"Angel, I'm sorry, to say the job I offered you isn't available, but after Labor Day, it may be."
Heartbroken she'd cried out,"That's okay Doc, you can forget it--and me--for good!"
An hour after slamming the phone back on the wall, it rang. She prayed it was him.
"Hello?" she said timidly, wanting it to be him, afraid it was. "Hello?"
Doc's barely audible voice came through like a growl.
"You are so goddamn beautiful . . . I almost hate you for it."
"Yeah, right, whatever, but don't hate me."
"It'd be a hell of a lot easier than what I'm feeling now."
"What are you feeling Doc?"
"That I want you naked, underneath me."
"I want you too Doc," she gushed.
All she could think of was being in his arms again, him making love to her--over and over again--being under him.
Waiting for him to say more, she felt vulnerable. Scary shit, she thought, and here I am, deep in it again.
"Gotta go Angel. It'll work out in time. Think about all I said earlier, not just part of it. Then ask yourself if it's true that you want me to forget you. If your fuse is that short, maybe you should go your way, and I'll go mine."
His words cut deep. He wasn't sorry at all. She felt like he'd cut her heart out.
"I take it this is your final call, a gentleman's gesture to give us closure."
She thought to herself, how kind of the son-of-a-bitch.
"Doc. Forget me. Forget the job. Stay away!"
And for the second time in one day, she hung up on him.
Love is hell she thought.
*********************
But the week before, love was heaven.
It wasn't just Angel, Doc had felt it too. Right after they parted he got a smile on his face he couldn't wipe off.
People in the subway stared at him and he wondered if they could tell he had just had the best sex of his life.
That night after he'd left her, he stopped at his office and slept for a few hours, packed and took "The T". This time to Boston's Hilton Back Bay Hotel.
Arriving at five a.m. gave him plenty of time for a breakfast snack and to catch up on his reading before he was due to leave at six.
From the lobby, the Limo-Liner would transport him and forty other guests to the Hilton New York City.
Reading his mail in between sips of coffee, he looked up and saw a woman with a name tag that said "Skylar". She wore a prissy white blouse, short black linen jacket and a thigh high houndstooth skirt. She reminded him of Angel. The first time he met her at the Cantab. Nice, sharp, but out of place.
The woman kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, adjusting the toes of her jet black sheer stockings--rubbing each foot--and then slipping it back into her open toed sling-back fuck-me high heels.
All the while she kept eyeing Doc with an invitation that was hard to ignore. And maybe that was the point.
Finally she walked over and handed him her card, and a pager. "I'm Skylar, one of the attendants traveling with you today on the Limo-Liner, if you need any help, you may page, text or tweet. I'll be on duty at six."
Later when she licked her lips and smiled in his direction, he smiled back at her, but then looked past her, through her.
He wanted to be alone with his memory of Angel, maintain the warm glow he felt from the night before.
All the same, he was grateful for the reminder the woman provided--that you can't tell a book by its cover.
There are lots of attractive women in the world, he thought, but it's what's inside the package that makes all the difference.
Angel was like a breath of fresh air. Simple and unspoiled. Appreciative of everything. Wholesome. Honest. Sexy.
Nowadays, he was ready for the dream girl he'd imagined in his youth, a story book love. Someone like Angel? He didn't know.
Maybe he was getting old. Soft. Whatever it was, the usual women he hooked up with just didn't appeal to him anymore.
His mother tried to help. She was always trying to set him up with women she judged to be "our kind". The very ones that caused him trouble.
If it hadn't been for the kids, the last one she fixed him up with would have been the worst of all. She was a good parent though, and he was grateful for that.
Bottom line was he'd had his fill of Ivy League women and their lush gated communities--right along with the chick-flick types who used him as a stepping stone to get where ever the hell they were going.
At least the women he'd dance with at Cantab understood his life style and he understood theirs. It was easy. Clean cut. No unrealistic expectations.
A shared night or two, a warm body providing release, two ships passing in the night, it was as good as it got. Not bad.
By contrast, women like Angel tended to look into the future after they had sex.
Dealing with their misplaced expectations took time and patience he didn't have but this time was different. He was going to take all the time it required. Do whatever it took to make her his.
******************
That was last week when he was in heaven.
Now he was in hell and couldn't figure out what exactly had gone wrong with his dream, his Angel.
Was it was because she heard him wrong? Didn't hear him say he'd find something else for her?
Didn't she understand he still wanted her to be his personal assistant--the nanny for his children during holidays?
Doc felt badly, but what could he do. She'd told him to stay away from her, twice.
********************
Late at night when he couldn't sleep for thinking about her he'd pace the floor and grumble, "Better to find out what she's really like now, rather than later. "
*********************
Meanwhile, In anticipation of the job with Doc, Angel had quit the Charles Hotel for a temp agency job a few blocks away at the MGH Hot Line Crisis Center.
She had done similar work on an 800 prayer line at the convent, so she had no trouble getting hired.
From 11 to 3 a.m. she counseled on the hot line. From 3 to 7 a.m. she helped patrons in the crisis coffee shop.
Ironically she continued to see many of her previous customers from the Charles.
But not Doc who she missed dearly. She thought about calling him, but her pride wouldn't let her.
After a week of mourning, she crossed him off her list--threw him in her mental trash barrel along with the painful memory of Jack Steeple.
Trouble was he wouldn't stay there--he kept creeping back into her mind.
******************
Despite all her denying and stuffing, her heart ached. It wasn't the first time in her life she had been dumped, but she swore it would be the last.
*********************
Walking home from work, she'd find herself singing her dad's favorite song "That's Life."
Then like in the song, she'd "roll up in a big ball and die," stay in her room and watch old movies--eat so much it made her sick.
But not for long.
********************
She still had to deal with a problem she'd neglected. It was her time of the month and she was late. Very late.
Old concerns about her two day "marriage" with Jack Steeple flooded her thoughts and dominated her mind.
***********************
Apprehensive and ashamed, everyday she'd put off buying a pregnancy kit, praying instead for divine intervention.
Even she knew this was foolish. If she were pregnant, God wasn't going to come in and do away with a baby and call it a miracle.
Nevertheless, everytime she went to the bathroom she'd check and find nothing and pray. "Please God, let it happen--let it start--make my period come."
*********************
At her new job she met Todd, a cop, a plain clothes detective who usually stopped in around 4 a.m. to the "Hot Spot"--the short name for the MGH Crisis Center Coffee Shop.
Each night he'd show up about the same time. It didn't take long for him to give her a short course in street smarts.
She learned how to read the late night crowd--how to spot the prostitutes, pimps, exotic dancers, sex offenders and con-artists. Before long she become a second pair of eyes for him.
One morning coming in later than usual, and acting drunk, he told her, "Angel I'm on a 'Busman's Holiday'."
"What in the world's that Todd?"
"That's someone who comes back to visit the place he works on his day off."
He was so jovial, she thought he only pretended to be drunk in order to nab a perp.
As it would turn out, it was his day off, and he wasn't pretending. He'd been drinking.
Being a slow night, the two of them talked a little bit about everything.
After awhile the conversation turned personal. He asked if she had a boyfriend and what she did for fun.
"Not much, she told him."
"Life's too short for that Angel, you should learn to enjoy the area, all the nearby beaches. Go to Provincetown."
"Yes, I lived on Cape Cod, in Oak Hills, but never visited "P" Town. It sounds like my kind of town though--cottages, culture, water and boats."
Seeing her interest, he said, "Why don't you join me? I'm headed that way this morning."
It didn't take much to persuade her.
At 7 a.m. they took off and bought tee shirts and a few toiletries at the Harvard Coop and the CVS.
Cramming them in their back packs they took "The T" to South Station to catch the Peter Pan to Hyannis where they would board the ferry to Provincetown.
**********************
By noon they were biking along a trail that overlooked the water.
Before long they stopped at a picnic spot to try and figure out the details of their min-vacation and where they would stay.
Deciding to visit various inns in person they put their planning on hold and spread out their deli lunch, ate, and visited.
"Todd, it's so nice being with a happy go lucky guy like you. Since moving here, friends are what I've missed most."
"That's nice of you to say Angel. You're pretty nice yourself. Afraid I have the same problem as you when it comes to friends,
I get so caught up in my work."
"Well, I'm glad we're friends. I've grown to like you Todd, you're a good guy."
"That's me, the good guy cop in the white hat daily pursuing the bad guys in black hats. By the way, have I ever told you how sexy I think you are?"
"No, but thanks . . . I like your looks too. The girls at work all think you're quite the hunk."
Giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead he laughed and said, "Now you tell me!"
*******************
After eating they felt more tired than ever and decided to take a nap under the picnic table.
"I sure am glad you thought to bring those sheets Angel."
"Yeah, the hotel gave them to me so I had them in my locker, just never had taken them home."
Locking their bikes to the table, they spread the king-size sheets over and down and under the picnic table to build a make-shift tent.
Sinking into each others arms and the deep warm sand they soon fell sound asleep.
********************
A few hours later, they woke up sweating and decided to go for a swim.
Since they had their bathing suits on under their clothes, they were able to peel down and jump right in.
Despite all her bad memories of Jack, and deep grief over Doc, Angel found herself soon responding to Todd's not so subtle advances in the water.
Before long, she was hot and horny despite the cool water.
Suddenly getting a severe cramp, Angel hollared out. Todd swooped her out of the water and carried her on to shore.
Depositing her on the sheet underneath the picnic table, he began smothering her with kisses.
Before she could say, "Don't do that!" Todd had removed his swim trunks and lay flat on his back with a totally erect cock at a 90 degree angle.
It was huge and begged to be touched as it throbbed and beckoned towards her.
"Touch it baby . . .
stroke it . . ." he groaned.
"I can't . . ." she said looking away.
"Sure you can . . . ."
Reaching over to his backpack he took out
a travel pint of apricot brandy. "I swear," he
said, "this will not hurt you, take a swig for me . . . yourself . . . it will relax you."
Loving the scent, she took the bottle from him saying, "Okay, maybe it'll help. I AM up tight."
Immediately she felt warm and tingly all over--no longer did she want to resist--him or herself.
Unsnapping the top of her swimsuit he said, "Here, drink another," handing her the bottle while kissing one of her big round boobs as the other hand tugged off the bottoms to her bikini.
Sprawled out naked under the picnic table with people walking by, the difference between "raw sex" and "making love" became clear.
*****************
"Maybe sex for sex's sake doesn't hurt like love," she told him as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and moved it up and down.
"Oh my God, I love how you do that . . ."
"It's beautiful Todd. So thick . . . so hard . . . so smooth . . . ."
His mouth left hers and trailed tiny kisses down the side of her throat as she continued stroking him up one side and down the other--paying special attention to his blue vein and crown--what brought forth from him the biggest groans.
Placing one of his feet between hers, he slipped his hand under her bottom and then between her thighs and then her clit to gently rub it back and forth.
Her insides melted deep within and she let herself feel for the first time in her life the touch of a man that she wanted for no other reason but to satisfy the animal in her.
Lifting her leg she straddled his body core and kissed his shoulders and his nipples as he did hers.
"You look good up there, he said, his voice deep and ragged.
Moving his hands up to the sides of her beautiful round white breasts decorated with small dark pink nipples, he added,"You feel so wonderful to me, I need you bad."
Licking them like an ice cream cones, he delighted in watching them pucker, her response to his touch while she moaned and worked his cock harder.
"I want you inside so, I ache for you down here, I want to sit on you, ride you, rock on you, but I can't, I'm afraid I'll get pregnant."
"It's okay baby, it's okay, I'll buy us some protection at the pharmacy, we'll use it tonight."
"Are you are sure it will work . . . "
"It'll work . . . in the meantime were gonna take what we got right now . . . make that work too . . . I can make you cum and you can me cum . . . ."
With that he flipped her, turned her upside down in the sixty-nine position.
With his big long fat tongue he fucked her frantically, rubbed her clit, and played with her tiny bum hole, while she continued to do an outstanding job sucking his massive cock.
Over and over they matched their powerful thrusts and time after time the sensations overwhelmed them completely, making Angel call out--totally forgetting they were in a public place.
"Oh my God, my God yes,yes, yes, yes, it feels so good, don't ever stop . . . oh Todd
. . . . keep doing it . . . ahhhhhhhhh . . .
Oh my God! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Falling back he took his member out just in time letting his hot liquid spew forth like a fountain spurting and running down her neck, all over her chest.
Collapsed at peace on top of each other, exhausted wet, and happy, their serenity was short lived, interrupted by a hard, loud rapping on the picnic table above them.
"What the hell is going on under there!"
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To Be Continued: Runaway Angel (Part 6)
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