time for me to fly.
CHAPTER 2 – FLYING HIGH
I absolutely savored my time at university, applying myself into my studies was no task for me at all and I managed to juggle a steady balance of education and enjoyment. Student life was a million miles away from farm life and although I always remembered my roots, I was ecstatic that I'd broken ties and taken on board what the future could hold for me in the city. Initially it had been a very scary place to be, I missed home immensely but I was in and amongst so many other students who felt the same, I had encountered a great network of support at the slightest homesick hurdle.
In constant email contact with my grandparents, they were updated on a weekly basis as to my comings and goings, my progress and sometimes, my sadness. I had emailed Tommy as soon as I had settled into my digs but never once heard back from him. I decided to give up once my grandmother had told me he'd got himself a girlfriend. I'll be honest and state that I felt a pang of jealousy but Tommy and I had both ultimately wanted different things, such was life and I had to get on with mine, it was now clear that Tommy was doing just that.
Before I had chance for any kind of regrets I had to remind myself that I was responsible for my own destiny and no-one and nothing was going to come between that. I respected my grandparents life but society had moved on, it wasn't enough for me to find someone local, work the land and tend to the livestock without a wider inspiration, there was more out there for me and I'd been blessed with the brains to do something about it, I may have left that life behind but it would still be there no matter what direction my new life was going to take me.
When I'd graduated from university my grandparents had come to attend the ceremony. It was so obvious that they were like fish out of water; I wasn't embarrassed by them at all, even though they both clearly felt awkward. For my grandmother it had been her first time in the city, my grandfather had travelled in several times for purchasing purposes but the whole experience appeared stressful for my grandmother and it was obvious that she couldn't wait to get back to the security of familiarity. They were very proud though and applauded my courage and aptness for expansion, even though it scared the hell out of them.
I'd always been interested in business and I had a particular flair for solving problems, so it was with a great deal of personal accolade that I found myself the perfect job. I fast became the trouble shooter for all the major banking establishments in the city, everything from staff efficiency to extendible budgets were my forte, I was called upon by every level of management who envisaged smoother and more productive businesses. My reputation was ruthless and my success rate was unbeatable; I was respected, something I was proud to have earned, not demanded.
My work schedule was hectic and my social life was very healthy, so when I met John, a successful businessman in his own right, I hadn't expected him to play such an important role in my future. I wasn't looking for love, I wasn't looking for anything other than personal achievement, he snook up on me without me even noticing, but he was a nice surprise all the same.
The total opposite of Tommy, my long, distant memory of first love, John was tall, dark and very handsome, he was sexy as hell and as smart as he was rich. A typical football playing high school jock, he was strong, confident and, as I found out on our first encounter, very bold.
Work colleagues were in constant amusement at my lack of love life, it neither bothered me, one I was far too busy for love and, two, no one had ever really caught my eye. If anyone was counting, I'd been celibate for eighteen months. I'd had a couple of flings whilst at university but to be honest, I'd carried my torch for Tommy for far too