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Ron's Old Flame
He felt her eyes upon him like a touch. He held her gaze for a long breathless moment. His emotions
almost strangled him as she drew nearer. Her fingers shyly caressed his shoulders Her face was close to
his and he drank in every detail of her soft skin, the desire in her eyes, her eager parted lips as she
breathed into his ear.....
"Look out, you old goat! Watch where you're going!"
Jolted back to reality, Ron almost fell off his bicycle as he swerved to miss the jogger.
Silly old fool! He chided himself. Daydreaming like a lovesick teenager!
He had been unable to get Lola out of his mind, since meeting her again after forty years. He wondered
why she had never married. She was certainly good looking, even now.
Lola was attracted to him too, he thought. Of course she was always very shy. It would have seemed
forward of her to invite him to her house, so when she found he did odd jobs to supplement his pension,
she seemed eager to use it as a pretext.
Ron dismounted his bicycle at Lola's gate. The curtains at the next door window moved as the gate
squeaked open.
Lola came to the door. "Come on in," she called. "I've got the bed ready."
Ron felt his face redden. Could this be the same Lola - the prim shy Lola he had known?
Tingling excitement leapt through his veins as he followed her down the hall leading to the bedroom. His
arm brushed against Lola as he entered the room, sending ripples of anticipation through him.
The bed had been stripped and was propped on its side against the wall.
"It's such a relief to find someone to do odd jobs," said Lola. "See how this leg has come loose. I've
been afraid the bed will collapse under me."
Ron swallowed hard and reached for his handkerchief to mop his perspiring face. "I'll soon fix that." He
heard his voice coming from a long way off.
Lola held the leg of the bed steady while he worked. Her proximity stirred his senses and set his pulse
racing.
Lola was profuse with her gratitude as Ron completed the task. "There's something else I want to ask of
you," she said. "I hope you won't think I'm too presumptuous."
Her touch on his arm sent a quick quiver through his body.
She led him to the kitchen. "It's the sink," she explained. "The water drains away so slowly. There must
be a blockage."
Ron wiped his perspiring hands and crawled under the sink. He unscrewed the full U pipe and emptied the
slimy water into the bucket Lola provided. He peered up through the gap.
Lola picked up the bucket. "I'll just empty this," she said.
She poured the bucket of water down the sink.
Ron bumped his head on the sink as he leapt out, spitting and spluttering. His ardour receded as he
rubbed the lump on his head in profane silence.
Lola, full of apologies, tried to mop him with a tea towel.
"Oh dear," she cried. "Your coat is wet. And your shirt, too. Let me put them in the sun to dry."
Numbly Ron allowed Lola to help him out of his coat, then his shirt. He felt her eyes upon him like a
touch. He held her gaze for a long breathless moment. His emotions almost strangled him as she drew
nearer. Her fingers shyly caressed his shoulders Her face was close to his and he drank in every detail
of her soft skin, the desire in her eyes, her eager parted lips, which took his breath away.
Ron turned from her suddenly. He just couldn't bear the smell of garlic!
Are you alright?" asked Lola.
"Yes, of course," answered Ron. "But I just remembered something I have to do. I'm sorry, but I must go
now."
"Already!" Lola was clearly disappointed. "Look, you're shaking! Let me make you a cup of tea. I'm
afraid I've made you work too hard."
"No thank you, I'm quite alright." Ron's legs felt like jelly and barely held him up. "But I really have
to go."
Tossing his coat and shirt over his arm, he hurried shakily to his bike. Lola followed anxiously.
"I'm sorry I tired you out," she called, as he pedalled away. "I hope you'll have enough strength to
ride home!"
The curtain next door dropped back into place as Lola's neighbour hurried to phone her friends.
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