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

  Sunday is busy. There's dinner to prepare, well more like lunch actually for just after mid day. Bella is coming round for dinner with us and later, we have a surprise visitor, Liam's sister. Plus, there is some ironing to do, so today is going to be packed and busy. There will be so much to catch up on later.

Guests arrived at one and we enjoyed a tasty roast chicken, which I had stuffed with tangerines and herbs. Shame that we had to end early as the surprise visitor never arrived. I was half expecting that anyway, as Liam's sister would be late for her own funeral! As it was, she did not show and went straight to her mums for six o'clock, so Liam went down there to see her. I rang Bella and said why not come back for tea as Liam would be back soon and a while later it was a busy house again. Bella and I sat in the garden with a few cans of beer, enjoying watching the kids play until it was dark. It turned out quite a fun evening until about ten and it was time for Liam to shower and bed ready for school in the morning. I followed very quickly and quickly joined Liam's snoring.

The alarm sounded the start of another week at six thirty on Monday morning and after a quick cuppa, Liam's car arrived. That's it, I'm back to peace and quiet for five days now.

Spent the first part of the day working in the lodge then went out for lunch and dropped into the bank and paid Eliza's rent for this month. When I got back there was an unexpected email from a certain young lady I have been talking to from Thailand.

I met her in Richmond a couple of weeks ago while in a cafe, we accidentally bumped into each other and between all the apologies and embarrassment, we got chatting. I found out at the time she came from a city called Bang-khuun-tian in Thailand.
Sumana Janluechai as she is known, is a petite lady and my six foot must make her feel a dwarf. We managed to swap phone numbers and emails at the time but never thought she would actually contact me. So you can imagine my surprise getting this email suggesting we meet up again tomorrow in the same cafe. Though she did add could I be careful with my coffee this time as last time most of it went over her.
Cant believe my good fortune as she is something of a show stopper and only twenty seven. After reading her quite long email, I realised she has ideas, very strong ideas. Its almost like she is starting to romance a little yet I hardly know her.

All I have found out so far is that her parents are well off business people who are paying for her last term at the local American university, flash sports car and a very expensive apartment on Richmond Hill. She already has a Phd in economics and now finishing her last year in IT marketing, so we have a lot in common to talk about, which she seems to find very exciting. I sensed last time that she was getting quite turned on as we lost ourselves in conversation. At the time I figured that maybe I was miss-reading her body language, now it seems, I was right.

I wrote back, careful not to seem too forward, though I get the impression being forward is her middle name. Either that or she is a niphomaniac. So I will wait to see her reply. I have agreed to meet tomorrow anyway as she is certainly a looker and those eyes.
Not exactly come to bed eyes, more like take me now eyes.
Tonight though, its Jina. A nice meal some champaign and bed. After a week of being a good boy, I am so hot I am melting - hope she is too.
Speak of the devil, there goes the doorbell.
Jina is early and obviously so happy to be here. So much so, that dinner is threatened with delay as there is another food she wants and me too.

Somehow we managed to control the urgency and enjoyed a lovely dinner. Though it does not need much imagination to guess what happened afterwards for desert. Forget the bedroom, we just about made it to the lounge before making love on the Persian rug.
After a shower and watching a comedy on television, we both decided to have seconds upstairs. I found a new turn on for her, she goes wild for big strong hands squeezing her body, any part. Hope I didn't bruise her as we got quite carried away as usual. I slept like a baby afterwards, with her snuggled into me.
Tuesday dawned and Jina got up and brought some coffee upstairs. We both wanted to have another romp, but her work beckoned so we settled for a kiss and wait until Wednesday night.

Its Tuesday again and the week has just flown by. Seems like only yesterday I was saying see you tomorrow to Jina, now its tomorrow but a week later! Sumana turned out to be quite a sleeping tiger after coffee and a snack last Tuesday, she wanted to show me her apartment. Very nice indeed and you can tell Daddy and Mummy provide for her well, right down to a huge water bed. I will tell you all about it one day, for now just lets say this must be infatuation at the highest level and I have crossed boundaries of love making beyond even my imagination. Its like there is a chemistry, I only need to be near her to feel a deep sexuality and when we actually touch, she goose pimples all over and melts. We have eaten out twice now and the restaurant owner must think we act like two teenagers lost in a world of puppy love. These sort of desires for another I have not felt since maybe I was a teenager, but I am old and sane enough to know something as powerful as this cannot survive. But she is actually falling in love with me, or thinks she is. We even went up to Mayfair one night to her parents house as they were abroad again. Playing hide and seek in its countless rooms and ended up in the basement making love on the snooker table. I potted red and left white running.
Next day I remember driving home feeling like I was floating on air and quite frankly, with all beautiful emotional feelings in the stomach and longing to be with her again.
We met up again for lunch during the week and spent an afternoon in bed as what I can only describe as lost in a sea of romantic clouds. Afterwards as we embraced and said farewells, she handed me a letter and said not to read it until I was at home. When I opened the small envelope, inside was this poem.

If you ask to show how much I care
I would say life is empty without you there
Your smile is the sun that brings warmth to my heart
Your voice brings joy when we are apart
Your eyes are the heavens that watch over me at night
Your touch is the velvet of early morning light
Your lips are warm sensual and soft
And when they touch mine I am carried aloft
With your hand in mine there is no place I cant go
No mountain too high or ocean too low
If you wish to count how much I really care
Then walk across a meadow and count the blades of grass there.
You are the part that makes me complete
Oh you are so sweet, sweet enough to eat.

Like I say, this maybe love to her, but must be purely infatuation. Though I am only the second man she has ever slept with and I do start to think that maybe in her culture, this is the way it goes and age difference is not important.
However, she goes back home to Thailand this week until end of August, so maybe her emotions will cool down. Though the text's she sends me every day says otherwise and she uses the word love in a very serious way. Whether or not I will go to Thailand to see her, we shall see. Both Liam and I are invited to stay at her families country home second week of August and travel back with her to UK, even Mummy and Daddy are expecting us. Not quite sure if its true that her Uncle owns executive jets and we will travel privately though. I think with Sumana she gets carried away sometimes, but there is no doubt of her families obvious wealth and power, the place in Mayfair must be worth a few million and the furnishings as much again. They bought her the Richmond Hill apartment for just under two million, apparently as an investment for her.

The rest of the week was quite dull in comparison I suppose. Except Sunday. I decided to do the first barbeque of the season and invited Bella to come over with her daughter. She asked to bring two guests to meet me and that was settled.
Now you may remember some while back how Eliza got carried away on one of her 'black christian' trips and said how I would be invaded by them and they would take over my home? Well they did and they did and I had one of the best times in years.
Laughter flowed quicker than the wine and it was non stop fun for the whole day until around ten at night, when sadly everyone had to go. The guests she brought were fantastic people and certainly not what you expect from ministers and diplomats wives. I joked about needing to put a bigger table and a red carpet on the shopping list. Diplomats or not, they were down to earth lovely people with no airs or graces in my garden, though you could tell that 'upper crust' was there, they had pure fun. So much so, that I cannot wait to invite them again. For the first time in years of doing barbeques, I did very little. One of their daughters, a beautiful nineteen year with a figure straight from Vogue took care of cooking and they cleared everything away, washed up and cleaned the kitchen afterwards. I just relaxed, enjoyed the laughter and got quite tipsy. It was great. And, I can now add South Africa and Uganda to places we are invited to for a holiday as guests in their family villas.

All in all, I would say everything is going well both in leisure and work. In fact things have never been better. I am building true friends with true feelings around me, not the empty lost souls that Eliza knew, but real people without a ton of baggage on their troubled minds. So they are black and christians, so what. They could be pink and tree worshippers for all I care. I judge people by how they are not what they are.

Oh course, there is still the matter of Evelyn and Kenya to resolve yet. She may not be someone's wealthy daughter or high up the social ladder of success, but she has something that I have not seen before, a very deep reality and truth in her ways. Old fashioned culture maybe, but that is a very desirable quality in my world. I do believe that she would do everything in her power or suffer whatever came along to be with her chosen man in life. There may not be the blood racing infatuation and excitement but instead, I feel a more settled feeling when I think of a future with her. Something strong enough, that maybe true love can be built upon it. Though she will have her work cut out, as I know the resort owner in Mombassa will ensure that there are plenty of very delicious girls around to make my stay enjoyable. If we all get through that, then maybe she will be traveling back with me to take up her new life here.
Strange as it may seem, the more women and excitement that comes along, the more I start to think of a settled relationship with a lady I can entrust my heart to and Evelyn may just be that woman. Her needs I can easily satisfy and now she has passed her first exam in web designing, she will be a true asset.

But as the song goes, whatever will be will be the futures not ours to see.

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