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GET GONE
The Beginning of an End to a Beginning
by Eduardo 

   Monday
   Up early and got Liam ready for school. Liam's first visit is to check on Georgia, who is still okay.
"Don't let her go until I come home at the weekend."   He asked as the car arrived for him.
"She wont be strong enough before then."   I answered giving him a hug for the week.
He went off all happy and I closed the door to start my second week of peace. I feel so much better these days, even the constant pain from my neck and nerves seems eased and I am getting around quite easily.   Starting to feel my old self again sometimes, but there's a long way yet to go.

  I changed the beds and put the old sheets washing then settled down to a solid day of work in the office.
Jina is coming around six thirty to cook and stay the night, which is something to look forwards to. I am feeling quite horny after three days without, so tonight will be extra long.

  Dead on time, the doorbell goes and I walk up to the house to let the beaming Jina in. She loves it here, mind you everyone except you know who, likes it here and never want to leave. I left her to it and came back down to the office to finish off as dinner will be another forty minutes.

  Very nice. Some tasty soup and rice for starters and then the meat main course. Nothing spectacular, but very very tasty, just like she will be after a shower. By the time we had finished eating and talking it was nearly ten, so we decided to get our showers and get under the sheets while energy was still high.
The sex was like dinner, nothing special but really tasty. She really got carried away on the sixty niner though and came in minutes, then wanted seconds and thirds. I kept her waiting for my man until she could take it no longer, then she just grabbed my love handles and pulled me down hard and into her. Wow, did she love it and me too. I just let myself go on a ride across the galaxy until exploding inside her tight pussy as she came again.
After a wash, she snuggled up so close to me, it was like she wanted to be inside. As I put my arms around her, I could feel her just melt away into total serenity and peace within my embrace.
"Thank you."   She whispered into my chest with a gentle kiss.
I just gave her a little squeeze in answer, which was all she needed to relax into deep sleep.

  I lay for a while, feeling her rhythmic breathing as she peacefully went to sleep still cuddled into me. Pondering on my present life of plenty and how it would only get better. This relationship is only temporary and I have fully explained to Jina that it will finish before I go to Mombassa. I know she is hoping that things might go differently, I guess most women would in the same situation. But there is no love or spiritual connection on my part, as I say to her, we are just enjoying the moment. She will be very sad when the end of June comes, but she will have many happy occasions to remember in the future and, I think this encounter has set a new high standard in her expectations from any man in the future. So she is not only having fun but, will learn and gain immensely from this short relationship, which is good and makes me feel positive and rewarded.

  Tuesday
   No need for any alarm this morning as my mobile downstairs played the full version of 'lonely' by Aka from an incoming text. We stirred, but six thirty was too early and I just let the phone keep playing. She was very snuggly this morning and quite ready for more bonking I am sure, but I just laid quietly, enjoying the peace of the moment. Maybe if she did not have work this morning, we would have had a shower and fooled around for a couple of hours. But I just don't like it in the morning all smelly from the night before. So at seven thirty we got up and showered for coffee instead. After which, she went to work.
She is coming back on Wednesday to cook and stay again and that will be good, as guess who her first customer is on a Thursday. Yeap, so we can lay in until ten if necessary. Roll on the night and morning after, must remember the strawberries.

  After she went, I settled into some work. The first inspection of course was Georgia. Still looking very weak and keeps falling down when she climbs. So I tried making some high pitched sounds sucking in between my teeth and noticed the head instinctively go up and beak open slightly. Inspiration dawned and I quickly opened a tin of rice pudding. Reaching inside I managed to grasp her firmly without to much flapping and held her loosely against my chest, whilst sitting down in the chair.
She sat there quite still as I dipped my finger into the rice pudding and offered it to her. This birds smart and soon got the idea not to nibble the finger but the white pieces on it. After a while she was restless so I put her back inside the cage with some fresh fruit and got on with work.
Around nine thirty Eliza text me wanting to know if I had her money for this week. I needed to go into Richmond to the Post Office and hole in the wall anyway so suggested we meet for lunch at the Tapas restaurant.
She looked much better, though still very weak looking and down to fifty four kilos from her seventy five. We kept away from past inflammatory past events and had a quite lunch of paella over small talk. Eliza briefly brought up about would I be bringing someone back from Mombassa as a maid and I said yes and changed the subject. After lunch I dropped her at the doctors after giving her the three hundred and that was it. Back to my nice peaceful garden retreat.

  Just remembered the text this morning and looked to see who on earth would text me at that time. It was from Evelyn in Malindi. They are two hours forwards and guess she forgot that. Anyway, it said to check my email which I am now doing.
She is just confirming that she can come at end of August and that she will fly down to Mombassa for the day while we are there and talk about everything. So at least the house is sorted for sure, what else may become of it who knows, but she is not going to be that easy to convince I think. Plus, I think her older sister lives that end of Kenya and no doubt will be with her. I will have to polish my smile and good manners.

  Just been chatting to someone from Birdline and they say that Georgia is a green ring neck parrot, possibly around two months old and not yet weaned. No wonder she thinks I'm mum! I've just had her out again on my lap and feed her some apple which I chewed first and she took from my lips without hesitation. The lady from Birdline suggested I buy some baby parrot food from the vet and I'm off there now.
Having bought this powder to mix with water and some plastic syringes, I returned home and prepared a feast for her. She squaked a little as I gently slid my hand under her and lifted her out. Sitting her in my lap well protected with tissues I started the messy job of hand feeding. The tissues didn't do much good, it was the beak flicking of sticky food everywhere that was the problem. Tell you, feeding a toddler is less messy. By the end though, half the syringe was inside her or splattered around and finished off with and apple slice which she relishes. After a little handling and head tickling I bought her back and she is now having a snooze. Its going to be three clean shirts a day from now on though!

  The interesting thing is that according to the vet, ring necks make excellent pets. He suggested handling her all the time and she will end up tamer than most parrots.  So who knows. I shall see what her karma is when she is strong again, if she wants to fly away, so be it.   At least she will have tasted a little kindness and love along the way and I will have created a good cause. Seems I've been doing that for many years, maybe now its time for my payback and some great joy will come my way.  Just realised, these bird is an AFRICAN ringneck!  What is this karma Eliza has created, I even have African birds - the feathered sort - now!

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The Beginning of an End to a Beginning
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