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All Right ch. 06
The final chapter. Thanks to GrandTeton for editorial assistance.
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Life isn’t happy ever afters, or at least my life isn’t. If your life is, I’m happy for you, but I don’t think I believe you.
In the morning Amber was up and gone, presumably to take care of milady Deirdre. Julie and I made slow, languorous love, taking the pleasure of the moment and stretching it out. We dressed. We held hands going down to breakfast.
That Sunday was enjoyed by all. Frances and Cynthia were delirious to find Julie there.
‘I hope you’ll be here every morning,’ Frances told her. No pressure, of course. Just a statement of fact. Little imp.
We all got along great. Julie dove right in to helping make supper as if she’d always been there. She seemed to really regret leaving when it came time.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks Julie’s car was parked at our place more often than not. She became good friends with both Stacey and Barbara. The girls adored her. She looked to be deeply in love with them. Somehow or other she and Amber had become special friends, even closer than she was with the rest of us. She’d found a sub-let for her apartment. Nobody said everything, but everyone assumed that Julie would move in at the end of the month. She’d even mentioned how it would be nice to have children.
She and I became closer, too, starting to share our dreams as well as our realities.
You can imagine how surprised I was to get a call from her a couple of weeks later, cancelling our date for that night. We went out or stayed in together every night.
‘I’ve been thinking over what you all want from me and what I want from all of you and it’s really quite marvellous. I want some time to myself to think it through, make sure I don’t have any regrets, and I want to do it without feeling overcome by all the love you show me. All right?’
‘Not really. I hate to give up any time that I could have with you. If it’s what you need, go ahead. Just don’t expect me to be happy about it.’
‘Okay. Be brave.’
Julie cancelled again the next night, and the night after.
‘Do you want to talk about it?’
‘No, thank you, Robert. There are a lot of conflicting issues tearing around in my head. I’ll have them all settled by Monday and you’ll know my answer then.’
‘We miss you.’
‘I know.’
Monday morning I woke early. At last I’d get an answer out of Julie. Maybe she’d let me know what her concerns were. I probably moved faster than I should. I woke Amber, who’d been up in the middle of the night with Deirdre. She may have been teething again. Amber had taken to sleeping with me again when Julie wasn’t there, always tastefully clad in the ugliest nightshirt I’d ever seen.
‘Sorry, dear. Go back to sleep.’
‘Ummm.’
I was looking forward to Julie’s answer. The first thing to do was to plan some kind of special treat for her that evening. We’d have it at the house so the girls could participate. They were going to get a new mommy, after all, to go with the two, three, counting Amber, that they already had. It would be a special day for them. It would be a great day for me, too, and the rest of us. I had the day off, so I took the truck out to be cleaned and serviced. It was in great shape, but we’d need it to move her stuff over. I think her furniture was going to the next tenant.
When I got back I thought to check my emails. Wonderful. There was one from Julie. We didn’t use email much, but sometimes. I checked out and answered two or three from work, saving the best for last, of course. I loved the idea that there’d be a record of her answer. Finally I got to it.
‘Goodbye, Robert. Your family is a haven of love in a less-feeling world and I appreciate your introduction to it. I can never give enough love to provide my fair share. Rather than bring you all down I’ll move on and maybe find an approximation one day. My love to you all. Julie.’
What? I tore downstairs and took the truck over to her apartment. The new tenants were moving in.
‘Julie? Sorry, she’s been gone since Saturday at least. No idea where. Said to mark deceased on any mail.’
Lovely. Maybe she was staying with a friend. I could check at her work. They had to have a contact number, at least. Her phone was telling me service had been discontinued.
When I got to her office, all they could tell me was that she didn’t work there any more.
‘We think she got a decent offer somewhere else, but she didn’t say. Friday was her last day. We thought we’d see you at the party.’
I didn’t break down in front of them. Training will do that for you, sometimes. I managed to make it home before the tears started to flow. Good thing, because the tears made it pretty hard to see.
I just fell into the big chair in Stacey’s living room. Amber gave me a big hug. Barbara, too. Stacey curled up with me in the chair.
‘How could she get it so wrong?’ Amber was asking. ‘We all felt it. She added more than she took. We all do.’
‘You left the email up when you took off, Robert,’ Barbara explained. ‘What was in her mind, what stupid, ignorant ghost of her past, to convince her she was unworthy, or something. Damn.’
Stacey just hugged tight. What else could she do? Julie had gone, wanting to be with us but convinced she couldn’t. It hurt. All of us were hurt. Poor stricken Julie. Convinced she didn’t deserve to be happy, was what it came down to. If I’d known who had put that foolish notion in her head, or, worse, laid the groundwork for it so she’d build it herself, I’d have beat the silly sod hollow. I’d never have killed him. I’d want to beat him hollow again and again and again. Poor Julie. Poor me – us.
None of us were much good that day. It was a week before we were functional. The girls kept asking where the pretty lady was. ‘Gone away’ wasn’t helpful, but it was all we had.
‘Did she leave because she didn’t like us?’
‘No, she loved you. She just had something to do.’ That kind of reassurance wasn’t the best, but it was what we had. I’m sure Frances, at least, felt she’d done something to drive her away. Thankfully, Cynthia and Deirdre were too young to develop guilt over it. I hoped so, anyway.
There weren’t going to be any scenes of me pleading with her to change her mind or anything like that. I’d have done it if I could. I wasn’t too proud to tell her we all needed her and thought she was the missing link in our family. But she hadn’t left us that option. She’d gone. No one knew where.
***
It was just two weeks since Julie had gone, and I still missed her deeply. Everything had been so right for us. She loved the girls and got along well with Stacey and Barbara, and had been especially close with Amber. Yet she had convinced herself that she didn’t have enough love to stay in a relationship like ours. That was foolishness, but she hadn’t given me a chance to talk her out of it. Then she’d gone off somewhere to make sure I didn’t try.
Stacey had told me that I had to try to get over my loss. She called it our loss, which was probably more accurate. Barbara and Stacey both missed her, and Amber was almost as depressed as I was. Frances kept asking after her. I agreed with Stacey, more out of duty than interest. As a result, Barbara procured an invitation to another of her company parties, for singles again.
‘I’m not that sure who’s going to be there. Probably Clara, but you know enough to keep clear of her, now. Maggie Dickenson from marketing – we call it information services this week – will be there. She’s not a bad soul. Sarah, the big blonde you met the last time said she was going. Oh, and Theresa will be there. I’d recommend you stay away from her. She’s a backstabber.’
That was a little better information than I’d had the last time, but I’d met Julie at one of those company parties, so maybe there were a
few more jewels in that temple. Obviously, I’d latched onto the very best, but she’d taken herself out of contention. It wasn’t even contention. We’d taken to her big time and she’d run away. It still hurt. What had she been thinking? It had seemed like she could come to love us all very quickly. She hadn’t seemed to be bothered by the unconventionality of what we had found for ourselves. What was wrong? What had I done to scare her? I really couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe seeing other women would help.
When I got to the party, the same woman was trying to get people to mix again. I guess the point was for people in the office to get to know each other socially as well as professionally. The theory was that they would get along better and there would be better cooperation, morale, company spirit, whatever. My own thought was that it would work in the exact opposite way by creating embarrassment, jealousy, envy, other bad stuff. What the hell, it wasn’t my company.
Whatever else, she was dedicated to getting mixed up, or at least to getting the people mixed up. She’d make a hell of a cruise director.
Tonight’s version was a sort of reverse musical chairs. One guy would get a chair, and the ladies would aim to sit in his lap before the music stopped. Then another guy would be added, with a chair. Not quite contract bridge, I suppose, but there was an emphasis on speed and ruthlessness that might have been good training for the run to the photocopier, or maybe for the last cup of coffee.
I was third in with a chair, two of the faster women having successfully attained their laps, though they were speaking more to each other than to the furniture, guy with chair, or maybe chair with guy. Possibly the combination was sold at one of the discount furniture warehouses on the fringe of the city. Thankfully, one of the successful women had been my old friend Clara. No love lost there, I guess.
Connie, the hostess, started the music again, the old Duran Duran single ‘Hungry as a Wolf’, which seemed to be uncannily descriptive of the crew there that night. The women marched around the collection of chairs. Sarah was there, eyes fastened on mine. I saw a timid brunette who might have been Maggie Dickenson from Barbara’s description, though timid didn’t seem to be typical of people in marketing.
When the music stopped Sarah was a couple of women away. She straight-armed one onto an occupied chair and delivered a lovely hip check to the other. I wondered if she’d ever played hockey. Then she landed in my lap, greeted by me with a welcoming ‘Oof’. She was a big girl. However, as I mentioned earlier Sarah was also a blue-eyed blonde sex goddess. I made no objection to the manner of her arrival.
‘So, Robert, are you glad to see me again?’
‘Of course, Sarah.’
She squirmed around on my lap a little (or a lot, judging by the reaction of my lower brain).
‘I mean, are you really glad to see me? Oh yes, you’re really glad to see me.’
She’d rocked a little more and of course Brainless Robert, who seemed to be doing most of my thinking just then, shot up to show her just how glad I was to see her. I wasn’t embarrassed by my reaction, because that would have taken too many brain cells away from their primary purpose of ogling this woman. She was quite gorgeous, but more than that, she had something else I reacted to even more. She was hot as hell, and worse, knew it to the tips of her toes. I suppose I might have got a quick elbow if my reaction hadn’t been satisfactory. She was the most beddable woman I have ever encountered.
Sarah squirmed on my lap throughout the rest of the game. The only discomfort was my worry that junior was going to rip through my pants before the game was done. As soon as it was, we headed for a dark corner and started mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to get my breathing going again. That worked, especially when her next words were ‘my place or yours’. I doubt she could have said anything else that would have made it through to the brain cell on standby duty. The rest of them were on stress leave.
‘Yours,’ I managed.
‘Let’s go.’
Our hostess saw us getting ready to leave and came over to wish us every happiness. She was really into getting people together. I hoped she had someone, or would find someone herself. Anyone who put that much effort into making other people happy deserved some of her own.
Sarah had come by cab, so there wasn’t any problem with vehicles to sort out, not that either of us gave it any thought. I suppose it had never occurred to her that she’d be going home alone. I don’t see why it should have. Sarah had probably never gone home alone after a party in her life.
She directed me to her apartment, maybe a mile from where the party had been held. There was parking in front, fortunately. It would likely have been a bad move to just abandon the car in the street, though I’d been prepared to.
I opened Sarah’s door and bowed her out, just as if my brain had been working. Those old habits took over in times of stress or complete mental breakdown. Sarah got her keys out and let us in the lobby. We went over to the elevator. Sarah seemed to be panting. Perhaps she was having trouble breathing. I decided to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I didn’t want her falling down on me now.
‘You know you have to press the button if you want the elevator,’ an older lady winked at us as she moved to do just that. Another couple of minutes and a little more resuscitation and lo and behold the elevator appeared. The lady pushed us in.
‘She’s on ten,’ she chuckled. ‘You have to push that button when you get in.’ She settled in to wait for the next one. Either she was a romantic at heart or she just knew Sarah quite well. Likely both.
It wasn’t that fast an elevator but we were reasonably alert when it got to her floor. Sarah had her key out and her door open and slammed shut behind us in what felt like no time. I got my hand out from under her blouse and started taking it off. I had her naked in a couple of minutes and discovered that I was naked, too. She’d been a busy little bee herself.
We made love in her living room, on the couch and on the floor, and in her bed, later, and in the shower and another time in her bed. I stumbled out about four. It had been the most magnificent sex I had ever had. Sarah was endlessly inventive and got me up at least twice when I was sure I was out for the count. I had never had as explosive an orgasm before, and not just the one. As near as I could tell Sarah had enjoyed the sex just as much as I had. She came six or eight times that I was reasonably sure of, and maybe a few more. It blew both of us away.
But that’s all it was. It was just sex. Mind-blowingly wonderful sex, certainly. She felt it too.
‘Robert, you’re a wonderful guy and you’ll make someone a hell of a partner one day, but not me. Wonderful as tonight has been, the spark’s not there. I really hoped we could find it, but it’s not there.’
‘Sarah, you’re a fantastic woman. I had a better time in bed tonight than I’ve ever had. We’re good together. But you’re right. It’s not enough.’
It wasn’t that there hadn’t been love between us. It was that our love was impersonal, part of a reaching out to any reasonable person to share the moment. It wasn’t personal to either of us. We could have shared our time and our love with any of a hundred compatible people. It wasn’t the kind of love that it had to be me, Robert, and her, Sarah, to be making love. Kind of hard to explain. Love means so many different things that you’d think a language with over two million words in it could come up with something more precise.
Perhaps it’s because love means so many different things, each one just a bit different, that we can’t be more precise.
It was almost dawn by the time I got home. Not surprisingly, neither Stacey nor Barbara were waiting up for me. Amber was asleep in my bed. She’d left me a little
note. ‘Hope you had a good time.’ She’d added a postscript when she gave up waiting for me. ‘P. S. I know you had a good time. A. 12:17 a.m.’
I explained to everyone over breakfast that while Sarah and I had incredible sex, just fantastic sex, and that she was a smart person who seemed to be very nice and was incredibly gorgeous, there wasn’t anything close to the feeling I had for all of them, and for Julie.
I put off exploring any more possibilities for a while. I’ve never regretted my night with Sarah. It was really quite wonderful. What I regretted was that it couldn’t go any farther. There had been nothing to build on.
***
Three or four weeks after Julie left Amber came to sleep with me, as she continued to do, but left off her nightshirt for the first time. She looked a lot better without it. She crawled in, but instead of snuggling down to sleep, she pulled off my pyjamas.
‘You done mooning over Julie, Robert?’
‘Not really. I still miss her.’
‘Didn’t that big blonde have anything for you?’
‘No, not really. The sex was awesome, I have to say, the best physical sex I’ve ever had, but there was something missing.’
‘No love underneath it all?’
‘Likely.’
‘Poor Robert. Our Robert doesn’t want sex without love, and all the love he’s got comes without sex.’
‘I suppose so.’
‘You going to give up, or are you going to try again?’
‘Love’s not that easy to find.’
‘Want to try with me? You know I love you, and I know you’ve got at least a little bit of love for me. I think you know I’m different from Julie. You won’t be looking to replace her when you’re with me. I’m maybe a supplement. I won’t be asking you to forget her, either. I love Julie, too, and it’s a damn shame she felt she had to leave.’
‘You sure, Amber? You know I would hate to have you think you’re obligated.’
‘About as sure as I’ve ever been about anything. I’ve been loving you for a while, and I’d like to share that love if you’re open to it.’
‘Yes, love, please.’
We made love fiercely that night, pouring our love into each other, back and forth until late. It was as if both of us had suddenly realized what we had stored up behind the floodgates and let it all go. At last, when we were both so exhausted we could barely move, we made slow, languorous love, our peak of perfection no less satisfying than the massive orgasms we had made for each other in our earlier passion.
‘Love you, Robert.’
‘Love you, Amber.’
Having Amber fully into our lives filled in some of the hole Julie had left, but we continued to miss her. It really wasn’t enough when we’d seen more. Having Amber for a sex partner was good, but it didn’t stop Amber wanting Julie back, too. I always knew that it wasn’t just the sex with Julie that I missed. It was her. It was the love. I loved her and I was pretty sure she loved me. Our love fit in the greater structure of love that Stacey and Barbara and Amber and I had built. Loving Amber didn’t change that. I was surprised that having Amber active in my bed instead of passively didn’t decrease my love for Julie, though it made me love Amber all the more.
One morning a couple of months after Julie left Amber and I were lolling around in bed, thinking about getting up but not pushing the idea very hard. Lady Deirdre was still sleeping and the other girls hadn’t made it over to our side of the house yet.
‘Robert,’ Amber told me in her serious tone, ‘for a smart man you can be an awful idiot.’
‘Well, I do work at it, dear. You can’t be really stupid without a lot of hard work.’
‘I didn’t say stupid. I said you were an idiot, and that’s what I meant.’
‘How so this time, love?’ I took a moment to suckle her nipple. They were the cutest little nipples, and they got so hard when she was aroused. She was so loving. Maybe we shouldn’t get up just yet.
‘Stop that – no, I don’t mean that – just let me finish what I was going to say. Then we can, you know . . . ‘
‘I promise to be good. Very good.’
‘You are always very good.’ She smiled archly. ‘What I started out to say before I was oh so pleasantly interrupted is that you are an idiot. Put your hands in your lap for a moment and let me explain. You miss Julie, don’t you?’
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