Roger had spent the whole morning helping Georgina tidy up Richard's things they found little of his. They ploughed through the material detritus of two vibrant but criminally shortened lives.
"He obviously kept his stuff at the airfield. I'll deliver this stuff to his Commanding Officer so he can forward it to his family with his other possessions. What are you going to do with Fiona's?"
"She was estranged from her family. I was her closest friend. I'll donate it all to charity except her full skirts, there is so much material in them I could make a couple of pencil skirts and even a blouse."
"Beautiful and capable?" he said with a smile.
"Only one of those, my governess in China was a seamstress she taught me a lot."
He took her hand, "Clearly beauty is in the eye of the beholder then."
"You've already had an invitation to titillate my body, there is no need to blather like a bubbly-jock."
"I never talk rubbish, particularly about you. Is the invitation still open?"
She looked at him frankly, "I would truly like to enjoy the pleasure outlined in your story but would it be the rake throwing crumbs to the poor sexually impoverished waif-"
Roger interrupted, "Georgina, do NOT underestimate yourself. Choosing to offer your true love an unsullied body does not imply impoverishment just restraint."
"Roger, your words are so polished they hardly adhere before they drip to the floor. Please stop or we'll end up tripping over them."
"OK, just one more slippery sentence. You are the most attractive women I have ever met. You are right you are not stunningly beautiful but your prettiness beguiles me. You are not sexually active, yet I desire you like no other. I will not allow someone who enjoys my high esteem to belittle herself."
She was flushed by his hungry gaze and flustered by the sincerity of his comment. This was too much for her to handle she resorted to humor, the standard way of avoiding embarrassment.
"That was three sentences, you poor thing, you sound smitten."
He kissed the back of her hand, "It appears so."
She was surprised to find herself in his arms, and even more surprised that she had thrown herself in them. He held her while she dampened his shirt again. She pushed herself back, too soon, she could have stayed there for ever but the contact raised feeling she couldn't handle.
He brushed a tear from her cheek, "We need to find you a plumber, you always seem to be leaking."
Her mind went to other bodily secretions she blushed. His smile indicated his mind had traveled a similar path.
"In answer to your previous question, the invitation is still open."
"Georgina, I can't. In your retelling of Richard's story you said he should not bring filth to your bed. Until I finish this assignment that is exactly what I would do. That is unacceptable for you and abhorrent for me. Had I met you a few weeks earlier, I would not be in this position but I must honor my commitments."
"Do you really feel that way about me?"
"Absolutely!"
"Me too."
She was in his arms again but this time she was the innocent party. He put her head on his other shoulder. When the tension of their embrace demanded more they pushed apart.
"Now I am symmetrically moist."
They laughed, he grabbed her hand again. His stare allowed her to understand what ardent meant she had never seen so much longing in a look.
"Georgina, despite what I may be doing for this assignment, may I court you formally... Please."
Still holding his hand, she courtesied, "Why Sir, I have come over all faint with your rash proposal. You will need to make a formal proposal listing your prospects. If I am to spurn your opposition I need to ensure I am kept in a manner in which I have become accustomed."
"Well, I am-"
He was interrupted by a kiss.
Reluctantly releasing his lips she said, "Roger, humor is waisted on some people. I would be delighted to be formally courted."
"... and the assignment?"
"Make sure you hone your skills, I will need the most capable, edacious, esurient of lovers, for with you I suspect I will be insatiable. Just give them no more than your flattery and your fluids. Everything else you keep for me."
"So your invitation is officially off the table, can I kiss you?"
She stepped in and tasted his lips.
"No," she managed.
Before the kiss moved from a just touching of lips to a passionate exchange.
—<~>—
Roger had completed all his tasks and despite a desire to be in Georgina's company, he pushed himself out on the streets. He didn't know anyone else with Lola's rapacious appetites so he would have to recruit some professionals.
He was planning a high class escort service. He would need girls who were stunning, well spoken, with gentle dispositions and versed in etiquette. On top of all this they would need to actually enjoy sex.
Roger saw an attractive girl, who met the physical side of the brief.
"Good evening."
"Ev'nin guv, you wanna play wiv me tits?" she said, thrusting her adequate bosom forward.
"No thank you, but best of luck for the evening."
This conversation or facsimiles of it were repeated all evening. Roger became discouraged and headed home. Out of Soho's bright lights near to his home, he stumbled over a girl in an alcove.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"I'm sorry," her speech was slurred.
He assumed she was drunk and new to the game, hidden from the bright lights she was unclaimed by any pimp.
"Is your place is warm?" she mumbled.
The strange question caused him to focus fully on the girl. She was dirty, her clothes were poor and ripped and totally inappropriate for the weather, she must have been freezing. He offered her his hand, hers felt like a block of ice. She relied heavily on his help to rise and groaned as if in pain. He couldn't leave her on the street, and the Metropolitan Police was paying.
She was disoriented and seemed unable to walk so he pulled her into to his arms and carried her like an infant. She was vibrating like a motor with a faulty bearing her shivering was so intense.
By the time he got her home she was even less coherent than before. It was the fact that her shivering had stopped, that prompted Roger to suspect she was suffering from hypothermia.
He thought of a bath but remembered that her body had closed off the cold blood retuning from her appendages in an attempt to maintain her core temperature. External heat would only open the capillary restrictions flooding her core with cold blood which would kill her. He did the only thing he knew. He stripped her clothing although with its poor condition he would have been better ripping it off. She stood naked, she was painfully thin and bruised.
He picked her up and carried her to his bed, he stripped himself and wrapped them together in a warm cocoon of blankets. He held her close to share his heat, she clung to him like a magnet her cold hands seeking warmth where ever it could be found.
He was woken many hours later by a harsh cough. She made him so cold he was puzzled that he had managed to sleep.
She looked at him in amazement as she was was trying to understand why she was there.
"You had hypothermia, you would have died tonight."
"That was the intention, maybe I'll manage it tomorrow."
She was still frozen, maybe now was the time for a bath.
He wriggled out of the blankets. Chasing the heat, she rolled over onto his side and shut her eyes and was asleep as if someone had flicked a switch.
Roger returned fifteen minutes later and extracted her from the jumble of blankets. Not fully awake she cuddled him like a child, as he carried her into the steamy bathroom and immersed her slowly into a warm bath. Her eyes flew open when her buttocks touched the water.
"Why are you touching me?"
Her diction, now clear of the effects of hypothermia, was polished. His act of charity may well turn out to be serendipitous.
"Just lay back and I'll wash you."
Roger just wanted an excuse to look at her body, it was badly bruised, he needed to determine if she needed any medical attention.
"Hair first."
He helped her dip her head back into the water, he foamed her hair and lathered her scalp, her moans of pleasure were quite erotic. He was able to discern contusions and bruising beneath her hair and at least two big knots. When he had finished he dunked her head again and washed off all the soap.
"Where next?" he asked.
She looked at him suspiciously but offered her nearest foot. He lathered his hands and worked on the grime on the base of her foot and between her toes. She seemed to resist his movement forcing his touch to be harder. He was about to dunk her foot.
"Don't stop, harder," she croaked.
Realizing the issue, he dunked her foot, to a groan of disappointment. He then pulled it from the water and sucked her toes. Her hand flew to her genitals and she stroked herself groaning with pleasure.
"Can I?" he asked.
"She took his hand and guided it so he could achieve the touch she needed. She focused his attention on her clitoris he followed her motion circling her hard nub with his finger. He seemed to get more reaction from running his finger up and down her sole while still sucking her toes.
He used his thumb on her clit with much firmer pressure and sucked her toe hard. Her orgasm echoed through her whole body, her face twitched her abdominal muscles undulated. She pushed his thumb into her and then tried to break it with her pelvic contractions. He continued to lightly graze her clit as her orgasm subsided.
She looked at him as if waiting for something else to happen, he waited with her. Finally she nodded as if she had resolved something, she said simply, "Thank you."
