Am I Seeing Double 3 (2 page)

That was it, the rest of our clothes came off as if they were ten times too large for us. I lifted her up and put her on the bed, and we made wild passionate love.

Katey had turned into a tiger. The meek and mild softly spoken librarian had vanished, and a wild cat had replaced her.

Thinking about it later, if she had acted like this with Rodney, he must’ve had one hell of a willpower to stop him from jumping ship.

I was the first to wake, and I rolled onto my left side. Katey stretched herself out on her tummy, her beautiful long and shining jet-black hair scattered in a tangled mess all over the white pillow. Even so, she still looked a picture.

I looked at my watch it was only eight. I was in no rush, and the library didn’t open until ten-thirty. I moved in closer to Katey and put my face close to hers, then put my arm over her shoulders. She stirred at my touch, but didn’t open her eyes, and nestled her head into the pillow. I lifted my head a little and gave her a peck on the forehead on the only tiny bare spot I could find amongst the tousled hair. As I lay my head back on the pillow, Katey lifted her head, opened one eye, looked at me and then opened the other one.

“Salut,” she whispered and gave me a peck on my lips, and then a huge cheeky smile.

“Bonjour, ma Cheri,” I answered.

“You understand French? You knew what I said meant
hi
?” she said and looked a little surprised, moving her head back a little to look at me.

“Only a little and, yes, I knew. I’ve been to France a couple of times, and it comes in handy.”

“Yes, so have I, and we had such a romantic evening, it seemed fitting to greet you in French. It’s such a romantic language.”

“It is. I agree.”

“And your answer was romantic, and so apt. What must be the time?” Katey asked, and lifted a hand to her mouth as she yarned.

“It’s only eight. There’s plenty of time.”

“For what?” she asked, and giggled.

“Whatever,” I answered, and smiled at her.

“You know what I want,” she replied, snuggling her naked body into mine, then planting slightly parted lips squarely on mine.

Whatever she wanted, she was going to get it, and I was going to make sure of that.

About an hour and half later, I slumped back on the bed, almost totally exhausted.

“Oh, my Gawd,” Katey muttered as she pulled herself up and looked in the dressing table mirror. “How am I going to front up to work today? Look at me—no amount of makeup or mascara is going to disguise what I’ve been doing. I look like I’ve been on a month’s honeymoon…and look at my hair.”

“You can’t take a sickie?” I suggested.

“Yeah, right. There’s no way I could come up with an excuse good enough to for people to believe. Everyone saw us together at the library, and they all know how much I drool over you.”

“You’re going in then?”

“I have to, and so do you. Your fans’d kill me if you didn’t, after all the phone calls I made yesterday.”

“Oh, my Gawd, of course, I’d completely forgotten.”

“You are coming, I hope?”

“Yes, of course, but I’ll have to go back to the motel and have a shower and change.”

“You can have a shower here if you like,” Katey said and her cheeky smile was back.

“No way. If I got in the shower with you now, I wouldn’t even make the library by Friday, and it’s only Tuesday,” I said and burst out laughing.

I hurriedly threw on my clothes and went over to kiss her before I left. She wrapped her arms around me and clung to me smothering me in kisses.

“Enough, enough,” I said raising my voice.

I could still hear her giggling as I hurried out the front door.

I didn’t rush over to the library but phoned Katey at around twenty to eleven. I hadn’t told her, or made any arrangements as to what time I would or should be there. I had been too busy escaping her clutches.

I told her I’d come over a bit after eleven, and she confirmed that would be fine, as it would give her a little time to get ready. They were going to set up a long table in the middle of the library, and Katey and I, and all her readers’ club members would all sit around it. Katey also told me that some of the members had not yet arrived, but she was certain that they would be by the time I got there.

A couple of aspiring writers had already asked Katey, if she could ask me if I would mind speaking on a couple of points on writing. I thanked Katey for this because I’d had no idea of what I was going to talk about if asked to. This gave me a little time to think of what to say, and give me a good lead into a question and answer session.

When I arrived at the library, it was the same scenario as before. A car space reserved for me in front, and the welcoming group gathered at the front door.

By the time I got out of the car and walked around it, Katey was waiting about a metre from the curb. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“Is that all I get?” she whispered in my ear.

“For the moment. I’m saving the rest for later,” I murmured.

“Goodee.”

“Shall we?” I asked and offered her my arm.

“I hope so,” she replied, then started to giggle.

“Stop it,” I said out of the corner of my mouth as we walked toward the rest of the group. “How am I supposed to keep my self-control and chat with your group if you’re going to keep this up?”

“Okay, I’ll be nice.”

When we got to the group, Katey introduced me to two new members, and gestured to the others, stating she was sure I had met them before. This prompted a murmur from them.

Katey then ushered me inside and over to the head of the large table. It was wide as well as long, almost as wide as a full-size billiard table. They must have pulled three of their wide reading tables together and covered them with white sheets. There was ample room at each end for two chairs.

I gave a short talk on writing on the requests that Katey had given me. I reiterated in different ways, that this was my way of doing things, and these were only guidelines. I also emphasized that all authors should strive for originality, and their own style of writing.

After the talk, I asked for questions. I was surprised, and delighted with the number that spoke up. I don’t give talks or lecture much as they make me nervous. This time, with the amount of questions asked in a more relaxed fashion than last time, it put me more at ease, and it became much more enjoyable, and turned into more of a discussion.

I finished the session telling them more about me, which is a rarity, and some of the typos I had made, where I had inserted or left out a letter giving the sentence a completely new meaning.

One for memory was where I had written that a man had to use his pick to break open a trapdoor to an underground tunnel. I had inadvertently typed something else. My spell checker had not picked it up, as according to the dictionary, they were both legitimate words.

By the time the meeting with the reader’s club had concluded, it was well into lunchtime, so I asked Katey if I could take her to lunch. She agreed and suggested a restaurant where she liked to eat.

The restaurant was only small, but very neat and tidy, and decorated ornately with hanging lanterns and wall coverings. There weren’t many customers and there was a small table vacant in a corner, so we headed over to it. It would give us a certain amount of privacy, should we need to talk.

“I hope you like Chinese—maybe I should’ve asked?” Katey said as we sat at a table.

“No, that’s fine. I love Chinese. And, as a matter of fact, I haven’t had a good Chinese meal now in ages,” I added.

“Good, then you’ll love this place. It has an excellent chef.”

I chuckled. “Great, then it might restore a bit of my energy from last night.”

Katey giggled. “We got a little bit tipsy, hey.”

“Yes, if that’s what you call it.”

“You seemed to enjoy that meeting today,” she said to change the subject mainly because people began to look in our direction.

“Yes, I did. They all seemed to be more relaxed than last time.”

“They’re getting to know you better, the same as I am.” Katey said and started to giggle again.

“Not quite the same,” I replied and started to laugh.

“I suppose you’ll be heading off now that you’ve caught up with your fans,” Katey said now looking a little forlorn.

“Why? Did you have something in mind?”

“Not really, but I could probably think of something,” she answered, her mood beginning to brighten a little.

“Well, start thinking. When I got back to the motel this morning, I changed my single room for a double.”

“But I thought you said you were only staying overnight?” Katey reminded me and now smiling.

“I did, but I also said I was in no hurry, so I changed the room in case something came up.”

“I can’t see why it wouldn’t. It did last night, well, and truly.”

Katey giggled into her cup of Chinese tea delivered to our table while we were talking. This was another reason why she had changed the subject earlier.

The conversation ended abruptly as one of the table waiting staff came over to take our order.

Katey was right about the restaurant. The meal was fabulous.

After lunch, I drove Katey back to the library, and told her I would pick her up from her home at six that evening.

With a few hours to kill, I drove around Barrickton. It was rather a pretty town, and not built on flat land like many country towns out west. Its terrain was slightly undulated with lots of trees that lined the streets. Situated on a reasonably sized river that meandered almost through the centre of town, it gave the impression of a sleepy little town where rarely anything exciting happened.

Not far from the main street was a park on the river with a playground, an undercover bar-b-que area, and some tables with bench type seats attached that had their own gable roof built over them.

I parked my car under the shade of a tree in the car park and strolled to one of the tables. I called home from there, and Jane answered. I had a fair idea that she would be there. She was spending a lot more time at home now, much more than she used to.

I called her mainly to let her know I had arrived safely, and I was fine. She asked me if I was behaving myself, and I told her no, but also told her about Katey. She told me that she knew she shouldn’t have let me out of her sight, and laughed. She said it was okay, as long as I didn’t forget where I lived.

I informed her that was no way possible, and that I was missing her already.

“Yeah, right,” she said.

“No truly, I do,” I assured her.

“Okay, I believe you.”

“I won’t tell you to enjoy yourself—it looks like you already are.”

“It’s your fault, you made me like this.”

“No way. You were like that before we met you, so why do you think Phyllis and I hang around.” She then started to giggle.

“Okay, have it your way, I won’t argue.”

“Well, take care and look after yourself. If you come home with damaged merchandise, you’re in heaps of trouble, buster.”

“Sure, I’ll make doubly certain of that.”

“You better.”

“Okay I’ll let you get back to work. Miss you.”

“Me, too. It’s lonely here without you—bye.”

I felt better about myself after talking to Jane. The confession would be one less I’d have to make when I got home, and Jane wouldn’t hold back on telling Phyllis.

Phyllis is the one I worry about most. She wouldn’t be as blasé as Jane. Jane would be more confident that she was number one in my little black book, whereas Phyllis wouldn’t be quite so sure. Another difference in the twins I had noticed.

Phyllis wouldn’t say anything to me though, but I’d be able to pick it up in her mood, be it ever so slight in its change.

With Jane, it was very difficult to detect slight changes. She was more confident in her outward self. Then again, she hadn’t been as badly hurt in a relationship as Phyllis, and if I am wrong, Jane wasn’t showing it.

What made me notice this with Phyllis was, she seemed to be getting a little clingier than Jane and fussing over me more.

With time to kill, before I went back to the motel and change before taking Katey out, and time to sit and think, I remained seated at this park table for a while and reflected on the slight change in Phyllis. I had first started to notice this change sometime back, but at the time, I was busy concentrating on writing, and not a lot of time to myself. I hadn’t put a lot of thought into it. Now, in the lovely serene and peaceful surroundings, I
had
the time, so I reflected back.

It was the day after I had told the twins I was going to take some time off from writing. I was sitting in my lounge room in a comfortable armchair. My lounge is huge and great for parties—not that we have many at home, but being big, the lounge suite was situated in almost the middle of the room. As I sat there watching something that wasn’t particularly interesting, but was filling in time, Phyllis came up from behind my chair and began to stroke my hair. It was a Sunday and both the twins were home. Phyllis, then bent over and kissed me on the cheek, then began to nibble on my ear.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she replied, but not in a tone as if it was nothing.

“Can’t you see I’m watching telly,” I said, good-naturedly.

“And when have you ever watched that show?”

“I watch it all the time,” I replied trying to sound indignant.

“Liar.”

“I do, sometimes.”

“Yeah, maybe once in a decade.”

Phyllis, then started to work on my ear with her tongue. I have a few erogenous zones and a tongue in my ear is one of them.

“Well, I’m busy now. Go to your room.”

Phyllis stormed off and when she got to the lounge door she stopped to look back, she hadn’t heard me coming full pelt after her in my socks and I cannoned into her almost knocking her off her feet. I grabbed her in my arms and carried her into her bedroom.

That day was probably one of the best lovemaking sessions that I ever had before with Phyllis. We were both totally exhausted afterward.