Following on from All My Lovers, Amy and Gary get back to work, try to figure out how to explain their new car and plan their wedding. This story is from Amy's point of view again.
I managed to squeeze my car past the Aston Martin that Geoff had placed in our driveway as an early wedding gift, we'd not even arranged a date for it yet, but it was a very sweet thought. I think we'll have to break into some of his money to pay the insurance for it, I'll be taxing the insurance comparison sites tomorrow.
Anyway, I'm too tired to think, it's 5am and we'd just had an energetic holiday followed by a long flight in a big shiny aeroplane, so it's time for bed.
We slept pretty much the whole of New Year's Day, I woke up in the early evening and made us some coffee and sandwiches, then we made long slow love and fell asleep again in each other's arms.
The clock radio woke us to the sound of some god awful pop song at 6:30am, back to work for us both, I padded downstairs in just my bunny slippers, Dot the elderly lady from down the road was walking past and saw me through the window. I waved her over, she's used to seeing us naked, and is amazingly cool about it for a lady in her 80's.
"Happy new year Dot"
"Oh happy New Year to you Amy, did you have a good holiday?"
"Yes, it was fantastic, so great to see Julie and Jackie again. Gary was especially pleased to meet them both."
"I bet he was, and how is everybody?"
"They're all brilliant, Geoff is thriving over there, his business is doing better than ever, I never knew that they had a big Polo scene in Texas, but they do. He's got about 250 square miles of land including a really big lake. Oh that reminds me, we're getting married, look at my ring..."
"That's beautiful, did he get down on one knee and do it properly."
"That's the funny thing, we both proposed, without the other knowing we'd both decided to propose at the same time. We even bought our rings from the same shop and we didn't know."
"I think that's a good sign, you're meant for each other. Whose is the fancy car outside?"
"Oh that, it's ours, Geoff bought it for us as a wedding gift. Secretly he had us test drive as part of a game he plays, then he asked us which was our favourite and bought us one. If I'd known that was what he was doing I'd have picked something more difficult to find."
"Well look at the time, the church won't open itself, so I'd better get going, nice seeing you again dear, say hello to lover boy for me."
"Good bye Dot."
The coffee was ready, so I took a mug up for Gary and stepped into the shower, we swapped places after I'd finished, kissing quickly as we passed in the hallway.
I dressed and headed downstairs, popping some microwave porridge on to cook whilst I poured some more coffee for us both.
Gary came downstairs tying is tie and tucking his shirt in. I told him about my chat with Dot as we ate our porridge, then we had to make a decision about which car to take to work. It wasn't that hard a decision to be honest, so despite the lack of valid insurance, or a tax disc, we decided to take the Aston because we can get from home to school without hitting any main roads.
The drive was not as fun as I'd hoped, yes the noise from the 6 litre V12 engine was incredible, and the burble from the exhaust every time I changed down did something very interesting to my insides, but driving this £190,000 down a narrow country lane in the dark, is probably the most nervous I've been since my driving test.
We turned a view heads as we drove into the car park though, the school is still closed to most students for a couple more days, but there were a few around who had one-to-one sessions with tutors, and they made straight for us as we parked. They had many questions for us, so to keep things simple we'd borrowed the car from a friend who was away for the holidays.
A few of the staff had heard the car rumble into the car park, so they got the same story until we could think of a reason we could possibly own a car like this.
There really wasn't much work to do, so most of the day was spent chatting with the rest of the girls in the office who'd spotted my engagement ring like hawks, they wanted all the details about how Gary had proposed, they loved the fact that we'd proposed together, and had bought rings separately from the same shop.
--I trawled the price comparison sites for insurance, the prices ranged from very expensive to eye watering. In the end I phoned our solicitor, Martin, he had some experience in this area as he'd handled Geoff's insurance. Martin said he'd check with some brokers direct and sort it all for us. An hour later he rang me back saying he'd managed to sort our insurance for a little under £3,000, which was more than expensive but less than eye watering, he was also sorting the tax disc out, which would be about £1000 for the first year. Running a supercar certainly wasn't going to be cheap, but I couldn't really complain seeing as it had been a gift from our generous benefactor Geoff.
The rest of the week was pretty boring to be honest, we used the Clio as our daily transport, driving the Aston along the narrow roads in the dark wasn't at all relaxing, even Gary, who admitted he loved the car almost as much as he loved me wasn't happy driving it.
On Friday though we drove it into Lancaster, we picked up Pixie for a double date, she could handle us both with ease. As the smallest of the three of us I got to try out the almost non-existent back seat and Pixie sat up front with Gary.
"Wow Amy, this is fantastic, did Geoff buy this for you?"
"Well we didn't steal it, and I didn't win the lottery, so that's the only other option. He bought it as an early wedding present."
"Oh right, what do you mean early wedding present, you getting married?"
"Yeah, look at my ring..."
"You bitch, you leave until now to tell me, I need to hug you and this seatbelt make it impossible. Oh I'm bursting with happiness."
She jabbered like this for a few more minutes while Gary wove the car through Lancaster and onto the M6. For a car with so much power it was very easy to drive slowly, it was also very easy to drive very, very fast, something Gary demonstrated as he pointed the car north up the M6, nudging 140mph as we headed for the border.
"Holy shit, this car can shift. I don't think I've ever travelled this fast outside of an aeroplane."
"Oh yeah, she can move all right, it'll touch 180mph on a long straight road, but 140mph is fast enough for now. About 90 minutes to our destination. You OK back there Amy?"
"I may never walk again, but I'll live."
"Where we going anyway?" asked Pixie.
"We've got a suite booked for two nights at the Malmaison in Glasgow. You deserve a bit of pampering, so I've got some sessions sorted for us both in their spa. Gary can read a book in the bar for a while he waits."
"That must have cost a fortune, let me pay something towards it."
--"No you won't, if you knew how much it had just cost us to insure this car you'd go mental, two nights in a hotel booked through late rooms is nothing in comparison. Gary can you stop at the next services, I've lost the feeling in my legs..."
We parked up at the hotel just before 8pm, Gary lifted our bags out of the boot and we climbed the steps to the hotel reception. The doorman gave us a funny look as he opened the door for us, I suspect he may phone the police about the car as soon as we're out of earshot.
Gary & I booked in, having a third person booking into a double room may be frowned upon almost as much as arriving in a car well beyond your apparent means.
Pixie followed in our wake as we took the lift to our suite, I'd managed to bag a duplex suite, the bed up on a mezzanine level with a roof window looking out across the Glasgow skyline.
As Gary unpacked our bags I embraced Pixie, her huge boobs pressing against my chest.
"It's been so long since we've spent any time together, I've missed you baby." I said
"I've missed you too, and then you go and get engaged and don't tell me for ages."
"Well we've been busy since we got home and I couldn't tell you before because it was a secret."
"Make sure you keep me in the loop about the wedding."
"No fear on that part, you're my chief bridesmaid, and if you'll accept the mission, my wedding dress designer."
"Holy shit, that'll be an awesome job, as long as you don't want a white wedding."
"I'm hardly a virgin, so a white wedding would seem a little fraudulent."
"Excellent, so what are we doing tonight?"
"Well dinner downstairs, a few drinks, then sleep, how does that sound?"
"I was hoping for something between the drinks and sleep..."
"Of course, I doubt Gary will be able to sleep with the huge hard-on he'll get just being in the same room as you naked, so don't worry about that part."
"Anyway, time for dinner I think, I think you'll like the menu downstairs, lots of rare steak options. Come on Gary, we're hungry."
We headed down to the restaurant where Pixie had a rare sirloin steak with chunky chips, I had sea bass and Gary had calves liver, we washed it down with a couple of bottles of Chateauneuf Du Pape.
After dinner we moved through to the bar, they had a dance floor and a DJ playing some decent tunes. Gary danced with us both in turn, he got jealous stares from some guys, and Pixie got daggers from their partners, which may have had something to do with her pink V-neck sweater showing plenty of her perfect cleavage.
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