I loved the freedom of being naked when I was alone. In that apartment I could do anything I wanted because it was my world within a world, left to my own devices. I could play endlessly with my own imagination and create anything I wanted.
Looking out across the city from my tower-block home was exhilarating. I was hundreds of metres in the air and it was almost like flying, watching the sun sets in the west at dusk and looking down at the other buildings which only came half-way to the height of the one my apartment was housed. I was lucky to get it, thanks to my ex lover, Cornelius. And, now I had full control of my financial status I was even happier with my life.
I leaned on the long windowsill for at least an hour, watching until the sky grew darker and the city lights came on to their full evening glory. The lives of others, independent of mine, busily went about their business below me. It was quiet. I put my fingertips on the double glazing feeling its coldness and realising how it protected me from the weather outside, although the weather was mild, the end of another sunny day on the edge of the dry arid desert to which our city lay. My mind drifted back to those last few days and the memories of Cornelius, who finally parted my life as well as his own. A tear began to slide slowly down my face as I was thinking of him.
We often stood together, both of us naked, looking out at the city lights. The rat race of struggles of those down there who found life just that little bit harder. Something I knew Cornelius was involved in one way or other. Although he was to me a kind person, he was also desperately cruel to many down there. In a way, he rescued me from that kind of life that made him rich. Love is so strange at times and the human frailties that love as an emotion can bring.
Yes, I was lucky to be where I am, away from those desperate struggles down there. My tear ran into my lips, as I tasted it. Those memories of my past and poor Cornelius were making me feel both happy and sad as I stared out across the city. I stretched my arms out and pushed my breasts against the glass, allowing the left side of my face to feel the coldness. I was not sure whether to laugh or cry. Instead I remained silent, just closing my eyes and feeling as I stretched out my fingers as far as I could, as if embracing that outside world, taking it to my bosom.
I once had friends down there. Friends I left behind just like me. Now I have no friends as such, only acquaintances, which come and go. Business needs to be dealt with, even more important now that Cornelius is gone. I was alone and I felt so safe in my world above the rest of the world below, away from it all. I pulled quickly away from the window and stepped back to look out once more, taking a deep breath at the vista of lights and that awesome city below.
My concentration ended when the door chimes warned me of an unexpected visitor. Who could it be? I wanted to be alone and live my inner most fantasies and memories. I suddenly remembered that I had to play my part so perfectly if things were to remain as I planned. I grabbed my pink silk robe and covered myself as I dashed to the door, stopping to think of who it might be before opening, and I could think of nobody important who would call.
Turning the latch and hiding myself behind the door I slowly opened it. Samson stood waiting as I revealed myself, looking at him with one half of my face exposed. His hard face peered back silently. He was the last person on earth I ever expected to call. Samson was someone nobody wanted to call upon them, whoever they were.
"Where is Con?" his voice was rough and direct. I did not answer right away as my fingers gripped the door wanting to shut him out, wishing that he would go away. I could not think of a fitting reply that would satisfy his enquiries and so I hesitated. "Come on! Let me in will ya?" He began to raise his voice and push his way in. I remained shielded behind the door until he grabbed it, slamming it shut and leaving me exposed and helpless.
"Cornelius isn't available at the moment." I told him. He turned and looked at me. Although this man was hard and so tough, he was also neat and tidy, like all of his kind. It was their style and their outward impression that made them as unique as they were. I admired that. Cornelius was the best one of all.
"So, where is he? I need to talk."
"Er... I'm not sure."
"What do ya mean you're not sure?" He looked at me and I could feel his aggression and haste. He scared me just looking at him, but now he was aiming his belligerence towards me. He wanted an answer and I could not think of one as I stood trembling and hesitating. "Look little lady I'm not in the mood for games. Con should be here, right here were he said I could find him. It's been over a week since I saw him and even spoke to him. Now, where is he?"
"He's out of town." My reply came from almost nowhere and yet so true.
"Out of town? Without letting anyone know? That isn't Con." Samson moved closer as I stood riveted to my spot. He was tall, so tall and I began to quake even more just looking into those cruel dark eyes of his. "You're not telling me the truth are you?"
"Yes I am. It was very urgent business."
"No way. He would have left messages, even made contact."
