A chance meeting.....a beginning - Chapter 3

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The relationship between Alex and Kaitland is growing..

Submitted: January 20, 2008

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Chapter 3

Well that completely floored me!! Laughing Kaitland says, “Yeah, I’m a tease, sorry I couldn’t resist.” The waiter arrived with our coffee and salad, so I was spared replying, not that I capable. I could’ve kissed him. I quickly regained my composure. After the waiter left, “I didn’t know what kind of salad you like, so I just ordered the walnut,” she says as she dishes out some salad into my plate and then into hers. “This is fine, in fact it’s great.” Smiling, she says, “So Alex, tell me about yourself. I would really like to get to know you better.” “You don’t mind if I call you Alex do you?”
“No, not at all,” I say with a crooked smile.
“I was born in Rhodesia, we came to South Africa in 1980, I was only 5, and looked upon the move as an adventure. You know what kids are like; I thought any kind of travel was an adventure. I have two sisters and a brother. I’m the oldest. My parents are divorced; my dad lives in England, his choice. I haven’t seen or heard from my father in a long time. It was not an amicable split, and you know the kids usually are the ones to suffer the most. I miss him terribly, and have tried to get in contact, but it seems he is not interested.” “I’m sorry; it must have been hard for you.”
“Yeah, it was, but life goes on. I just hope he is happy. Anyway, we stayed with my aunt, my mum’s sister, and my uncle. They were so wonderful to help us to get on our feet. We moved around a lot after staying with them a few years. It was during the moving around that I came face to face with what I was. It was very difficult for me. I really thought there was something wrong with me.” I laugh as I remember….it was a very traumatic time…..trying to sort out my feelings, terrified of what my mom was going to say if she ever found out! My mom actually took it quite well, and that was a surprise to me. I was so terrified, but she just held me and told me she loved me no matter what. I was her daughter and nothing could ever change that. She told me she knew what was different about me from the age of 5. My eyes take on a faraway look as I continue with the story my awakening. I do not notice that Kaitland has placed her hand on mine. My mind is back at the school where it happened. “The class was out on the PT field doing some exercises, when the head girl walked past on an errand of some sort. I stopped in the process leg stretches, when I saw her. I just stared. She was beautiful. Long straight blonde hair down to her waist, Smooth tanned skin, grey eyes that could penetrate you with a look that made you weak at the knees, and a body to die for. She stopped to stare back, smiling at me. We just stood there, a moment captured in time. I could feel my heart beating like a runaway train, I was tingling all over. I could hear someone shouting, and when I came to my senses the coach was bearing down on me, her face like a thunder cloud. “What the hell is going on here?” “Sorry coach, I got a cramp in my leg,” rubbing my calf muscle vigorously. She looked at me suspiciously, and said to take a ten minute break. She turned to continue ranting at the rest of the class. I was blushing furiously and looked to see if the head girl was still there, she was…smiling knowingly she moved away. The world could have swallowed me up whole…. I was so embarrassed. Sitting down on the grass, out of breath, feeling elated, and scared...a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach. Strange, that I should feel so about a girl…it made a little scared…I was not sure what was happening.” Kaitland listens, enthralled. Her eyes bright with anticipation.
Later that day around 4pm, after spending an afternoon in detention, for talking back to a teacher, being quite the rebel in those days, I made my way to the PT field, so I could take a shortcut home. I’m walking along deep in thought when I bump into someone. Flinging out my hands, I catch onto the person. “I’m sorry, “I say, “I didn’t see you.” It’s the head girl!!
“That’s ok, she smiles, “accidents happen.”
I am frozen! She is looking at me, smiling, and I’m still holding her hand looking at her stupidly. She is looking at me in a way that makes me ache between my legs. She pulls me gently closer, brushes her soft lips against mine. Kissing her back, putting my hands on her hips. This is ecstasy…!! She pulls away, smiles beautifully at me, and says, “I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest time.”
I look deeply into her eyes, and suddenly know what those feelings are all about. I am excited and ashamed all at the same time. She turns to leave and the one thing that I regret most in my life is never finding out what her name was.”
Coming back to the present, I laugh and say to Kaitland, “You shouldn’t let me get side tracked like that….I tend to ramble on and on.” “Ramble on, I‘ve enjoyed it so much.” I squeeze her hand gently, and finish my salad. “To get to the end of this long winded narration, my family is spread out all over South Africa. I live alone in an old warehouse that I’m busy renovating; it’s a hard work, but very satisfying. I aim to be finished by the end of the year, just got the upstairs bathroom to do.”
“Its sounds wonderful, I’d like to see it sometime.” “I’ll make you dinner,” I say with a wicked grin.
Our salad finished we order some more coffee. We sit comfortably chatting about inconsequential things. Kaitland seems to be such an easy going person; one can’t help feeling at ease in her company. I find myself liking her more and more, apart from the fact that she is stunningly beautiful, I want to get to know the Kaitland behind the beauty. I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame…she is intriguing! There is also that something about her; I can’t put my finger on it….
“Now it’s your turn, if you feel up to it, I find you very intriguing and would very much like to get to know you better,” I look directly in her eyes, and it is returned with a hint of a smile.
Her eyes turn serious, as she looks away. Taking a deep breath…she tells me about herself and her family. She has not had an easy life. Her father was an alcoholic, not the abusive kind, which one wonders if that is a blessing in disguise. Her father just got drunk quietly in a corner of the lounge, watching the television. “I don’t know what got him drinking. He had lost his job some months back, and couldn’t find another; it was very hard on him. He felt that he was the breadwinner and it was his duty to provide for his family. I think it broke him down, not being able to do so. Maybe it was that.”
A look of profound sadness crosses her face as a single tear falls slowly down her face. In a voice thick with emotion, she straightens her back, “My Mum and dad just drifted apart, mum trying her best to keep everything together. I guess she must have really loved my dad; she stayed with him until his death a few years ago. I’m an only child and was out of the house by that time. I didn’t get to say goodbye.” She looks up at me with those big eyes, so full of pain and sadness. For someone who seems to be a strong person, with an outgoing personality, she is at this moment so fragile. I am overcome with emotion, I hold both her hands in mine, and “I can’t begin to imagine the pain you have suffered. I wish that I could take it away, and say that everything is okay, but that would be denying you the need to work through your pain and come out the other side a much better person for it.”
She just looks at me and says, “Thank you.” Letting go of her hands, I say, “Let’s get out of here, I don’t know about you, but I could do with a strong drink, and coffee ain’t it.” “You’re right I could do with one myself, she laughs softly, “especially after that.” I pay the bill, and we make our way out to where we parked our cars. “I will have to get a ride with you; my car is in the garage for repairs.”
I had assumed that she didn’t have that much damage to her car, as I hadn’t had any. “I’m sorry, did your car get very badly damaged in the ‘little scrap’ I say chuckling. ‘The fender got all bent out of shape,” she laughs. I open the door for her, “Hop in, and you can tell me where we can go to get that drink.” It is by this time eight in the evening, the stars are out and what do you know it’s stopped raining!! Driving off, Kaitland says, “Actually I was rather hoping I could have a look at your place, if that’s okay with you.” “Sure, why not,” I say. “Unfortunately I only have red wine at home, is that alright with you.” “Yes, that sounds wonderful, I love red wine.” “Cool.”
TBC


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