Old Bob
By Fiona69m2
Misha begins to find her place in the life of her elderly neighbour Bob.
Part 6
Misha left the shop with her multi-choices ticket. Although she was less worried than before about the total amount of the bet, she had spent too much and she knew it.
Bob's shopping list mainly consisted of whisky, bread and meat, but she did a full shop. She wanted to have a large option available if she were to look after him. She selected luxury items she was going to use to treat him good.
Picking him up some quality new slippers and a soft, expensive dressing gown. She bought two bottles of his aftershave; she assumed it was his favourite as it was the only one she had found during her cleaning duties.
Misha returned to Bob's home after stopping by the chemists' to get his prescription.
She parked in her own drive and struggled with the bags back over to Bob's door. She used the key for the first time and the running about was all worth it, for that alone.
She managed to get the bags into the kitchen in one trip.
She returned, unsurprised to find him, cute as ever, in the same position he'd been in when she left.
"Listen here, mister, I have bone to pick with you!" She stood in front of him all business-like.
He roused from his chair with more expression on his face than she had seen from him before.
"Yes, dear."
Oh, how that pet name for her pushed her buttons!
She pressed on, "I ran about all over town for you." Her hands were on her hips, elbows pointing away from her side.
In her hand he saw a slip. And in the other a small white paper bag, his medial prescription.
"Yes, and I appreciate it... my dear," he emphasized the last part.
She eased upon hearing it, her hip cocking to one side and her posture relaxing slightly as tension left her body.
"Well, I picked up this," she held out the bag, "and guess what?"
He said nothing.
"Well, I go and find out you've been telling me lies. Me, who has cooked and ironed for you."
He looked at the woman in front of him dressed in his late wife's Linda's clothes; they hung too big from her petite blonde frame.
"Did you think you could get away with it?" she accused.
She took a breath through the silence.
"Well did you, Bob?"
He remained silent.
"Well, did you? This is a big thing." She handed him the paper bag.
"You fibber," she gently chided. "Why didn't you tell me the truth?"
She sat in his lap again like before, her arms on his shoulders. She nodded to the bag. "The chemist..."
"Yeah?" He slightly relaxed.
"The chemist asks for address and date of birth. You told me you were sixty-six this year." She kissed him on the forehead.
"Oh right," he breathed on a massive sigh of relief.
"I go and find out you're seventy-two next week." She kissed him again, tenderly.
"Why didn't you tell me that?"
"I wanted to make myself more appealing to you, my dear." He regained his composure after his near heart attack. "Does it make a different to you?"
"No fucking way, babe!" She leaned down and kissed him on the mouth with open lips, her tongue licking his lips before her mouth closed, engulfing his own.
"But this means we have to organise a special night for your birthday..." reluctantly pulling her lips from his to speak.
" I don't want a big fuss."
She took a hold of his chin in her hand and looked into his eyes. "My man is having a special birthday when it comes."
She left the warmth of his lap and went to the kitchen, returning with her purchases.
She handed him the betting slip.
"Jeez, that's a lot of bets! I was only wanting a five-spot accumulator on," he said, scanning the slip.
"Well, I just got so confused in my pretty little blonde head and didn't know what to get. You can teach me when we're watching it together later." She teased a sultry bimbo pose.
She dropped to her knees and at his feet, she lifted his foot and removed the old slipper. Then she rolled off his once-white sock, she realised this was the first time she had seen his feet; she made a note she would need to trim his nails, soon.
