This chapter shares a scene with the ninth part of
my '
Georgia
' story.
Just a Quick Stop-Off
"Of course Mom - what's the problem!"
Dee couldn't help smiling - despite the situation. Young Davey was asserting his independence but he was doing it in a familiar whine, if a little more high-pitched than she was used to. With that small adjustment it could have been David protesting about something, anything. Davey was his father's son there was no doubt about that. She guessed that spending more time with his father - one cause of some of David's moaning to her - was having an effect. It wasn't the worst thing that could happen. Her husband was a decent enough man if a little lazy, a little privileged and a lot dull.
"You'll be OK - I can leave you for a few minutes?" She knew as she was saying it that she was being mischievous, teasing her son.
"Of course I will be - of course you can!" His lower lip stuck out in a pout - was it her imagination or was that just like his father too.
She couldn't resist it. "Are you sure?"
"Mom - I'm not a baby!" His little mouth was tight with frustration now. He was claiming the privileges of his growing age. Of course he could be trusted for a while on his own. He didn't need to be tied to his mom with metaphorical apron-strings any more.
Dee felt her heart beat a little faster. Young Davey wasn't the only one who was claiming his rights and privileges today. Her phone's beep had alerted her to his message.
"You by Douglas? Our usual place?"
She'd been about to pick up Davey - but Douglas was a very short detour.
"I have an errand to run on the way - OK Davey? I just need to collect something?"
Her son's fingers had already been flying on his own phone. A new game he and his friends had discovered - harmless enough and very good for keeping him occupied.
Fortunately they didn't have to go into Douglas itself - the power center was on their side of the city. She parked in the big lot outside of the now familiar store..
"Unless you'd like to come in with me?"
Davey flashed her a glance of half panic and half disgust. Trailing around the store as Mom picked clothes was not his idea of fun.
It wasn't exactly a high-fashion store but it was very good for picking up essentials at a very reasonable price. Retail might be struggling but there were plenty of people here. She didn't have too much time to waste and moved directly across the store towards the fitting rooms.
It didn't surprise her to see the usual security on duty. He smiled when he saw her. He took a step in her direction. "Like to try something on." It wasn't a question.
Oops! She'd been rather concentrating on her real reason to be here and had plum forgotten to pick out an item to try on! Frank on security was the husband of one or her friends from the club so he was very cool with this but it was only fair to give him plausible deniability just in case something did go wrong.
She smiled at him and raised her eyebrows. Then she picked out a top - nothing too amazing but nothing she wouldn't wear either. It didn't much matter anyway.
Frank nodded when he saw her return. "Number eight is free."
The fitting rooms were mainly small cubicles but number eight was different. Not only was it larger but it was separated from the others by a small storage space and it had a 'cleaning in progress' plastic sign positioned in front of it.
Dee walked round the sign without hesitation and opened the door of fitting room eight.
As soon as she closed the door behind her she felt his arms hold her and his mouth found hers for a long deep kiss. She looked into his deep brown eyes and knew that hers were twinkling with just as much mischief as his. She knew they had both been looking forward to this moment from the instant of waking that morning. Longer than that. Since she had checked the calendar and isolated these five days.
"Damn you looking good baby." Bill's compliment was almost purred out in his deliciously deep voice. "Wish we had more time today."
"I know," Dee responded almost apologetically, "but tomorrow I can get away properly."
She felt the tickle of his moustache as he kissed her again. She wanted the same as him. She didn't want to rush. She wanted to be able to take her time and luxuriate in being with this man. She ran her hand through his hair - greying and cut short.
"You here on your own?" His voice was deep and low. Almost breathed into her ear. These booths weren't sound-proofed.
She shook her head and replied. "No my boy Davey is out the front."