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recollections 2


And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest...

Leave out all the rest - Linkin Park


Part 2

For the umpteenth time I checked my hair & makeup, "shite I'm a bundle of nerves" & I cursed as I spilt my wine on the bench. I began flicking through cds trying to find the right one-did it matter? Maybe, but mostly it gave me something to do. I thought about Joe's picture on my phone & for a mad moment I considered sending it to Eva, then remembered my promise to him. Eva would have to wait a couple of hours.

Fuck where was he? Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. Taking out all those well worked memories & adding to them surely wouldn't be good for us? Then again, even if I only see him for one day it will last a lifetime in my mind. Some things were worth remembering -no doubt on repeat play ha ha.

A thump on the door shot me back to the here & now. I checked the clock, it was almost an hour since I had seen Joe, it had to be Ned. More thumping, I didn't need telling again, I hoofed it down the stairs like lightening, crappy knee forgotten. My heart was pounding-okay that's putting it mildly-it was fair bursting out of me as I opened the door to discover my Outlaw, all trim & clean, bottle under his arm & a small bunch of yellow flowers in his hands.

"Cat" That gorgeous voice filled my head & I was super glued to the spot. Then his arms were about me, flowers & wine on the floor as I breathed in the smell of him. Soap & aftershave, slightly smokey, something else I couldn't quite place but familiar anyhow. He was solid like, & it held us both there, squeezing so hard I couldn't breathe. Our hips touching he leaned down to kiss me & my world threatened to stop, or speed up, I'm not sure which but my heart leapt another gear, pounding erratically as our lips met for the first time in thirty years...well it was that long for me anyhow.

A group of guys walking past yelled out & whistled "OH YEAH!!" & plenty of animal grunting to top it off.

"Oh, maybe we should move inside" I didn't care what any one else thought but funnily enough I thought the flowers might like some water.

 He sat on the couch & I poured him a wine from the already open bottle. "Thanks for these, they're sweet" I shoved them in a vase deciding I wasn't one to waste time.

"Christ it's so good to see you" He pulled me onto his lap.

"You know, I couldn't believe it when I saw Joe here. I thought...um...I thought something had happened to you" I was mumbling into his shoulder now, afraid the tears would come & I was determined to stay happy as I had no idea how long he was back for.

He was stroking my hair sending tingles down my back "Well, things are getting bad. Me Ma's in prison & there is a lot of shit going down with the coppers an' all...& then there's Aaron..." I looked at him, his face seemed strained, frustration evident in his words.

"Don't go back Ned, can't you change it all by staying?"

"There's no changing what is to be. I wish we could, by God, I wish that. To see yer Ma & your own family suffer, to know...you're gonna lose your brother & your best mates..." He trailed off, emotion robbing him of his voice.

Shit that trains a comin' He saw the horror in my eyes & I realised the hopelessness of it all. He held me closer & the pull on my heart got even tighter.

"Is, um..Joe planning on going to Aaron's to..." I left my question dangling "because if Joe doesn't go to Aaron's it could change-maybe it all hinges on that, do you see?"

"There's been a lot said about Aaron, maybe too much but he's playing a dangerous game now. Joe will give Aaron fair warning, maybe he will listen & then things might be different, at least his life might be spared. But even if Aaron took heed & Joe has eyes in the back of his head & spotted Curnow before it was too late, AND... I somehow don't get caught up in trusting the bugger, it won't change much in the long run, we have to face those bastard coppers at some stage."

I was beginning to wish the subject had never come up. Gloom was descending on us like a chilly fog & there was just too much I wanted to go over in a short space of time. How to break the ice now? Just start kissing him, distraction...would that work? Or would he push me away trapped in his own thoughts that really didn't involve me or my world.

Eva to the rescue.

"LADIES LOVE OUTLAWS" Waylon Jenning's voice spouted from my phone. I scrambled about for it but I was firmly tangled up on his lap. "OUTLAWS TOUCH LADIES SOMEWHERE DEEP DOWN IN THEIR SOULS" Fuck how embarrassing but he was smiling now...smiling! Finally I grabbed it from my bag.

"Hi Eva"  Did my voice sound funny? Jeez, would she know? "Really? That busy ay?...yep I'll try & get down there later, have bumped into an old friend."
Fuck it was hard to keep the excitement from my voice. Ned's fingers were under my top, slowly working their way up to my bra strap.
"Oh I'll tell you later, bit difficult to talk right now" I gasped as he found the hooks, releasing me. "Ha ha, yeah, see you later"  I hung up, Joe's face lighting the screen up.

"Hey would you look at that now!" Ned was curious for a moment, his head hovering over my shoulder as the picture disappeared again.

"Never mind that" I swiveled about letting his hands have full access, my body coming alive under his touch.



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