Chapter 24

The rest of the week followed the same pattern apart from Sandy’s hospital appointment. When I arrived home that night, her arm was free of the cast she’d been wearing. But, on the way home on Friday night, a thought occurred to me.

“We haven’t been having education sessions,” I said.

“That’s not right, they’re contractually required and legally required as well,” she replied, “you need to ring Ben and sort that out.”

“I’ll be seeing him on Sunday,” I answered.

“Really?” she said, “for what?”

“Get together at his house, so that we can watch the rough cut of episode one.”

“How come I didn’t know?” she asked.

“Because he didn’t mention it until this afternoon,” I said, “and I hadn’t got around to telling you yet.”

“What time do we have to be there?” she asked.

“Noon, we’re having a barbecue,” I replied.

“If I’m going to turn you into an A-merican, I’m going to have to teach you the proper terms. It’s a cookout and the meat’s cooked on the grill.”

“Nope, it’s a barbecue and the grill that it’s cooked on is also a barbecue,” I replied.

“I give up.”

We both laughed.

“What’s your Mum making for dinner tonight?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she said.

“What? Why?” I asked.

“What is she’s not doing the cooking tonight I am, and the why is because she has a date.”

“A date?” I asked, “with whom?”

“Remember the Greek doctor from the hospital?”

“Yes,” I agreed, “she isn’t?”

“She is,” she replied, “I just hope that if she brings him home, they’re quieter than we are.”

“Surely not on a first date?” I asked.

“David,” she said, looking askance at me, “have you ever seen me turn water into wine?”

“No,” I replied, puzzled by the question.

“Then obviously my mother is not a virgin.”

I looked at her a puzzled expression on my face.

“David,” she said, looking askance at me, “she’s a grown woman, her daughter’s a grown woman. If she can get some pleasure, it’s not my place to deny her.”

“You’re right,” I agreed, “and if that is the case then I have the answer.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Regardless of how loud she screams, make you scream louder.”

I made her giggle with that one.

“And how do you propose doing that?” she asked coquettishly.

“Once we get home,” I said, “if you’re a good girl I’ll show you?”

“But what if I’m a bad girl?” she asked.

“Then, I’ll definitely show you.”

I love it when she giggles like that, actually, I love it when she does anything. I think it was just then that I realised that I loved her. Not just ‘I love you’, loved her, but deep down, truly loved her. I also realised at the same time that I hadn’t even thought of Cal in quite some time.

As this momentous realisation hit me, we pulled into the driveway at the house and the driver came round and helped Sandy out, while I climbed out of the other side and walked round to help her into the house.

We found Maria in the kitchen, cooking some sort of stew, which Sandy immediately recognised as Beef Estofado.

“Mom,” Sandy said, “I thought we agreed that I’d cook tonight because you were going out.”

“I know, Darling, but I thought I’d get things started and make it easier for you.”

Maria told us that it would take about thirty minutes to finish off in the oven and there was crusty bread to have with it, which we’d need to just warm through for the last couple of minutes of cooking time. Then she disappeared upstairs to get ready for her date.

The doorbell rang at five to seven, he was a few minutes early. I answered it and invited him in.

“Welcome to our humble home, Doctor,” I said as I ushered him into the living room, “Maria is still upstairs getting ready, can I offer you a drink?”

“Thank you no,” he said.

“Then, please, take a seat,” I said, “I’ll let her know you’re here.”

He sat down as I walked back into the hall and called up the stairs, “Maria, your date is here.”

“Down in a couple of minutes,” she called back as I set off back into the living room, where Sandy had appeared from the kitchen.

“Good evening Doctor,” she greeted him as she sat down across the rug from him.

“Please,” he said, “call me Costas, after all, I am going out with your mother tonight. How are your injuries healing?”

“I’m doing all right,” she replied, “they tell me we’re a little ahead of schedule.”

“Good,” he said, “and the TIA?”

“No apparent after-effects,” she said.

“That’s good,” he said.

Before we could talk about anything else, Maria appeared in the doorway. She was a picture. She was wearing a midnight blue, body-hugging dress that came down to just above the knees and showed off her assets to beautiful effect without in any way being vulgar, dark blue stockings and matching two-inch heeled shoes. She carried a contrasting clutch bag and around her neck was a double string of pearls with matching earrings. Her hair, as always was styled simply and she had on only light, subtle make-up.

“Mom,” Sarah gasped, “you look incredible.”

All I could manage was “Wow.”

Costas stood up, walked over to her, took both her hands in his.

“Μπορώ να το κάνω;” he asked. <<May I?>>

Maria inclined her head slowly, just once and he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

“Is this where I’m supposed to tell you to be sure and have her home by curfew?” I asked.

“Da-ad,” Maria objected in that wonderful two-tone whine that girls affect when either trying to wheedle their fathers into letting them do something or complaining that he’s embarrassing them.

“Enjoy yourself,” I said, “and Costas.”

“Yes, David,” he replied.

“Since tomorrow’s not a school day, I don’t think she needs a curfew really.”

They both laughed as they left.

We stood at the door and watched as he helped her into the front passenger seat of a very nice looking 2004 Mercedes-Benz, made sure she was safely buckled in and then walked round to the driver’s side, looked back at us, waved and climbed in. Less than a minute later they were out of the driveway and on their way to wherever they were going.

“You know,” I said to Sandy as we closed the door behind us, “we never asked where they were going.”

“You didn’t, “ she replied, “I did.”

“And,” I prompted.

“They’re going to dinner at the Hilton in downtown, then they’re going on to a Jazz club. It seems they have a shared interest in that particular form of music.”

“Well, I hope they enjoy themselves,” I said, “your Mom deserves that.”

Sandy just looked at me, a look of amazement on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, “what did I do?”

“You just called my female parent my mom,” she replied, “I don’t believe it, you’re finally going native.”

“Never going to happen,” I replied, “just dumbing down my language so you ignorant colonials can understand me.”

“Just you wait, mister,” she growled, “when I’m free of all this extra weight, you’re gonna pay for that.”

“Whatever,” I replied with a smile, “now shall we eat, then decide how we’re going to spend the evening?”

We ate and spent a pleasant evening snuggling on the sofa in front of the TV set. There was a Premier League football match on the TV, Spurs against Leicester City, so we turned that on and watched it, occasionally distracted by what our hands were doing to one another.

After half an hour or so I put my hand over hers and stopped her.

“If you carry on like that, I’m going to make a mess in my boxers,” I said, breathing hard.

“I wish I didn’t have this cast on, or I could kneel on the floor and take care of it that way,” she said.

On a personal point, I thought the cast was useful, since because of it she couldn’t wear jeans, only skirts, and the first thing she’d done when her mother went out was to remove her knickers. My fingers were having the time of their lives.

“Then maybe we should take this upstairs and let our tongues take over the hard work,” I suggested.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said.

“Then why don’t you set off while I make sure everything’s locked up and switched off down here.”

I did that and then followed her upstairs, her being so much slower moving helped us to arrive at the top together. I took her by the hand and led her into our room where I proceeded to render her into a state where she was ready for what I intended. She still looked beautiful naked even with the casts. Once I had her undressed and on the bed, I shed my own clothes and joined her.

We had experimented in the last couple of weeks and discovered that the best way for us to make love is to have Sandy on her side, and for me to enter her from behind, but I don’t think that she found that particularly satisfying since there was no real contact between us, but I had an idea.

After a good deal of foreplay involving fingers, hands and mouths I had her stand at the foot of the bed and then bend forward from the waist, resting her forearms on the bed, this gave her the right height and angle for me to slide into her from behind a feat which was easily accomplished in that position. It also had the advantage that I could enter her with a little more force than horizontal on the bed, and that on each inward stroke I was giving her clitoris a lot more stimulation, a fact that resulted in her three orgasms before I finally let loose my torrent of seed in her.

As we lay naked together afterwards I cuddled her into me.

“Not long now before you’ll be free of the casts,” I said quietly, “and then we can do a lot better than we have been doing.”

She kissed me, then we rolled over and went to sleep, we never did find out what time her mother came in.

The following morning we were sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee when Maria, accompanied by Costas walked into the room.

“Morning Maria, Morning Costa,” I said cheerily as they walked in, “did you both sleep well?”

The blushes that showed on both their faces suggested to me that neither of them slept much, if at all.

It was a new situation for me, I’d done the walk of shame myself but had never been in what I suppose was normally the parental position. It caused me to smile.

“What’s that about?” Maria asked.

“Just thinking back,” I said.

“To?” she prompted.

“All the times I’ve done the walk of shame,” I replied, “and now here I am, being the parent and the parent’s doing the walk.”

Costas laughed and patted me on the shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re only sixteen?” he asked.

“Not all the time,” I replied, “no.”

Maria started on making breakfast.

“What have you two got planned for today?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Nothing much,” I replied, “I need to do a bit of work on my lines for next week, and I really ought to ring my parents and check when the family are coming out for Christmas.”

“Then you should do that first,” Sandy said, “it’s nine-thirty here, so what’s that five-thirty over there?”

“Yes,” I replied, “so, Mum will be in the kitchen getting tea ready, Dad will be in his study going over the week’s work, it’s probably a good time.”