Sand Storm
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 9
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“You know what.”
“Edward’s driver has just left, taking him with him. Edward has apparently gone into the office. I am therefore going to finalise my report for the council. It is still snowing. I shall not build a snowman.”
“This is no way to treat me. You know I cannot get to your house because of the weather. Not only that, but I cannot get to any of my customers. This weather will ruin me. Now, I need full, lurid and detailed information, and I need it right now. What happened, Ger? Tell me.”
Geraldine inwardly sighed. She did like to tease Anne a little, but then again, Anne was a good friend and a confidante. Geraldine knew that Anne would not give anything away, but then there was really nothing to give away, yet.
“We kissed.”
“I kissed my sister last week; that means nothing.”
“I didn’t think you had a sister.”
“That is beside the point.”
“Well, I got a bit tipsy last night...”
“Hello? This is me. I could tell that when you rang me.”
“ ... and gave him a bit of a slobbery one to go to bed with – he was in the guest room. He could probably smell your perfume from Monday when you stayed over. I haven’t changed the sheets yet, you know? Anyway, I fancied him to death and gave him a real smoochy, sensual kiss. I mean I put everything I had into it – everything I knew how. It really turned me on, I can tell you.”
“And he responded how exactly?”
“He went to bed.”
“Without you?”
“Yes”
“Mean man.”
“Yes. It has been a long time; I never expected I would forget how. If you know what I mean, I mean a girl never forgets, does she? Anyway, the dreams I had, though. I really thought at one point that he came into my room, and, you know...”
“How would I know?”
“It was an intense dream, so realistic. I actually felt his hands on me; I mean, actually felt his fingers on my boob, his weight on my body, his...”
“You were drunk; are you sure that he didn’t actually come in?”
“Well, I wasn’t that drunk, and I had jammed a chair up against my door, and it was still there this morning, so he couldn’t have got in if he had tried, and I am sure he didn’t, try, I mean.”
“So you fantasised?”
“Oh golly yes. In a big way. Most realistic ever. Now I’m worried that he won’t live up to my dreams. Well actually I was worried, but I’m not now.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, this morning we had this really bizarre discussion on Santa Claus and God, and believe me, it was almost surreal, and then we went in to the kitchen to make breakfast.”
“Sometimes Geraldine, sometimes you can be the most infuriatingly annoying person. And then what?”
“Well, I put the coffee cups in the sink, turned to go to the oven to turn the grill on, and discovered it wasn’t the grill I had turned on. I found myself in his arms, and we kissed again. This time he kissed me, and boy, can the man ever kiss? Oh yes he can; he gave me as good as I gave him last night with interest. My knees actually went. Can you believe that? I almost swooned.”
“And?”
“He was aroused, very. It was most obvious. I pulled away from him.”
“Why on earth did you pull away?”
“Well, I didn’t want to embarrass him; his dick was kind of pushing into me, you know?”
“I doubt if any man would be embarrassed under those circumstances.”
“Anne, it’s been a long time since Iain. And Edward is, well, I’m not sure what he is, but I have a feeling something quite special is about to happen.”
“You kissed him. He went to bed. You got up, he kissed you, and you pulled away. And this is something special? Give me ordinary any day.”
“You don’t understand, do you? When I pulled away, I looked down at him. He looked me straight in the eye and didn’t make any silly comment; he just held my face and kissed me again, very slowly and very deeply. I did the only thing I could.”
“You didn’t?”
“I pulled him to me so that I could feel his dick and I kissed him so hard back he could be in absolutely no doubt whatsoever, at all, no doubt, unmistakable. I took his hand from my face and placed it on my boob. I mean how clear does a girl have to make it?”
“Well, what happened?”
“He actually groaned as he touched me even though it was only through my blouse. He kissed me again, still gently but with a huge amount of passion, and then I realised that his hand had dropped to my waist and then further. His finger was stroking my crease through my knickers.”
“Well, what did you expect, silly?”
“And then the bloody doorbell went. It was his driver. A Range Rover outside and a driver on my doorstep, and I had just got Edwards’ hand just where I needed it. Ooh, it was so frustrating.”
“What did you do?”
“I went doolally, I think. I unzipped his trousers, put my hand inside, and, holding his dick firmly, I said, “You had better come back, you know.” I let him go and then turned my back on him.”
“Good grief, Ger. If you hadn’t been interrupted, would you have, you know?”
“Too right. Oh, you have no idea how much I ached all night, the dreams I had. I haven’t felt that way about anyone, ever, not even when I was married to Iain. I so wanted him right there and then on the kitchen floor if necessary; I just wanted him to have me, lock, stock and soaking barrel. And if he hasn’t got that message now, then there is no hope for me.”
“Some people don’t get the message no matter how blatantly it is dangled before them. Anyway, you’ve just become a nympho; don’t worry about it. He’d probably put something in your drink. It’ll wear off.”
“Anne, I think I’d notice if someone was being blatant in front of me. And anyway, he didn’t put anything in my drink, believe me; he didn’t. There is nothing to wear off. I so want this man in my life and in my bed.”
“And what does he want?”
“It doesn’t matter what he wants. I shall have him, I shall get him, and I shall keep him. He has nothing to say in this matter. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
“So what’s next?”
“I want to do my council report. Edward suspects that the council will want to postpone Friday, and he may be right, but I want to be ready just in case.
“Idiot, I mean about Edward. What next?”
“If he can get back later, he is bringing steak and wine. It depends on how bad the weather gets.”
Geraldine passed a few more details to Anne, and after agreeing to go shopping when the weather cleared to help Anne choose some thongs, they cut the connection. Geraldine was not joking; she really did have an ache deep in her loins. She wanted Edward so much her fanny was wet just at the prospect. She had work to do; moping around after him was no good. She went up and showered and, after slipping a silk robe on, went into the home office to add the completing touches to her planned presentation.
She was just going through the presentation for the third time, hopefully for the final time, when the phone rang. Pressing the key to pause the presentation on her laptop, Geraldine picked up the phone and answered. “Hi, it’s Geraldine.”
“Hello, darling. How are you?”
“Oh, hello, Daddy, fine. I’ve been a bit busy doing the report for the council I’m due to give on Friday. I suspect it won’t happen, but I really want to be ready just in case.”
“Okay, fine. How is Edward Seymour coming along?”
“Oh, fine, Daddy, fine. We had dinner at Chez Nous yesterday. Tell you what, Daddy; I know that he’s a spy.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, let’s be honest, you came back very quickly with a clean bill of health on him, and when I talk to him about his work, he talks a lot and says nothing. He does admit to working for the Department of Overseas Analysis – whatever that is – and had to go in today to help solve a crossword puzzle. I mean, I ask you.”
“What can I say, darling? I did a search and got a good positive vetting back. Yes, he works for the government in an advisory capacity, and I had good testimonials back. If he is a spy, by the way, how dramatic of you, darling? Then I probably wouldn’t know, kind of defeat the object, don’t you think, if a humble policeman can find out so simply?”
“You are far from ‘humble’, Dad. I suppose you may be right, but I still think that he is some kind of James Bond. His car has a talking computer, people run around after him in special taxis that I am sure are not real taxis, he works for some strange mysterious character called ‘The Colonel’, and the whole county comes to a stop – buried under snow, but not him. Oh no, rather than spend time with me in my bed, he gets picked up to go into the office to help with a crossword clue.”
“I see.”
“Do you, Daddy? Do you see what I see?”
“No, darling, I don’t see what you see. What I hear is a daughter who seems to have been left by a man when she wanted him to stay. Apart from that, nothing untoward. Some people do have important jobs, and some people’s opinions are important. Have you heard of government think tanks? Perhaps what Edward does is something along those lines? I don’t know, but I worry about the James Bond analogy; he was a fictional character, renowned for womanising you know, and I for one would worry if my daughter were another of James Bond’s conquests.”
“Oh, Daddy, it’s not like that, not really. Edward is very real, not fictional, and it was probably me manising, or doing whatever the opposite of womanising is, rather than him womanising – and he left me when he could have stayed. Daddy, I was on a plate for him, if you know what I mean?”
“Darling, more information than a father needs, although I am pleased you have possibly found someone and displeased to hear that he seems to have deserted you against your wishes.”
“He’s a cad, Daddy! Seriously, I need to do work today, and he would have just been a distraction. He’s a really nice guy, and he is not stupid. You know we had this really strange discussion on whether Santa Claus exists or not; I still cannot get over it.”
“Do you want me to do some more digging?”
“Wouldn’t hurt, Daddy, but I suspect that you won’t find anything.”
“Do you want me to add Santa to the search list?”
“Very funny, Daddy. Not bad for you. How’s Mummy?”
“Well enough, well enough, although, like the rest of the county, she is stuck at home. She was due to chair the weekly WI meeting today, but thankfully that’s been cancelled. This time of the year and this type of weather are treacherous, and hips do seem to break more easily as we get older. I am glad that we are stuck in. I might go and clear some of the snow tomorrow morning – it’s too late now to be going outside and getting a chill.”
Geraldine looked at the office clock. She hadn’t realised how late it was. She had worked all day and hadn’t stopped for lunch and hadn’t even realised it until now.
“Golly Daddy, I hadn’t realised how late it is. I have things to do. Give my love to Mummy, big kiss to you, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“Bye, love,” and with that, she hung up the phone, made sure that her presentation was saved, burnt an additional copy to CD-ROM, just to be on the safe side, and closed down and switched off her laptop.
“Well, Edward?”
“Sir.”
“Oh come on, man, well, Geraldine Paige, daughter of a DCI, your date for last night, well?”
Sir, she is exactly what she appears to be. She is just exactly as it says on the tin, if you’ll pardon the expression. She is a woman, a single woman with no complications, and may I stress that, sir, there are no complications. We had a date last night; it went well.”
“And?”
“And, when we have finished here, I am going back.”
“Oh, my apologies for keeping you from more pressing matters.”
“Sir, sarcasm really doesn’t fit the moment.”
“The T’s & C’s?”
“It is not looking good, Sir; there would appear to be widespread corruption in the Turks, and I am detecting a fair amount of animosity towards the crown.”
“Do you need to go to Providenciales?”
“Yes, I think so. I want to get a real picture of the local scene. Intercepts are one thing, but, as you know, I like to get my feet wet.”
“Well, it’s sure to be a tad warmer than here, Edward, that is for sure.”
“That really isn’t the reason, Sir. I am truly detecting actionable animosity towards Her Majesty and the UK Government, and what I do not know is the reach of the criminal elements and what action they might conscience depending on how the UK responds to the corruption.”
“Get Rosemary to make plans.”
“Sir”
‘Bloody timing,’ Edward thought as he left TC’s office. “I just don’t need this right now. “Oh well,” he said aloud as he sat at his workstation, “can’t be helped. She will either understand, or she won’t.” He decided to phone Geraldine as soon as the arrangements were made. He picked up the phone and called Rosemary.
“Hi Rosie. I need to go for a walk, I am afraid.”
“Typical,” Rosemary’s laugh came down the phone to him, “and I bet it’s somewhere hot.”
Geraldine went downstairs and gathered up the various cups, saucers and plates that had been used over the last day, stacked the dishwasher and put it onto a quick wash. ‘Right, that’s the place mostly tidied,’ Geraldine thought to herself; a quick fluff up of the cushions on the settees and the place looked presentable. Well, almost. Out with the Dyson and five minutes spent walking over the house pushing a noisy purple vacuum back and forth, and finally Geraldine was satisfied.
Geraldine opened the front door and had a good look outside. It had been snowing continuously for the whole day, and it was deep. Luckily there was no wind, so it hadn’t piled up in drifts, but there was a lot more than when Edward had gone earlier that morning, and there were several inches more snow than there had been last night when they got home from the restaurant. ‘Probably would be a good idea to clear the snow from the driveway and path,’ Geraldine mused, ‘later, tomorrow. ‘Anyway, not now.’ Geraldine decided, shutting the door and going upstairs to get ready.