Disasters strike.
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We spent every night fucking, then sleeping, then sometimes fucking again first thing in the morning before I went to work. I left her almost tearful on Friday morning, packing all my clothes in the car. I promised faithfully to be back the next Monday. I had my mother to see, and I needed to press on with the prototype.
Monday afternoon she e-mailed; her father had only overnighted on Saturday, leaving to return to the city in the evening. She got naughty about how much and what she specially missed, I had to quickly delete it from the screen.
She had a meal ready for me when I arrived, steak, french fries, onion gravy and mushrooms. We took it out into the garden to eat it. The spring sunshine felt warm on my back. She chatted about who was doing what among her facebook friends.
She lay on the grass after the meal. I went and lay next to her, side on, one hand supporting my head.
"Isn't the sky blue today?"
I looked up. It ranged from a deep blue in the east to a turquoise near the dipping sun.
"How's the sex toy coming along?" she asked, giggling at her own pun.
"It's great actually; I've programmed the EPROM, found room to fit it. I've got parts on order that should be here by midweek. It won't be long till it's finished." I thought of it back in my workshop, innards bare and wires all over.
"Can you build one for my friend, Babs; she's that Facebook friend of mine?"
"Saffs, I asked you to keep it secret," I complained.
"I know, but it's just Babs, I talk to her about everything. We've even told each other our fantasies."
'Her fantasies' my train of thought nearly jumped the tracks; I put the thought away for later.
"Saff, you know that my boss would throw a fit if he found out about it," I said. "Besides, I've been thinking that this thing has potential. I mean it's a whole new concept, programmable fucks."
My mind spun off for a second, imagining the programmers lying back, input pad in hand, while the machine fucked them.
"Well Babs could test one," she pleaded.
The idea hit me then, my trust fund, tens of millions not including the properties, how much would it cost to buy my firm out. We were quite small, twelve in the office and maybe fifty on the floor. It shouldn't be that much.
There was a moment of self-doubt. It would be a huge undertaking, but no, the idea offered too many benefits. It was that good. Tomorrow I would do two things, well one really, visit my lawyers. Well Gran's lawyers, but they were in charge of the trust fund till I was twenty five. The other reason was to start a patent application. This was why I had to buy the firm, because my contract gave them first claim on anything I invented.
"... and I trust her."
"Huh?" I queried, Saffy had been talking through my lost moments; I'd lost track of the conversation.
"Oh you're hopeless when you tune out like that, thinking up your inventions. I give up, but don't think you've escaped."
I understood what she said, but now my future was at the forefront, up there in importance alongside my developing relationship with Saffy.
With her father staying in the city during the week again, we were enjoying the long week in bed. I was thinking perhaps, if things went well by this weekend, of asking her to live with me. I know there'd be lots of things to sort out, especially her father. I still remember his warning and last week's episode.
She'll undoubtedly want me to move in here, but I'm beginning to doubt that she has real full blown agoraphobia. We've stood at her window looking out and been out in the back garden, not a small place either. I should spruce my place up and get her to visit there. Would she trust a blindfold?
She almost slithered up onto my chest, leaning in for a long languorous kiss.
"What are you thinking of my brainy bod?" She let her hair brush lightly over my face. She earned my attention.
"The future," it was honest but evasive.
"What? Our future?"
"Kind of, I was thinking of you visiting my house."
"Your house, but-."
"Yes I know, but if you wore a veil, something you could just see through, and if we went over after dark, straight into the car here and out at my front door, you would be safely transported by your protector, me. I'll have to tidy things up a bit, so how about next weekend? Trust me, it'll be worth it."
I could see her consider it.
"Come on, you'll be safe, trust me."
"Can I think about it?" she asked
"Yes of course. Your 'no' would just mean taking things slower that's all."
Her hand slipped down and covered my penis.
"Can I have a slow fuck for now, from you this time? You're better than that machine."
"Not for long, Saffy dear, that machine's going places."
She laughed.
"You've got a dirty mind, my Saffron; all your places are mine this evening."
We retreated back indoors, leaving the plates in the sink. She was pulling me upstairs to the bedroom before I had time to think. We were in bed, kissing and playing in the build up to sex when there was a knock. I ducked my head under, like an ostrich.
"Saffron?" It was her father.
"Come in."
"I want a word with you, and your boyfriend." His voice was serious. "I don't want you doing that thing here in the house. Your mother wouldn't approve."
I pulled the covers down and sat up, feeling a bit sheepish as he glowered at me.
"Daddy, oh, don't be mean."
"If you want to do that thing with him then go and live with him."
"Dadd-."
He cut her off. "I mean it; I don't want him in this house again."
He turned and left, closing the door none too gently.
I had somehow expected something like this. He must have put in a lot of miles for that short rant, swooping in to catch us 'In flagrante delicto'. "It meant Anna had been spying on our intimate moments and reporting them to him."
She was crying next to me. I put my arms around her, with her head on my shoulder.
"You'll have to come to my house now," I declared.
"I can't," she pleaded. "I can't go outside! The doctor said I was too frightened by the outside world."
I wiped the tears from her cheeks and eyes, smudging her no doubt waterproof mascara.
"Please, after dark, you can keep your eyes shut and I'll hold your hand all the way."
She looked at me. "Can I, Frank? Will you promise to bring me home if I get too scared?"
"Saffy darling, I'll do whatever to keep you happy."
She was still looking at me.
"Please my love, let's be gone before he comes back and finds us again."
She was considering it, going outside. I could see the hesitance but she was leaning my way.
"Saffs honey, trust me it'll be alright." There was encouragement in my voice.
She smiled at me, her mind made up. "Help me pack then."
She had no suitcases so we bundled what she wanted into some spare sheets and tied them up. Lord knows where they're going to live in my house; the bedroom was a mess of scattered clothes, many that should have been washed by now.
She raided the fridge before we left, carrying the loot in a pillowcase. The bundles of clothes just went in to the back seats and her loot into the boot.
She put her hand on mine on the gearstick. "I'm ready."
I drove slowly out of the driveway, into the gloom of twilight, dark blue/black to the east, with the palest touch of blue just lining the western horizon. I wrapped her hand around the stick shift and closed my hand on top. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and we were off, both of us driving without seatbelts.
I drove slowly and steady the quarter mile or so to my house. I drove up as close to the door as I could. As she started to get out I stopped her, holding her hand under mine.
"You'll need this," I said, proffering the key. I had a touch pad entry but I still kept a key on my ring, redundant usually except in case of a blackout.
Saffy scuttled inside to wait in the hall, leaving the door open for me to bring her clothes in. I brought the first bundle and gave it to her.
"Into your lounge is my bedroom," I hurriedly told her.
She looked at me, her head moving slightly off tilt. Then turned and carried the load off.
I came in with the second to an empty hall; she was still in the bedroom surveying the place. There wasn't a flat surface clean. Clothes, books, and papers covered the tables and chairs. Even the bed had yesterday's dirty clothes from showering draped over the foot board.
She heard me as I dropped the load down. "Oh, I've got a lot of work to come - sorting you and this out.
I smiled at her. "Let me get the food in from the car."
She was right. My life was on a path of irrevocable change; the slow plodding life of a drone was over. I'd enjoyed it while it lasted.
I didn't eat many meals at home. I went to restaurants occasionally, but more often I'd grab a pie and chips to eat in front of my computer. I was in the top one hundred at Newsvined, mostly for comments, but I seeded more than my fair share of science stories and reports.
She had piled all the clothes in one corner, and all the books and papers were heaped onto the table. 'God help me when she goes next door,' I thought, 'into a front room that'd become my workshop. That was not for the squeamish'.
She got things sorted out, using one of the spare rooms upstairs to store her stuff, because it was nearer the bathroom. The kitchen was at least clean and functioning. She put the milk and stuff into the erstwhile empty fridge, and then brought out some 'TV dinners' for the evening meal.
We made love and slept that night, me feeling secure and protective, with my hand on a breast and her tight little ass nestled into my crotch. In the morning she was hungry for love again, seizing and sucking my morning erection as a means of awakening me.
I responded, pulling her leg across me and latching on to her hanging lips, sucking and licking them. I knew this was a favourite way of starting when we sixty-nined. I'd done it enough to know.
