naughty, as they approached the tower entrance. They joined others waiting to go up and rode the outside, glass elevator car higher and higher, watching the ground fall away beneath them.
Tom put his hand around Deb's waist and held her closer to him, as she looked up and smiled at him, then gently leaned her head over enough to rest it on his shoulder. The scenery of the view held the passengers in awe, as it rose over eleven hundred feet to the observation deck, so Tom slowly let his hand fall, until it was resting squarely over the firm, roundness of Deb's ass cheek and gently squeezed it. Deb put her hand over his to move it and looked up at him with a look of surprise. Before she could decide, his lips met hers and he kissed her softly, making her take her hand away and place it softly on his cheek instead.
When the car stopped, they disembarked and walked around the windows that looked out in every direction. They stood facing north-west and searched through the viewer, for where they lived and made out familiar landmarks close to where their own apartment buildings were. They scanned the distant horizon and saw the sprawl of suburban growth, then the airport, Lester B. Pearson International, where their journey to Scotland and an unknown past would soon begin. Once the time ran out on the viewer, Tom led her over to the glass observation floor, but it was too scary a prospect for Debra to stand on, so Tom boldly stepped on and did a little soft-shoe dance to show it was safe and then got off, laughing at Deb's fears it would break and he would plummet more than a thousand feet to his death.
Thomas William MacLeod, was now a twenty six year old business executive, working with his late father's company as their Marketing VP and after telling his immediate boss and family friend, Bobby Pollock, about his plans to get engaged, he was given the use of the company limo for the night and dinner on Bobby's expense account.
As he stood with Debra Ann McRae, just a year younger than himself, his girlfriend of three years and neighbourhood friend since he was nine, when he had moved from Scotland to Toronto, he realized the happiness he had been looking for with other women, had been with Deb from the beginning. They had dated other people all through school and after, but ended up realizing how much more than a friendship they shared together. Deb was never in want of a date, as she had the looks and body to pose for men's magazines, but knew it was only her physical assests that attracted most men to her.
She had succeeded in convincing her employer, luckily being a woman in charge of hiring, that she had talent and brains to go with the rest of the package and was now regional manager for a large department store chain, with an eye to going further up the ladder soon. It was at her celebration party for her promotion, that Tom ran into her and ended up joining the party at the club. After dancing a few dances together and then sharing a slow intimate one, Tom looked into Deb's eyes and knew there was more than just a love of friends between them. He knew in his heart he loved her more than a friend and without another pause, leaned forward and kissed her lips for the first time.
He enjoyed many kisses since and happiness has ruled their lives since. Tom's mother had said long ago they'd be good together and Deb's parents agreed. Living several doors down from each other, Tom and Deb's parents were friends since they arrived, celebrating many occassions and events together and were devastated when Tom's father, Hugh, was killed in an accident by a drunk driver who had ran a red light and drove into the driver side door at over sixty miles an hour.
It bothered everyone how the guilty should live and the innocent should die, but the driver suffered only minor injuries and spent fifteen years of his life behind bars, then prohibited from ever driving again in Ontario. He remembered how they had drifted apart after that, but always remained friends, just not as close as before. Deb's parents, Jim and Vera, remained close with his mother, Margeret, continuing the traditions they had established and inviting her along on vacations as well.
Without realizing it, he pulled her closer to him and she snuggled in to him in response. As they looked at the panorama surrounding them, Tom couldn't help but notice the Toronto Blue Jays playing against the Chicago White Sox in the Skydome/Roger's Centre at the foot of the tower. The roof was open and the teams could be seen playing the home opening game of the season. The stands were filled and the popping of camera flashes brought a twinkling to the scene. Tom secretly wished they were doing this some other day, so he could be down there like he wished he could be.
He watched a few plays and enjoyed the chance at seeing two runs come in for the Jays, before Deb had to let him know their reservation time was coming up. Reluctantly he left his Jays at bat and they rode the elevator up another level. They exited into the entrance of The 360, the revolving restaurant that overlooked a magnificent panorama of the city and lake, just as the sun was starting to set.
Tom announced to the maitre d' who he was and was quickly ushered to a window seat for two. Tom shook his hand after sitting Debra, leaving a folded fifty dollar bill in it discreetly, for the service he requested for his special night.
In moments, their waiter appeared and laid their napkins over their laps, as he filled their glasses with water. He told them politely he would be right back and hurried off to the service area. The door had barely closed and he was back through with a silver icebucket and stand, along with a botlle of Krystal chilling in it. He proficiently unwrapped the seal and twisted the cork out with a gentle pop, before he filled two champaigne flutes and snugged the bottle back into the ice again.
After the waiter left, Tom picked up his glass and raised it to Debra, then she picked her glass up and held it to his, waiting for his toast. She was smiling happily at him for the treatment and the service being shown to them so far and he smiled happily back to her, knowing it would be a happier smile shortly.
"A toast to my beautiful Debra. It's been three of the best years of my life. I can only say this, I wish I had of asked you out long ago."
"Oh, Tom, thank you, me too, three of the best. I wish we had of gone out earlier too, but it doesn't matter now. What matters is that we're together and I've never been happier." she told him in her soft voice, filled with joy bursting to spill out, her eyes sparkling in the soft light.
They touched glasses, making a small, clinking sound, before they sipped the bubbly in toast, their eyes locked to each others.
"Babe, you know we're going to Scotland next month to my clan reunion, right?" to which
Deb smiled and nodded her head.
The look of anxious expectation was written across her face, as she waited for him to finish. She saw the deep look of love in his eyes and knew he was going to say something romantic
"It would be my honour if you went with me, as my fiancee" Tom said, as he reached into his pocket and took out a small, dark blue, velvet box and held it open to Deb.
He moved to the window side of the table, so he could genuflect on his knee discreetly and presented it to her. The sparkling diamond and setting caught her eyes and tears began to well in them, as Tom took the ring from the box and held Debra's left hand in his. As he held it to her ring finger, he looked into her eyes, as she looked into his, emotion spilling from them both.
