Angel returned to the main entrance of the Charles Hotel where Theodore waited for her.
All checked in and freshened up, she was ready for her first night on the town.
He took her hand and said, "You look beautiful. Wait until the guys see me with you . . .
I'll never hear the end of it."
"Thank you! Where is your car?"
"I'm leaving it here. The valet took it. I work part-time at the school of music and often park here anyway when nothing is available at the Church Street lot. It's just as cheap and handier to South Station as well."
"Really, you teach there?"
"You could say that . . . . Jazz History . . . I substitute on occasion. We'll be better off taking 'The T' than trying find a parking spot at the Cantab."
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Harvard Square's MTBA subway stop was only three minutes away. The short train ride to Central Square landed them a block away from the front door.
Neon signs filled the windows, music blared into the street. Coming and going were a constant flow of colorful characters of every description.
"You're gonna see everything, it's "Club Bohemia" on Sunday nights. Brace yourself."
Laughing she said, "Why is that Theodore?"
"Well, your first impression's gonna be I've taken you to a dive, but the place is actually famous and well run. Best of all, my friend "C" runs a good show on Sunday nights. She gives us 'wanna-be's' a chance to jam with the best."
"Which musicians have you liked most?
"Weeping Willie and Joe Cook stand out . . . . B.B. King too. They've all played the Cantab."
"Those names sound familiar . . ."
"Yeah, their legends. If we get lucky, one of them may show up tonight."
As soon as the bouncer saw Theodore with his trumpet, he waved them in with a big smile, saying, "Have a good time you two!"
"Watch your step Angel, the floor, it's rough and uneven."
"Yikes, I guess so!"
"This floor's a piece of history. Some places you can see seven layers of chipped floor tiles--goes all the way back to 1957 when they first opened. By the way be careful what you touch. Are your tetanus shots up to date? Just kidding, I never got sick from their food."
"Looking nervously around she said, I'm feeling afraid Theodore."
"Don't be sweetie, remember there's good and bad among all people. Stick close to me, and you'll be fine. I've good friends here."
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The bar was filled with people dressed in far out night life bling and street clothes of every description.
Lounge Lizards decorated the bar and added to the decadent atmosphere. Nursing their drinks, they appeared to absorb all around them, but said little unless approached.
The bartender, a hard working good old girl with a very North Boston accent greeted them.
Trying to put Angel at ease, she pointed to the men in front of her, "Hey, these guys aren't much different than you and me," BUT this character," she said nodding to Theodore,"you gotta watch out for him!"
Theodore reached across the bar and pulled her pony tail saying "Pay no attention to her. . . . she's jealous of you."
"Hey, Angel, I don't. I take guff and big tips too--so long as I can laugh all the way to the bank, I'm happy."
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Walking to the front, Theodore said hello to the musicians and placed his trumpet on top of a an original Kurzweil piano.
Nearby, a fan shook Theodore's hand, gave up his table and bought them drinks.
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When he took a break he asked her, "What do you think so far?"
"I like it. I've never been in a place like this. I love how you play. What's it called again?"
"Rhythm and Blues--Jazz-- depends on the night. The Blues should be obvious and the jazz . . . well, that's been around since the 1900's . . . actually you can take just about any piece of music and turn it into jazz."
"What kind's your favorite Theodore."
"I'm partial to Swing, the Big Band sounds, the 30's, 40's, 50's. Some call them Standards or Frank Sinatra Songs, even Billy Holiday Songs. There's many new singers doing them too."
"I know what you mean, they end up being scores in movies. Sure wish I could dance like the people here."
"Angel that's what's so great about this place. The dance floor is always full. Musicians love it."
"I don't know how to dance. I never learned. I tried this past month and got laughed at."
"Sorry to hear that. Tell you what . . . I'm not planning to play much more tonight . . . I'll teach you a few steps and how to follow."
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As the guys played Ray Charles arrangement of 'Georgia,' he said, "Shall we dance?"
First time out, Angel was able to follow, didn't trip once.
Smiling down at her he said, "You learn quickly . . . I'm amazed, how you melted into my arms . . . that's exactly the way it should be . . . you're a natural."
"Theodore, I thought it would take me forever to learn even one dance like this."
"You are a good student . . . . but listen, I want you to dance with another man here tonight. He's known for his dancing . . . I want you to learn, so you can be at ease dancing with any man. Not only me."
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Pointing he said, "That's the man I want you to dance with, 'Doc'. He's a good guy and a great dancer."
Looking over she saw a good looking man, forties, maybe
fifties. It was hard to tell.
When introduced, she asked where he was from. "I was born here in Boston, but was raised in Madrid."
She asked him if her dancing difficulties could be cultural. "Could be, but whatever your background, I'm honored to dance with you . . . ."
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Doc's body meshed with hers. What made her a woman came alive as his manhood pressed against her--waltzed her every which way--molded her body to his.
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Theodore came back after a few dances and cut-in on Doc who told him, "You break my heart, she is magnificent and now I must turn her over to YOU?"
Laughing he responded, "Your job is done, I only wanted YOU to teach her, show her she can dance with others, warm her up for me, go now, you are excused."
Seeing Angel's face flush, Theodore gave a knowing grin to both of them saying,"Okay, you two, one more dance, before we leave."
As the last song began, Doc and Angel fell into each others arms with relief and danced to slowly to Billy Holiday's special arrangement of "Body and Soul."
Never wanting the song to end, Doc whispered in her ear, "I do hope you come back again, slip me your phone number, or something, I want to see you again for sure."
Angel liked him. Too much. Instead of saying anything she squeezed his hand and smiled.
All she needed in her life, was another man she'd fall head over heels in love with like she had with Jack Steeple.
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Back at the table Theodore asked her, "Did you have a good time with the Doc?"
"Very, he is an amazing dancer. Between the two of you, I am definitely growing in confidence."
Theodore patted her hand saying, "Angel, I need to get you back to your hotel. You've had a long day, and so have 'The T' doesn't run past 12:45, we'll have to take a taxi."
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Back at the Charles, he walked her up to her room. "Thanks for everything Theodore. I had a wonderful time. You have been so good to me . . . ."
"And you, to me Angel. You have brought me more pleasure than you can possibly know. My only regret is that I must leave you now . . . . "
"What do you mean? "
"Nothing. I'll call you to see how you are doing. Remember to check out the cafe I told you about. They're hiring right now."
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Once in bed, she wrote in her diary, "My first day in Boston. I'm so thankful for Theodore taking me under his wing. It's as if he was on heavenly duty especially for me."
Reminiscing and reliving the events of the past 24 hours, she wrote in her diary.
"P.S. I forgot to mention I met TWO men. Theodore had a friend at the Cantab he insisted I dance with--'Doc'--he was very nice, but most of all he made me feel I could be truly aroused by a man."
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Even though she was relaxed, sleep didn't come easily.
Lingering thoughts roamed around her mind as she put herself back at the Cantab, right into the comforting arms of Doc.
She pictured him. His awesome face, his body. Recalled how aroused she had felt with him when he pressed close to her, his lips to her neck as they danced.
She imagined his lips all over her, fondling and kissing her breasts, turning her nips rock hard.
Feeling as if she was floating in another time and place, all pain of the past few weeks vanished.
She was safe now, far away from Oak Bluffs--happy to be alive--wanting to let it all go.
Putting a pillow under her hips, she thrust her hips rhythmically between the sheets feeling closer and closer to Doc. Her hands became his hands.
Wanting him deep inside, she pretended he held her pelvis, and penetrated her hard and fast telling her how much he loved her.
Reaching down between her legs, she imagined her fingers, were him working their way into her slit, pumping her, sending an urgent message she could not deny, bringing forth a cry she could not contain.
"I need you so much, do it to me, just like that, I love it, I want it, don't stop, ohhh, ohhh, please . . . . . love me like that forever."
Her primeval cry gave relief to a life time of pent up desires. Content she rested until the phone rang and startled her.
It was the front desk. "Are you okay? A scream was reported coming from your room."
"I'm okay, but thanks for checking."
"By the way, not to alarm you, but an unidentified person was reported in the hallway near your room. We're sending a staff person up to check him out."
She'd no sooner hung up the phone when she heard a knock.
Looking through the viewer, she saw that it was Doc with her purse in his hand.
Opening the door a crack with the security latch on she heard him say, "Angel, I found your purse. I didn't feel comfortable leaving it with anyone . . . I called Theodore and he gave me your room number."
"That is so good of you Doc.
I don't know what I would have done without it. Thank you so much!"
"Glad to do it. Are you going to open the door so I can give you your purse?"
"How about if I meet you down stairs in the "Round The Clock
Java House" for breakfast?"
"Sounds good Angel, see you there."
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Downstairs they had breakfast, a short one. It was late and they both had big days ahead of them.
Walking her back up to her room he gave her his business card saying, "Call me when you get settled or if I can help in any way."
Shaking hands with him she thanked him again and said goodbye.
"My pleasure pretty lady, by the way, how long has it been since you've been with a man? You are single I presume."
"I'm not sure . . . don't remember exactly. And yes, I'm single."
"If you can't remember, it must have been bad sex, which in most cases is worse than no sex at all."
She nodded and blushed.
"That's not healthy you know."
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It was all she could do not to run down the hall after him, but she wasn't about to further complicate her life.
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After a good nights sleep she she prepared to apply for the coffee shop job, had breakfast, and took the 7 mile walk along the Charles River.
Returning she found the employment office and filled out the application. After a short interview with the manager, she was hired.
They asked her to report for work that night at 11 p.m.
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The job couldn't have been more perfect as a temporary solution.
Then too there was the matter of clothes. At this job, she wouldn't need a big wardrobe. The hotel furnished uniforms.
It didn't pay much, but all tips you earned, you got to keep. That would get her by nicely between paychecks.
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Spending one more night at the hotel, she got up early to try and find a room to rent weekly within walking distance.
The first place she called was the Young Women's Christian Association--the YWCA.
They told her if she came over, they would give her a list of homes that were approved by them.'
After looking at several places, within walking distance, she selected the nicest one. It was owned by Helga, a widow woman from the Netherlands.
Helga gave roomers kitchen, living room and laundry privileges' and the convenience of an old-fashioned pay telephone on the wall in the entrance.
"The girls all call me Mother Helga," she said, "but I stay in my own quarters, won't bother you. However if you need me, I'm here."
Introducing Angel to a few of the roomers, Helga told her, "You will find the girls here are nice. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine."
Angel took the only room available and paid two weeks rent. Walking the ten blocks back to the Charles seemed shorter than when she had come.
In good spirits, she almost skipped back.
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The next day, deciding Mother Helga's was too far of a walk with a heavy suitcase, she spent the last of her money on cab fare to make the move.
Angel began to feel as if she had it all.
Spending money, meals, clothing, laundry, a telephone, and other young women as potential friends--even a surrogate mother.
Life was sweet. Almost.
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Every night Theodore came by the Charles after work to sit at the counter and have coffee, to visit and see how Angel was getting along.
This night he asked, "Do you recall Doc from the Cantab?"
"Yes, how could I forget?"
"He asked me about you. I gave him your phone number tonight, I hope that was okay."
"It's okay. He seems like a good guy, I was supposed to call him, but it hasn't worked out."
As if Theodore was reading her mind he added, "Seems the good doctor is looking for a nanny and personal assistant.
I've heard he pays well."
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To Be Continued: Runaway Angel (Part 4)
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