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He told me to get a room,
no reason given.

I would have preferred it to be more public,
a bar with other people around,
to talk about anything, everything and maybe
just maybe hold hands as we gazed, checking each
other out with approving glances with the outside
chance of a kiss at the end as we said our goodbyes.

But no, He told me to get a room, no explanation
given, just get a room and to text over the room
number.

very bold of him, I could well have said get lost,
but he knew me well enough to know I wouldn't,
so I did as I was told.

the room was spacious, with the usual kettle and
assorted sachets, coffee, tea, milk, even a flat screen
tv on the wall, the bathroom was white tilled, blinding
white when the light was on, with again, the usual
shampoo sachets and white fluffy towels, a nice round
mirror above the sink;

Look at you, what are you doing?
looking away I left the bathroom with the extractor
whirring away on its own.
The bed;

The bed how could one not miss the bed, the centre
piece of the room, after all, this was a bedroom,
gave me the shivers just looking at it, sitting on the edge,
my mind on the edge, imagination now kicking in ten fold.

I was early, very early, my bag by the door where i had left it,
the bag, here for a day and clothes for three, underwear of
various types, was that what he was expecting?, why say get
a room if not? god I need a drink, powerful and intoxicating,
no, no that would look bad, as if having to be squiffy to be
doing this, to be here like this.

ok, tea it is, how quaint, typical english brew, dried biscuits,
very dry, plain without the slightest sign of chocolate covering,
shame.

Time was on my side, time to shower and make amazingly
alluring, damn shower, too cold, too bloody hot, no happy
medium, my imagination again, would we both be struggling
later with the temperature? must work it out, huh! you can't do
it? oh let me sort the temp out, I know a thing about showers,
oh I would look good and technical, Towels were indeed fluffy,
not just looking it, damn mirror again, I know, I know, it's crazy,
ok, don't go looking at the  goddamn mirror again.

underwear, hmm, lace I think, yes, lace, very inviting, tempting
even, Red, blue, black, dare I say virginal white?, ok, ok
colourful flower design, yes, i'll go for that, thong hmm, not
to slutty, I hope not, he's going to want to take his time, take
it all in,
well, I hope he does.

ok now for the rest, did he expect me to be down to my underwear?
god panicking now, silly thought, of course he would want me
dressed, so he can undress, isn't that what he wants?

I have to admit to shaking somewhat, but also turned on, I hope
i'm what he wants, not just for this moment but for.. oh hell,
stop thinking to much woman! chill with the tea.

quite a firm bed, lots of pillows too, i guess we will use them,
along with the writing desk and chair, oh god, stop it.


Fuck!


A knock at the door..


shaking now, must stay calm

stay calm woman

please


Knock Knock..