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Jerry answered for us, “Ours is on Christmas Eve.”
I decided, “Leighton, you come to us on the Eve. The three of us will go with you to your parents’ on the Day.”
Done.
I did my therapy like clockwork and even more often. My spirits had been lifted by Leighton coming back around, by the burger-boy issues being resolved, and by knowing what the possibilities were for my business at the New Year.
Leighton had a wonderfully loving family. A real, not-dysfunctional family! And we’d spend some more time together soon.
Mid-December, I got cleared to start walking on my broken leg. Even with the cast still on all the time, I was jubilant! It had come with a walker-foot built in, but now, at last, I could put it to good use.
My arm had a lot more mobility and strength was returning. Roberta had given me a Qi-Gong exercise book by a Chinese doctor, and I added some of those exercises and was seeing results.
All these weeks that I had been home, Leighton interrupted almost every one of his work days to come and be with me for lunch. He would call me every evening to sing to me. Or lately, to sing with me.
About a week before Christmas, he wanted to know, “Samantha, darling? Can you come and spend the night with me? Maybe we'll try one night for now? See how your maneuvering goes?”
I saw the hilarious pleading look on his face.
“Oh,somebody is horny!”
He pretended to look around him for someone else, and got a mock outraged look on his face to say, “Who? Who are you talking about?”
We burst out laughing together and he snuggled his lips into my neck.
He said, “I thought …”
“I thought you’d never ask. How ‘bout Friday? And, you! How ‘bout you work a full day for a change? You make me feel guilty about keeping you from your mad-cap inventing work. Especially after your dad spilled the beans on your prolific creativity.”
Reassuring me, “Don't you worry about how much I do or don't work. Everything's fine. I have been checking up on my girlfriend, I’ll have you know. Taking care of her is a very important job, indeed.”
He leaned in for a long, lingering, warm kiss, “You do realize that, don't you? I have to get my girlfriend back not only into fighting form so she can bake up a small storm. I have to get her back on the dance floor …”
He leaned into my ear to whisper, in his deep sexy voice, “And back into my bed.”
“Friday,” I promised.
Our Friday night, our Official Date Night was a little different after weeks of me being in a wheelchair, wearing two casts, and being busted up, bruised, and broken. Not to mention having a hard time breathing right after the fall.
There was one activity on the agenda. One. I could hardly wait.
Leighton picked me up at home. He came in a car as usual and passed me into the back seat with him.
For a change, I wore a simple dress with a flared skirt that floated around my calves. Easy to walk in.
He was still solicitous of my comfort. No fast moves. No twisting and such. He helped me walk without seeming to. I was at ease walking in the cast by now.
I saw through his moves.
“Baby, I’m fine. Fine!” But I couldn’t keep my hands off him any more than he could.
Finally upstairs in his penthouse, in his living room, he wanted to settle me on the sofa.
I shook my head. “No, baby.”
“Tell me what you need, my beautiful lady.”
“I needyou.I want it steamy, hot-n-heavy-n-fast. I want you to ravish me.In your bed. Rightnow!”
