I’d been checking our food supplies, grateful that I’d bought
extra for the Women’s Group meeting that was supposed to take place that
evening, something that meant we had a few more days in hand before needing to
leave the shelter of our home.
‘In here.’ His response was subdued.
I walked down the hall and entered the lounge to find him standing before
the shelving at the far side of the room. It took up the entire wall and was
filled with his DVD collection.
‘Is the power back on?’ I asked as I walked up to him and slipped my arm
about his waist.
He shook his head. ‘And I could have really gone for watching Beyond
Thunderdome right now,’ he said, turning to me with a forced smile.
I snorted with mild amusement.
His expression fell as he became thoughtful. ‘It makes me wonder what the
point of all this stuff really was,’ he stated, glancing around the room. ‘All
those hours we spent working, earning money to buy it and maintain the illusion
that it could make us happy. All those hours we spent apart. All that time we
could have shared.’ His voice started to waver with emotion and he swallowed,
shaking his head. ‘We thought we’d gained so much when we’d actually lost it.’
I moved to stand in front of him. ‘We didn’t lose it. See all those
family photos on the wall?’ I pointed at the selection of framed shots above
the fireplace, which we fondly called the Family Zone. ‘Each one of those shots
was taken on a timer.’
‘So?’
‘So, we didn’t go to some photography studio and have posed shots taken,
we used our money to go on day trips and holidays, to spend time with each
other. All the money we earned went into creating those smiles.’
‘Besides, I’ve never seen you so happy as when you’re reclining in the
Lazy-Dad, a can of beer in one hand, one of my homemade burgers in the other
and a good film playing,’ I said, using the nickname Chrissie used for his
recliner.
I drew him close and kissed him tenderly, holding his teary gaze. ‘Anyway,
maybe this is our chance to make up for the time you think we’ve lost, our time
to rediscover each other.’ I ran my right hand across his chest, fingertips
tempting his casual shirt open as they passed over the front.
‘Where’s Chrissie?’ he asked, seeing the unmistakable look of desire in
my eyes, a desire which had awakened within me both suddenly and expectedly.
‘She’s up in her room sorting through her things,’ I replied, hearing the
faint sounds of her activities, my hand cupping him through his jeans.
Bob glanced over his shoulder at the door to the lounge, which was wide
open. ‘Not in here.’ He took hold of my hand and drew it away from his crotch.
‘I want you.’ I could feel my heat rising and my need was greater than it
had been for a long time.
‘But…’
I raised a finger to his lips momentarily, silencing his protest. ‘I thought
you wanted to make the most of the time we have,’ I said, seeing the struggle
in his eyes. ‘Come on, Max, where’s your va-va-vroom,’ I grinned.
Bob couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘Do you know how much I love you?’ he
asked, shaking his head in amusement.
‘Prove it,’ I replied, raising my right eyebrow and glancing down at the
bulge in his jeans.
He laughed again, the glitter of tears having vacated his eyes. ‘The
downstairs washroom,’ he stated, ‘but we’d better make it a quickie.’
I didn’t hesitate in leading him from the lounge and straight into the
washroom across the hall. I shut the door and drew the bolt across. Grinning, I
went to Bob and kissed him.
I pulled back, noticing that he was distracted and finding him looking
down at the bath. ‘What is it?’
‘We should fill it with water, and any containers we have lying around.
It probably won’t be long until the supply stops.’
I glanced at the bath on my left and then turned back to him. ‘That’s one
way to kill the mood,’ I stated, seeing his total lack of
extra for the Women’s Group meeting that was supposed to take place that
evening, something that meant we had a few more days in hand before needing to
leave the shelter of our home.
‘In here.’ His response was subdued.
I walked down the hall and entered the lounge to find him standing before
the shelving at the far side of the room. It took up the entire wall and was
filled with his DVD collection.
‘Is the power back on?’ I asked as I walked up to him and slipped my arm
about his waist.
He shook his head. ‘And I could have really gone for watching Beyond
Thunderdome right now,’ he said, turning to me with a forced smile.
I snorted with mild amusement.
His expression fell as he became thoughtful. ‘It makes me wonder what the
point of all this stuff really was,’ he stated, glancing around the room. ‘All
those hours we spent working, earning money to buy it and maintain the illusion
that it could make us happy. All those hours we spent apart. All that time we
could have shared.’ His voice started to waver with emotion and he swallowed,
shaking his head. ‘We thought we’d gained so much when we’d actually lost it.’
I moved to stand in front of him. ‘We didn’t lose it. See all those
family photos on the wall?’ I pointed at the selection of framed shots above
the fireplace, which we fondly called the Family Zone. ‘Each one of those shots
was taken on a timer.’
‘So?’
‘So, we didn’t go to some photography studio and have posed shots taken,
we used our money to go on day trips and holidays, to spend time with each
other. All the money we earned went into creating those smiles.’
‘Besides, I’ve never seen you so happy as when you’re reclining in the
Lazy-Dad, a can of beer in one hand, one of my homemade burgers in the other
and a good film playing,’ I said, using the nickname Chrissie used for his
recliner.
I drew him close and kissed him tenderly, holding his teary gaze. ‘Anyway,
maybe this is our chance to make up for the time you think we’ve lost, our time
to rediscover each other.’ I ran my right hand across his chest, fingertips
tempting his casual shirt open as they passed over the front.
‘Where’s Chrissie?’ he asked, seeing the unmistakable look of desire in
my eyes, a desire which had awakened within me both suddenly and expectedly.
‘She’s up in her room sorting through her things,’ I replied, hearing the
faint sounds of her activities, my hand cupping him through his jeans.
Bob glanced over his shoulder at the door to the lounge, which was wide
open. ‘Not in here.’ He took hold of my hand and drew it away from his crotch.
‘I want you.’ I could feel my heat rising and my need was greater than it
had been for a long time.
‘But…’
I raised a finger to his lips momentarily, silencing his protest. ‘I thought
you wanted to make the most of the time we have,’ I said, seeing the struggle
in his eyes. ‘Come on, Max, where’s your va-va-vroom,’ I grinned.
Bob couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘Do you know how much I love you?’ he
asked, shaking his head in amusement.
‘Prove it,’ I replied, raising my right eyebrow and glancing down at the
bulge in his jeans.
He laughed again, the glitter of tears having vacated his eyes. ‘The
downstairs washroom,’ he stated, ‘but we’d better make it a quickie.’
I didn’t hesitate in leading him from the lounge and straight into the
washroom across the hall. I shut the door and drew the bolt across. Grinning, I
went to Bob and kissed him.
I pulled back, noticing that he was distracted and finding him looking
down at the bath. ‘What is it?’
‘We should fill it with water, and any containers we have lying around.
It probably won’t be long until the supply stops.’
I glanced at the bath on my left and then turned back to him. ‘That’s one
way to kill the mood,’ I stated, seeing his total lack of
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