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Lauren Gisal Part 13
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Lauren Gisal
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EROTIC FICTION SUCH AS THIS THEN SEEK MEDICAL
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Chapter 13
Wednesday 29th July
Lauren sat slumped in the lounge watching television. She and Nikki
had just had tea, hurriedly again as Nikki had to get back home to
help her mother. Lauren thought it was about time they had tea at her
place, even if she had to take some food round there herself. Nikki's
mother was an incurably hopeless cook, and Lauren often joked that
she should be presented with a certificate titled `Master Tin-Opener'.
She wondered what she should do the next day, Thursday. Mike had
again gone to stay with Patrik, she didn't want to start her summer
project as that would have spoiled her holiday.
When the phone rang, Lauren hardly heard it above the television.
Whenever anyone called for her it was almost always Nikki so she
was unprepared as she picked up the phone.
"Hi, what's up?" she asked
"It's me, Jim, how are you? I know I promised to call sooner but I've
had to do so much at home" he said, realising that she was expecting
someone else.
"Oh Hi!" shouted Lauren, her heart beating wildly as relief flooded
over her with the realisation that Nikki had lost her bet about whether
he would call her. "I'm fine, fine!"
"I haven't seen you for ten days, four hours and twenty-seven
minutes, you know" he said.
"Silly!"
"What are you doing tomorrow midday? Am I allowed to take you to
the cinema? I'll bring you back before sundown!" he said. Lauren
could hear him smiling. If he had asked her to go to Timbuktu she
would have said yes. She was aware of her mother in the kitchen and
turned her back so that she didn't hear.
"Great, what's on? she asked, thinking about what she had to wear in
her wardrobe. She didn't think that she had anything pretty that was
clean.
"Don't know. We'll see when we get there. See you then?" he asked,
signing off.
"Yeah, tomorrow. Thanks." replied Lauren as she heard the click.
She had wanted to talk longer. She had wanted to talk all night, but
she would have to wait for tomorrow.
Lauren felt that she did have a good memory, but at times it seemed
that things went in and couldn't be found again. So when her mother
asked where she and this mystery Jim were going, it took a little
while to come up with the word `cinema'. Further questioning
revealed `midday tomorrow', but that was it. Lauren didn't know
where he lived, how old he was, which cinema he meant, what they
were going to see and most importantly, of course, what she was
going to wear. Whether these facts were at some time in her head she
didn't know, or care. When she called Nikki she could remember
even less, just that she was seeing him tomorrow and that was it.
Lauren buzzed around the house like a mini-whirlwind, washing,
drying and ironing until she went to bed at about ten o'clock. She
didn't sleep until after one o'clock in the morning, not because she
spent time running her fingers between her legs while fantasising
about Jim, but because she had never been so excited in her life.
End of Chapter 13
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