It wasn't that I was lusting after her body, I was worried and wanted her close until she was truly awake the next morning. I left the bed only to ma...ke one quick telephone call and once to reset the alarm to the front door. I think I finally fell asleep around four in the morning.I woke suddenly with sunlight streaming in my eyes. The bed was empty except for me. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and an old shirt and almost ran downstairs, fearing the worst. Missy was standing in the. He really had pissed of the Gods it seemed. As he had turned back to her she had beamed at him again and said, “about that hotel, ah, it seems with the conference in town and I didn’t call ahead, and I ah, I don’t seem to have a hotel room. His eyes had gotten as big as hers were. “Excuse me? What do you mean you didn’t get a room”? He glanced between the raging storm outside his window and the pixie in his living room. Pixie hell, he’d thought, she’s no pixie she’s a fucking demon! My own. Quite unusual for her. “Want to talk about it?” I asked. “Oh, I don’t know Richard, I really don’t know.” She paused briefly and virtually whispered, “But I think I should, to be fair.” Veronica had bowed her head again and was staring into her tea cup. I was concerned because, in the past few days, she had been most unlike her usual reserved, equitable self. The handjob and the wine drinking were two striking examples of Veronica behaving out of character. “To be fair?” I asked. “Fair to. I hated it. Of course, I missed the endless fucking and the sex games I'd enjoyed with my girlfriend, with her dressed as a nurse or a maid. I also missed the girlie things like knickers and bras s**ttered around our bedroom, but above all I hated it because I'd never really got on with my Dad since I was a teen. In fact, I really disliked him. But I was desperate for a place to stay and so swallowed my pride and asked if I could stay a few days. You see my Mom had blamed him for the break-up.