Page 66 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

‘Rex! Rex! what has happened have you got news of your father’?
‘No! No! forget about my father – this is more important. The first time I saw you I really liked you, I mean really liked you. But I was afraid you would see me as a child, I have been too afraid to say anything, till now. I agreed to go out with Jenny to try and distract myself. But Amber it’s not working’.
‘I put my finger to his lips to stop him talking. ‘Rex I really like you, I mean really, really’.
Rex waited no longer and leaned forward and kissed me passionately.
‘Oh Rex! Your ten years younger, I’m too old for you ---- I ----. Stop!
‘I don’t care Amber’, Rex kissed me again and I wanted it more then he will ever know. As I caught my breath, I pleaded with Rex to take it slow.
‘We have to be careful, Jenny will not like it and may get difficult. At the moment you are experiencing a lot of different emotions. What with the business about your father ---- plus ---.’
‘Amber I agree to take it slow, I want to come and see you and take you out for dinner to nice restaurants go for country walks make passionate love, please say you will give it a chance’, Rex was pleading.
‘Right we’ll give it a few months and if we still feel the same, we’ll tell everyone’, I assured him, ‘You will have to talk to Jenny she does not believe it’s over’.
By the time I persuaded Rex to go back to the bar and help lock up it was after midnight when I got home. I fell into bed exhausted. I dreamed of Tony --- having a row about Rex, Tony shouting, ‘He is only a child’, saying that he is a substitute for a baby. ‘How cruel’, I sobbed.
On my last evening shift, I had a chat with Penny about my painting classes.