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AMAZING by Enola

PART 1

I made a complete fool of myself when I told the policeman what had happened to me. I was damn excited I was in London again for a couple of weeks and a second later I was in despair. I was visiting two friends of mine who had moved there one year before. When they had left they made me promise I would join them soon, but because of my studies, I was just able to spend part of my summer holidays there. Before leaving home I had talked to one of them. Since they both worked, we arranged I would call them as soon as I had arrived at Leicester Square station. But that was something I couldn’t do. I had no money so I went to Euston by foot where I hope to meet my friends returning from work. I had been waiting for almost one hour when I resigned myself. They had probably called me and seeing no answer they eventually got worried. I was tired, hungry, but the thing I needed most was a cool shower. I couldn’t even manage to cry. I was furious with myself and I was aware I had to do something to give vent to my anger or I would go off. I saw an empty Diet Coke can close to me, so I got up and kicked it as hard as I could. Since I couldn’t kick my arse as I wanted and deserved, I kicked that can. As I hit it I turned over so I didn’t know where it had stopped. A moment later I heard a male voice behind me speaking quietly,
“That’s something I would’ve never expected from a girl!”
I didn’t turn at once. I was too embarrassed but still angry. When I finally turned I only spoke my most sincere ‘I’m really sorry’ giving just a quick glance at that guy. As he walked away I began kicking my suitcase, then I heard the guy saying aloud,
“I guess you like kicking!” His voice still was quiet, but I could perceive a hint of amusement in it. I turned and screamed at him,
“Yes, I like it! Wanna be the next?” On the contrary, my voice was genuinely harsh. He gave a short laugh and came closer smiling,
“Hey?! Calm down babe, I come in peace!”
He asked me what had happened to make me that mad. I replied I couldn’t tell him anything because I was sure he would laugh at me. I was too ashamed of it. A moment later I found myself sitting in a bench next to him and began telling my misadventure. I had forgot my handbag on the train. Now I had no money, no credit card, no mobile and no documents. I couldn’t even call my friends because I didn’t either remember their numbers by heart or their address I had written down on my diary which was in my handbag as well. I felt the most stupid person of the whole universe, but the fact he didn’t laugh at me was comforting. At the same time, the thought I didn’t know what to do disheartened me. He held my hand saying he would help me. I was pleasantly surprised by his kindness so I asked if he could lend me some money so that I could spend the night in some hotel. I gave my golden earrings to him saying he could keep them until I had given his money back. He didn’t want them and suggested going at his place. At that very moment I felt an uncontrollable need to slap him hard across the face, but I just got up swearing at him, grasped my suitcase and walked away. I heard him saying to stop but I didn’t. A moment later I felt his hand on my arm.
“Don’t touch me!” My voice was harsh again while his was quiet.
“I think you misunderstood. I’m just offering you a safe place where to sleep and something to eat.”
“And you don’t want anything back?” I snarled.
“No. Nothing.” He smiled slightly shaking his head.
“I don’t see why I should trust you. I don’t even know you and you could even be a serial killer!”
“Do I look like a serial killer?” he laughed,
“No!” I couldn’t help smiling while I looked at his sweet dark brown eyes. “But they never look like serial killers!”
“Well, you’re totally right. But I assure you I’m a good person!”
“Why are you doing this?”
He shrugged and replied still smiling, “Because I’m sorry for you and want to give you a hand.”
I knew he was sincere so I accepted his invitation. I asked if he had a computer since it came to mind that I could email my friends and let they know I was fine. He chuckled in a very lovely way saying he hated computers. I managed to email them all the same but they would read my message just the next day at work. He gave me his home number so that they could call and talk to me. He grasped my suitcase so we caught a cab and in ten minutes’ time we got at his flat.

In the meanwhile, he had introduced himself. His names was James and he lived in St John’s Wood. His flat had a nice cosy feel although it wasn’t very big. I noticed at least three guitars in the lounge, two leant against the wall and the other, which was an acoustic guitar, was over the sofa together with some scores.
“How many guitars!! Are you a collector?” I enquired. He gave a short laugh and said,
“Um, kind of. Guitars are my biggest passion.”
There was a square table by a big window and a silver frame was over it. There was a black-and-white picture of a man and a woman on the day of their wedding. I had no need to ask who they were. He showed me the house. The kitchen was small and tidy, then ‘my’ room, and finally, the bathroom. He showed me where I could find some clean towels and even a bathrobe, which I wore after taking a shower. We ate some Indian food he had ordered by phone and later I went to bed exhausted.

I woke up around midnight, about a couple of hours later. I had forgotten to ask James for some water before going to sleep and, since I was parched because of the spicy food I had eaten, I decided to go and fetch some. When I opened the door I saw that the light in the lounge was still on. As I drew nearer I could hear James playing one of his guitars and when I reached the threshold I saw him sitting in the sofa with a cigarette in his right hand and a glass of whiskey before him. As he realized my presence, he stopped playing and stubbed his fag out on an ashtray after finishing it.
“Did I wake you up?” He asked.
“No, don’t worry!” I smiled stepping in. “I’m just dying of thirst.”
“Help yourself then!” He smiled back sipping his whiskey.
I entered the kitchen and I took a bottle of water from the fridge. I returned to the lounge asking if I could stay there with him for a while. He said he wouldn’t mind some company at all, so I sat on the sofa but not too close. He started playing again and I felt like I could stay and listening to him for ages. The touch of his fingers on the chords was extremely delicate as if he was scared that they might break. But all of a sudden I noticed something that was about to kill me! I was drinking some water when I realized that his penis was…‘moving’ under his brown combats. The water I was drinking went down the wrong way and some came out of my nose. I started coughing as harder as I could till my eyes filled with tears. It felt horrible. I had never been worse. James was so tender with me. He immediately stopped to give my back some pats, then when I was better, he slowly massaged my back moving his hand in circle. I completely got over it in a few minutes, so I told James to play something to me again. This time I didn’t dare drink! I screwed the cap back on the bottle and I tried hard not to look at his crotch. But every attempt was useless. I could see him getting harder little by little but I was comforted by the fact he kept looking down at his guitar. I felt my cheeks burning, so I pressed the bottle against them alternatively. He soon realized what was going on since he noticed I was staring at him just ‘there’. He covered his face with a hand and apologized visibly embarrassed. I burst out giggling and he followed me at once.
“Does it happen frequently?” I inquired,
“Oh shit…I don’t have a clue! I’m always too concentrated to worry about this!” he said with a sheepish smile. Then he put his hand over my thigh and came close trying to kiss me.
“James you’re not playing fair!” I said quietly pulling back. He looked at me with a puzzled frown on his face. “You said you didn’t want anything back, remember?”
“Hang on…You came here…”
“I told you, I was thirsty.”
“Ah! So the fact you’re wearing nothing under your pyjamas is just a pure…erm…coincidence?!” He whispered in my ear. The sound of his voice and the smell of smoke and whiskey in his breath were turning me on. “I guess you still haven’t realized you’re all wet!”
I looked down and I noticed he was right: my pyjamas pants really were wet! I stood up and simply said,
“Goodnight James!” so I went back to sleep.

The next morning I got up early. I had a shower and I packed my suitcase before going to the kitchen. James was making some coffee. He had just had a shower. His hair still was wet and ruffled. He whispered ‘good morning’ when he saw me entering and asked if I wanted a cup of coffee. Timidly, I replied I’d prefer some tea but that coffee was okay. He glanced at me saying that making some tea wouldn’t be a problem at all. The sound of his hoarse voice sent shivers down my spine. I sat down and didn’t say anything.
“Look…” He began without looking at me, “I’m sorry. Last night…erm…I could justify myself saying I had been drinking but I won’t. I only want you to know I didn’t mean to show you a lack of respect.”
The phone rang before I could speak. It was one of my friends. We arranged to meet where they worked so that they would give me their flat key. I told James I was ready to leave after breakfast. Since he had to go out, he offered to accompany me at the tube station.

We didn’t speak a word until we got there. He gave me a tenner to buy tickets and anything else I would need. His kindness embarrassed me. For this reason I knew I had to tell him the truth.
“James, before going, I need to tell you something. I know who you are, what you do for a living…I didn’t say anything yesterday ‘cos I wanted you to know me for what I really am…just a dumb, clumsy girl.”
“Erm…I’ve got to buy some fags and newspaper…need anything?”
His words left me perplexed. I wondered if he had listened to what I had said.
“Um, something to read. A magazine.”
“OK! Be back in a sec.”
He returned a couple of minutes later with a cigarette in his hand. He handed me the magazine he had bought and after a moment of silence he said,
“I knew it. Maybe you’re a bit clumsy, but you’re not dumb at all. If you hadn’t known who I was you would’ve never come at my place.”
“That’s true.” I said softly with a little smile. “I should go now. Thanks a lot for everything.” I went on giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“It was a pleasure giving you a hand. Have nice holidays and don’t lose anything else!”
He kissed me on the cheek as well, so we said goodbye and he left.

Some minutes later I was on the train going to meet my friends. I was leafing through my magazine when I suddenly stopped. On a page which advertised a mobile I could read a cellphone number written in pen followed by these words: ‘Call me anytime. James X’

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