Well, what a change, Scott thought. The way was now clear for him to enter into a sexual er romantic relationship with Fi but he had the idea that she'd be applying a brake to slow him. Why would she want to do that? Well she'd indicated that she didn't wish to be considered a whore by being all over him too quickly and too lavishly.
Oh yummy, he thought, having seen the lush body many times, although clothed. Oh, he remembered there had been a glimpse of pussy... at his request and well beyond easy reach. Scott of course was expected more than sex from Fi. He expected from her a greater understanding about how women reacted to certain situations and how they thought and what they thought. All this could make him a better writer because he still was at a young age, lacking life's experiences and that gave older authors a big edge.
He looked at his bedside clock. It was 6:30, surely not too early to call?
"Hi, what are you doing?"
"Mopping the kitchen floor."
"That's not very romantic."
"Depends on how one thinks. Household jobs like this are what brought me from Texas to Australia."
"I haven't thought to ask before. "Are you liking it here?"
"Very much, particularly now I'm meeting people and you and I and cycling to see new areas of the city and soon we'll be traveling on a train with our bicycles to explore outer areas. I can't wait to see my first kangaroos in the wild. Have we plans for today?"
"That depends. Marlene and I are no longer a number and she may have slept with Jerry last night."
"Well she'd want to be comforted after being dumped."
"Marlene dumped me."
"Well she would twist it like that, wouldn't she? She's female."
"No she said she understood I was fucking my mother's housekeeper and she found that reprehensible so was finished with me."
Fi demanded, "How on earth could she come to that conclusion?"
"I have no idea."
"God, that makes me a whore and I haven't allowed you to touch me... well only a little."
"Does it really matter?"
"I suppose not and all this is possibly good material for your book or even a future one."
"I think so."
Fi sighed. "You'll be thinking when can we do it and where."
"Whatever gave you that idea? We can work together on scenes today. Tomorrow mom will be at the office. I can come over and chase you about the house, fucking you whenever I manage to catch you."
"Oh, who hasn't been thinking when we can do it and where?"
"Well Fi, I am an author and these thoughts just come to me."
She giggled and then became practical. "I do my cleaning on mornings and so you arrive for one o'clock lunch and I'll be in the mood for it, having been thinking about it all morning. It's been weeks since I had my last one. I want to be worked up, hungry for it, to avoid disappointing you."
"Well that's more like sex by appointment rather than a spontaneous collusion of two bodies in rising passion but so what? I understand first fucks are never the best although can be very exciting emotionally. I'll go to the gym and come for lunch at noon today because I haven't talked to mom about Saturday night."
"Oh neither have I, and it probably will be her first real date in years. We'll have some wine and get her talking about her thoughts on dating. She may have thoughts that interest you."
"I still can't get used to the thought of Charlie shafting her."
Fi laughed and said, "Can't you imagine Charlie and your mom having similar thoughts about you shafting me?"
"No, not really. Oh I see what you mean. You ought to be writing novels."
"I leave that to romantics, travel writers, celebrities, explorers and little old ladies who have a thousand things to say about cats. I have yet to experience romance."
Scott knew Fi wasn't saying she was a virgin but it was unlikely he'd be the one to lead her into personal romance. It just wasn't him. And yet he was attempting to write an action adventure romance novel. That was really scary thinking. Thank goodness Fi was holding his hand as he worked on attempting to bring life and coherence into the 'flat' first draft that his mother knew would bomb out but hadn't the heart to be that judgmental, at least to him. Yes he needed Fi's guidance and she wanted romance. It was up to him to make a real effort on both accounts. Perhaps if he paid attention and remembered another person was involved he could shine and be her boyfriend with a touch of romanticism.
Crap, what was happening to him? Scott scowled. He was beginning to think like a girl.
* * *
Scott had discussed High Noon at 1:00 on Friday with his mother and Gwen was delighted and said at last he had a female of the right caliber to be a fine girlfriend. He thought only if Fi was better at sex than Marlene and then smacked his hand for thinking like an oaf.
"I'm calling mum to ask if I should wear a tie."
"Fi has never seen you in a tie. Do you have one?"
"Only a black one for funerals and weddings."
"No then I suggest you go without a tie and wear a quick-release belt."
They laughed, his mom cackling like a hen.
Scott said, "Um the other thing, what gift should I bear?"
"God you greasy slimeball. Well a bottle of wine and flowers. Charge them to my account."
"And chocolates?"
"A young woman with a lithe body like Fi's ought to never go near chocolate."
"Um is that a yes or a no?"
"Oh that's a yes," and only then did Gwen acknowledge she'd been sucked in by her son's juvenile sense of humor. They laughed and she said she was glad she could still laugh and joke with her adult son.
"I really like you mom."
The bearer of gifts arrived precisely at 1:00, straightened his shirt in his pants after the short bike ride and was combing his hair using one of the glass panels in the front door when he looked through and saw Fi, hand over her mouth, giggling at him.