Thorn between two worlds

Confuesed and drunk on love

He is getting ready to leave. Oh I don't want him to leave. Last night lingering on my skin. His so skilled with his strong hands and long fingers. I touch my lips trying to relive his lips on mind . How his tongue invaded my mouth kissing me so wanting and deep like its the last time he will ever kiss me. His skilled hand lingering down my body onto my s*x where softly and skilful caressed my c******s.  You gonna walk me out like that? he mummers  interrupting my revive. Please don't go yet? I beg him. I have to be at work tomorrow and give feedback you know that. Hein is a police captain and comes here when he has to testify in court. Oh how I love him, but I will never say it to him. His a well build, dark haired young man with brown eyes and delouses plumb lips. He is a no nonsense guy but can be so shy sometimes. He never takes me anywhere. He just phones me up and says, hey I'm in town tomorrow can I see you? I always say yes no matter what plans I have. And now he is leaving again.

I get dressed and walk him to the police van in my parking space. I know Ciara has seen it and will be butchering me soon enough about the mystery's policeman that visits me odd hours of the night and then leave early the next morning. I've learned to ignore her, besides its my business , I don't ask her about the men standing in line by her door. Ciara is a very beautiful woman. She is a little taller then me and has a body to die for and she knows it. She is always well dressed and carry's her brunette her short bob always well groomed. She is very out going loves dancing and not shy like me. My phone buzzes and I hope its my sweet love sending me a last message.

But its not.. its Mr I don't know... I have been getting these sweet messages from who knows. I suspected my ex fiancé but its been going on for two months now. I send the most unpleasant messages in the beginning but it left Mr mysterious untouched he just kempt sending me sweet good morning messages.  I am at work and I get a really good idea. I phone the number on my phone from the work telephone. Why am I only thinking of this now...

Its February almost Valentines day...  Good day Mr Botha  I am phoning form  Latina's restaurant and you made a reservation  last month  but we seem to have the wrong spelling for the table setting please can you spell me your surname. No s**t brew you got the wring number I am  Justin Kotze. Whoa! it worked... Well well Justin I am Elena and you have been sending me messages for two months now. who are you and where did you get me number?

beeb beeb beeb   HE HUNG UP THE PHONE. I am beaming with fury but I think its more because I really miss Hein and I need to direct it somewhere so I am taking it out on poor Justin.