“Is that bad?”
“No, it’s refreshing, and you’re not wrong.”
Harry then sighs in the sun and looks outside. “My God, it’s good to have her gone.” We both laugh loudly and freely. “The world is becoming a rather messed-up place,” he says.
I agree and add, “Rather fucked, indeed.” We laugh again, and it feels good. He feels good. “So, more work today?” I ask.
Harrison nods and sighs. “As always.”
We share a look, and now is the time. “Does the good master ever take it easy, and well, live in the now?”
Harry looks at me, sipping his strong coffee.
“I’m not sure I know what I live for, anymore.”
“Then what is the point, fine Sir?”
Harry looks out the window, and he seems lost for once. “To, I suspect, know I can do it. To rise to a challenge and to be the best of the best, I guess.”
We look out the window as the sun rises across the lake. It is magical, and it is perfect.
“And what makes you feel alive, Samantha?”
Inhaling, I think about that one, long and hard.
“Not so easy, is it?” he asks, looking at me.
I smile and sip my own coffee. “Well, I’m not so sure, anymore. I doubt I’m a big city girl. I also feel it’s my time to help others.”
“Others?”
“I don’t know, I’ve been toying with an idea to help designhighly nutritional meals for the less fortunate and needy. Maybe for adoption agency support and the VA. You know, veteran support locations.”
I can tell the idea connects with the man next to me because his chin lifts and he inhales, as if really breathing the idea in. Knowing he is alone in the world may have hit a nerve.
“It would be an honorable path. You should do it!” he says with a rare human smile.
“Thanks, maybe I will. But when the time is right.”
“Not now?”
It’s a tough one to answer, so I just sip my coffee. “I think my hands are full, for now.”
We relax in the sun, and as it rises, ducks land on the lake’s glassy surface. The two horses play on the distant shore, and Harry stands and steps closer to the windows.
He talks low without looking at me. “You’re going to need to take your pants off again, soon.” He turns to me and looks down. “You know that. Don’t you?”
“What?” I ask, my heart pumping.
The idea of him taking me is hot, and my clit starts to throb.
“If you want to be inside me, you need to be nice! Then, Mister, I’ll do anything you damned well want.”
The cool, calm gentleman puts his coffee down, and his face is now close to me. “Dear, I meant pants off to remove the stitches. They need to come out.”
I am furious.
The son of a bitch smiles, and he takes my clenched fist. “Relax!” Slowly, my fingers unwind, and he takes me by the hand. “Come!”
