On Saturday I left the city I was born, and drove north. I said goodbye to my sister, father and nephew. I wondered if I would ever see them again. My father could die in the year that I am gone. Or the plane I was flying in could crash in a fiery ball. It's a possibility. Never say never. I headed north. Stopped for a nap halfway on the trip, I always seem to need naps at the moment, when I am driving this route. I sent Renee a text asking if she still wanted to meet up. My last night in the city I've lived in for 25 years. I got a reply saying yes, she still wanted to meet. I was kind of thinking she'd change her mind about meeting. I also sent Mandy a text message saying that it was my last night, and asked if she wanted to come over "for a night of sweaty, sticky sex". I sent her that as a bit of a joke, I'd given up on seeing her before I left. She was a total time waster.
The trip north takes about 5 hours. My GPS informed me that I'd be arriving about 7pm at the camping ground, where I was staying. So I made arrangements to meet Renee about 7:45pm. She hasn't got a car, so she'd walk to the local mall and we'd have a coffee and a chat. What surprised me that I got a text message and yes, Mandy wanted to meet. Oh yes, I said to myself, she wants to meet, just like she wants to win Lotto, but never buys a ticket. Based on previous experiences with her, the chances of seeing her that night was about 5%. So there was a 95% chance she'd cancel or just not turn up. I told myself this on the drive. "Don't get your hopes up". "She's disappointed you before". I said these and other things (out loud too).
I arrived on time and got my place at the camping ground, a cabin with shower/toilet, and TV. Two single beds, and a heater. I'd stayed there two nights as I was dealing with this and that in storage after leaving my home a week earlier. I drove out to see Renee.
It was nice to see her. We chatted for about an hour and a half in the cafe, then about 45 minutes in my car, outside her home. She told me about how her life was going, the issues she was having, and just general stuff like that. I told her of my plan to live with Fiona. She was surprised, but happy for me. I guess she was wondering how it was going to work out with Fiona. She wasn't the only one.
I hadn't seen her in about a year. We said goodbye and I have no idea if I'll ever see her again. Time will tell I guess.
Mandy had been sending me text messages now and then, each one to my surprise saying she'd like to meet, and 11pm (after her shift ends) was a good time to meet. At my cabin. I said how I was meeting Renee, and would be ready to meet her at 11pm as planned. To my surprise, she showed up (early!) outside the camping ground. I had a bit of difficulty opening the gates so she could bring her car inside. We went to my cabin and she stayed the whole night.
Unlike the previous time we had sex, it wasn't that great. In fact it was disappointing, I'd masturbated before my trip in the morning, as a result I was quite soft during the sex. I also gave her oral sex, this was the first time I'd given her oral sex. Back when we were sexually active in 2003-2004 she'd said that she never did it to men, so I never did it to her. I guess it was time to try it. We cuddled for a while, before falling asleep. She went to the other single bed, and I woke up absolutely freezing (the bedding was pitiful) in the middle of the night.
In the morning, she seemed very happy to have stayed the night. Her husband was probably wondering where she was. I packed and then we went to a cafe for coffee and a chat. I offered to pay her the cost of a counselling session, so she could discuss leaving her husband. She agreed. But I gave her one condition. She had a year to leave him, or I wanted my $100 back. She agreed to that too. Her husband called her a few times, but she didn't answer. There doesn't seem to be any love in that relationship, in either direction.
After that, I headed north. My trip was in its second day. I'd just had sex, and maybe helped Mandy leave her husband.
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