She wakes at 1 p.m.

Sunlight peeps through unfamiliar curtains,

barely recognising her surroundings, her memory returns with a bang;

of course!

Those passions, those revelations, those –

she starts up to find herself achingly alone

but on his pillow she espies a note:

 

Sorry

Had to dash

X

 

Deflated, she inwardly chides her reckless behaviour.

Oh why had she had to succumb to one so young?

Shouldn’t she have known this was how it would be?

Just another notch on his bedpost?

Glancing around she sees his divan has no posts

so no –

at least not literally

but metaphorically?

 

She groans in dismay and heads for the bathroom,

spotting on her way a sparsely furnished attic room,

bed at one end, tiny kitchenette at the other.

Humble beginnings yet surprisingly clean;

had she really noticed so little last night?

had he really taken up all of her consciousness? 

Well, there was really only one answer to this –

yes

of course he had.

 

The toilet lid was down

well, that on its own was something

but on it was another note

 

Help yourself to a shower

but beware of auntie

she may come to clean

X

 

Beware of auntie?

Hopefully his sense of humour again

or is his relative really a ferocious beast?

In spite of herself she gives a chuckle

but soon sinks back into dismay.

A shower would be heavenly

but maybe it could wait until she got home, 

who would want to get caught out by Auntie!

 

Dressing in such a hurry that her underwear feels tangled,

she spots another note on the kitchenette worktop

 

Help yourself to breakfast

X

 

What, and risk the possibility of meeting a disapproving old aunt?

She thinks not.

Grabbing her handbag, she hurries to the door

only to find a post-it sticker stuck on the inside of the door at eye level.

CALL

 it says simply, with a mobile number beneath.

Again she thinks not. 

 

Leaving the sticker in place, she opens the door

to find an attractive, leggy blonde on the other side

an extremely surprised look on her face

while her key is poised ready to unlock the door she had just opened.

A similar age to herself, this lady

at a guess a year or two older.

 

Well, for a guy so young

he certainly has a preference for older females.

Embarrassed at meeting up with his girlfriend,

she legs it in a hurry,

impervious of her call to wait. 

The last thing she needs is a catfight!

 

In fact,

if there is one thing this experience has taught her

it is that her original thoughts had been right

and last night has to be the first and last time...

 

No more toyboys for her...