Chapter 11: Petra’s Story

It was all just so deathly silent in Brilo Barnes’ apartment as he waited for Petra Taylor to begin her story that he gave himself a little fright at the loudness of his own slurp as he sipped at his cup of hot chocolate. At that unwanted intrusion he immediately pulled his cup right away from his lips and waited again.

“Well, firstly” began Petra, “ ... as I have already told you, my name is Petra Taylor and I know exactly who you think I look like. But ... I am not Felicity Randell but ... I am Felicity Randell’s niece. It is because of her that I am here and it is because of her that I know who you are ... Mr Brilo Barnes ... and...”

The woman paused as she took another sip of her drink and said, “Mmmmm, yummm ... this chocolate is delicious ... not too sweet or too strong ... just right ... thankyou very much!”

Brilo just nodded and said with his own cup just below his mouth, “You’re welcome and it was no trouble at all - but do carry on, please. I’m dying to hear all you have to say.”

The woman took another sip then did just that ... carried on with what she had to say.

“Well ... my Aunt ... Aunt Felicity came to live with me in my apartment just before she passed away last year. She had breast cancer that had metastasized. They thought they had been successful by removing one breast already but apparently it was too late. We had always gotten on so well together over the years and I just couldn’t bear the thought of her dying alone in a hospital clinic somewhere so I let her stay with me since I had no husband or family to worry about. And it was a wonderful time together even though we both knew what was coming. Well ... about a week before she finally passed away she sat me down and told me everything ... and I mean EVERYTHING. I think she knew her time was nearly up and used me as a sort of priest to confess to. I didn’t mind because I knew most of it all anyway ... apart from one small detail ... the love affair she’d had with a young teenaged boy before she came out to California.”

Petra Taylor paused again to take a few more sips of her hot drink. At that point she looked up and across at Brilo who was looking visibly upset and disturbed at the news of the death of his boyhood lover in what sounded to him like tragic circumstances. Petra took that cue and jumped across from her easy chair to a sofa sitting just in front of the TV. As she did this she went and took Brilo by the hand over to that sofa then sat her naked body down next to his. The woman then put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into her chest just like any mother would do with a broken hearted child.

Brilo felt the softness of the woman’s breast and nipple against his cheek as tears welled up in his eyes and he cried. He just couldn’t help it. He had not been expecting this at all. As he cried his brokenhearted tears he felt Petra’s arms and hands move gently over his bare skin in her own attempts to comfort him and it worked. Brilo was soon able to pull himself together again despite the salty tears and the dribbly mucus now running down his face and all over Petra’s right breast. Petra made a half hearted attempt to wipe her breast clean but it wasn’t a very thorough job and just served to smear the stuff further around her bare skin. Not really caring about the mess in particular she continued on with her story and so, with Brilo’s naked body now at her side on that sofa, she began again.