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Brian breathed a huge sigh of relief. He’d thought for a while that Sue would never leave. Just being around her had made him horny as hell, and he was thinking about things which weren’t healthy for a married man. He put his hand to his head, and wiped away the small line of sweat that had started to collect there. The sweat was as cold as ice. He shook his head involuntarily and tried to push the girl from his mind.
“Are you alright, Brian?” Carter asked.
“I’m fine,” Brian replied, thinking quickly to come up with some sort of excuse “it’s just that…”
“Say no more, I know exactly what you mean.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ha, you don’t have to worry. She has that effect on almost everyone. Any man whose head doesn’t turn when Sue walks into the room is either gay or blind, that much I can say with 100% certainty.” The doctor had nailed it, but at least he offered some comfort. At least he wasn’t the only person who fell apart in the presence of the nymph in reception. “But God-damn,” he continued “How a man is supposed to work with something like that in the building is beyond me.” Brian laughed nervously, but he needed to clear his throat, and the laugh came out as a gargled “hur hur” which made him sound to himself like a dirty voyeur, who had taken an inordinate amount of pleasure from being in the presence of a beautiful young woman.
“In the interests of an efficient work environment, I really should insist that we get rid of her. But what man could justifiably say he didn’t want to look at something like that everyday. Moreover, I have no justification for asking her to leave that doesn’t make me out to be some irrepressible pervert.” The Doctor was walking back over to his desk now, and Brian followed. He needed to sit down. Sue may no longer be in the same room, but his legs still felt like jelly, and he feared that his knees would give way any moment and leave him sprawled on the floor, prostrating himself in front of the doctor, begging forgiveness for thinking elicit thoughts about an enchantingly attractive receptionist.
Carter reached his desk, and sat down in his expensive looking leather chair. It was no match for the one Brian had in his lounge, more a scaled up office chair designed to keep someone comfortable should they need to sit in it for an entire day, which probably wasn’t unlikely in Carter’s line of work. As the Doctor sat, he indicated with a wave of his hand a less elegant chair for Brian to sit in.
“The truth is though, she is just incredible. I’d sleep with her at a moments notice if I ever got the chance, wouldn’t you?” Carter seemed to be pushing the subject a little too far. Brian had come here for a medical assessment to see how long he was likely to live, not to discuss fanciable women.
“No, I’m married.” Brian raised his left hand to make his ring finger viewable.
“Damn, so am I” replied the Doctor, doing the same “But Christ, an opportunity like that transcends the marital vows. To me, Sue is living proof that there is a God, and if God is going to flaunt her in front of me, then I'm sure he won’t object to me tasting the fruits of his labour.” Brian wasn’t sure what to say in reply to that, and so he said nothing. After a few moments, Carter got down to business.
What followed was an hour long conversation about the effects of the cancer Brian had been diagnosed as having. Brian drew up a mental list of what he could expect from the next few months of his life – Carter was slightly less optimistic than Dogra had been, and only gave Brian four months, unless he took some medication of sorts. Random muscular pains, nose bleeds, loss of weight, lack of energy, intense headaches, vomiting, death. The good news was that his cold/flu like symptoms could easily be countered by taking a simple drug prescription that would otherwise be overkill on the average flu sufferer. But since Brian didn’t really have to worry about long-term damage, it wasn’t a problem.
Then followed some friendly advice. Don’t bother to eat healthily, no need for exercise, smoke if you want to, drink if you want to. All the care and attention that people are conditioned to give themselves, Brian was told to cast away. There was no time for it.
The whole episode was finally concluded with Carter giving Brian a list of contact numbers for Doctors he could contact if and when he chose to leave the country. Other than that, and a few words about the possibility of another checkup sometime, the two shook hands and the Doctor showed Brian out of his office.
As the door to the Doctor’s office closed, Brian remembered he was now back in receptionist territory. He remembered the way back out of the building, but that route meant that he would have to pass Sue on his way. He shrugged off the ludicrous idea of fumbling around the building looking for an alternative exit. It was just a girl, and he could handle walking past her for Christ’s sake. So he made his way down this corridor and that, and finally came to reception. He was immediately relieved to find that Sue was not there. Instead, a very conservative looking woman some 30 years her senior was sitting at the desk.
Brian had no trouble walking past her and out of the building, to his car. He sat in is car for a while without starting the engine. Even now he was a little shaken by his experience with Sue, and he had to admit to himself that he had almost wanted to see her again in reception, and had been a little disappointed that he hadn’t. Even thinking about her now brought back that urging feeling in his groin. He had wanted her so badly when he had been around her. It was as if she were emitting some form of mystical, hypnotic aura that commanded him to have feelings for her. Of course, this was not a clever way for a married man to be thinking, and so he tried to dismiss the feelings, which was easy enough to do, since he would likely never see this woman again in his lifetime.
He turned the ignition, and started to make his way out of the carpark. He got out of the visitors bay, and started down the little lane that led out of the hospital complex. He was just about to put his foot down and race out, when he noticed a woman stood by the bus stop just by the end of the lane, she was waving him down. He was going to ignore her, but then he recognised her. It was Sue.
DON’T STOP! Don’t you bloody well dare!
He heard his own voice in his head, but his feet were ignoring him. Even as he told himself that stopping for Sue was the most incredibly stupid thing he could do, his car drew to a stop by the curb next to the bus stop. He still wasn’t quite aware of why he was doing this as his passenger window wound down and Sue’s far too appealing face appeared there. He forced himself to look her in the eye, and his heart almost exploded like a pound of C4 in his chest.
“Hi there” She began
“Uh.. Hi.”
“I know this is strange, but, I missed my bus, and there isn’t another one for another hour…”
YOU ARE NOT GETTING IN MY CAR YOU JEZEBEL!!!
“You need a lift somewhere?” Brian was taken aback. Had he actually said that? He needed to tell her to go away, now, but the words that were coming out of his mouth didn’t fit with what he was thinking.
“Please, I could pay you, if you like.”
“No need. Hop in.” Was this actually happening? Another dream? Brian’s last hope of this situation going well faded to nothing as instead of getting into the back of the car, she opened the front passenger door and Brian stared intently at the windscreen, and not Sue’s legs, as she stepped in and sat down.
Panic buttons were being pressed all over the inside of Brian’s head. This girl, who seemed fully able to control his desires, was now shut in an enclosed space with him. Brian knew that if she asked him now to do something that violated his marital vows, he would do it without a moments hesitation. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and there was nothing he could do about it.
She strapped herself in, and looked over at Brian, a huge grateful beam on her face. Brian resisted the urge to vomit.
“So where are you going?” He managed to ask instead.
“You know Pennyhill Way?” She asked.
“It’s on that new estate isn’t it?”
“Well, not far from it. I’ll show you the way” Not if I bloody well have anything to do with it you won’t, Brian thought. And with that, he pulled off and began an extremely uncomfortable drive with the most beautiful woman in the world sat in the passenger seat.
“Are you alright, Brian?” Carter asked.
“I’m fine,” Brian replied, thinking quickly to come up with some sort of excuse “it’s just that…”
“Say no more, I know exactly what you mean.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ha, you don’t have to worry. She has that effect on almost everyone. Any man whose head doesn’t turn when Sue walks into the room is either gay or blind, that much I can say with 100% certainty.” The doctor had nailed it, but at least he offered some comfort. At least he wasn’t the only person who fell apart in the presence of the nymph in reception. “But God-damn,” he continued “How a man is supposed to work with something like that in the building is beyond me.” Brian laughed nervously, but he needed to clear his throat, and the laugh came out as a gargled “hur hur” which made him sound to himself like a dirty voyeur, who had taken an inordinate amount of pleasure from being in the presence of a beautiful young woman.
“In the interests of an efficient work environment, I really should insist that we get rid of her. But what man could justifiably say he didn’t want to look at something like that everyday. Moreover, I have no justification for asking her to leave that doesn’t make me out to be some irrepressible pervert.” The Doctor was walking back over to his desk now, and Brian followed. He needed to sit down. Sue may no longer be in the same room, but his legs still felt like jelly, and he feared that his knees would give way any moment and leave him sprawled on the floor, prostrating himself in front of the doctor, begging forgiveness for thinking elicit thoughts about an enchantingly attractive receptionist.
Carter reached his desk, and sat down in his expensive looking leather chair. It was no match for the one Brian had in his lounge, more a scaled up office chair designed to keep someone comfortable should they need to sit in it for an entire day, which probably wasn’t unlikely in Carter’s line of work. As the Doctor sat, he indicated with a wave of his hand a less elegant chair for Brian to sit in.
“The truth is though, she is just incredible. I’d sleep with her at a moments notice if I ever got the chance, wouldn’t you?” Carter seemed to be pushing the subject a little too far. Brian had come here for a medical assessment to see how long he was likely to live, not to discuss fanciable women.
“No, I’m married.” Brian raised his left hand to make his ring finger viewable.
“Damn, so am I” replied the Doctor, doing the same “But Christ, an opportunity like that transcends the marital vows. To me, Sue is living proof that there is a God, and if God is going to flaunt her in front of me, then I'm sure he won’t object to me tasting the fruits of his labour.” Brian wasn’t sure what to say in reply to that, and so he said nothing. After a few moments, Carter got down to business.
What followed was an hour long conversation about the effects of the cancer Brian had been diagnosed as having. Brian drew up a mental list of what he could expect from the next few months of his life – Carter was slightly less optimistic than Dogra had been, and only gave Brian four months, unless he took some medication of sorts. Random muscular pains, nose bleeds, loss of weight, lack of energy, intense headaches, vomiting, death. The good news was that his cold/flu like symptoms could easily be countered by taking a simple drug prescription that would otherwise be overkill on the average flu sufferer. But since Brian didn’t really have to worry about long-term damage, it wasn’t a problem.
Then followed some friendly advice. Don’t bother to eat healthily, no need for exercise, smoke if you want to, drink if you want to. All the care and attention that people are conditioned to give themselves, Brian was told to cast away. There was no time for it.
The whole episode was finally concluded with Carter giving Brian a list of contact numbers for Doctors he could contact if and when he chose to leave the country. Other than that, and a few words about the possibility of another checkup sometime, the two shook hands and the Doctor showed Brian out of his office.
As the door to the Doctor’s office closed, Brian remembered he was now back in receptionist territory. He remembered the way back out of the building, but that route meant that he would have to pass Sue on his way. He shrugged off the ludicrous idea of fumbling around the building looking for an alternative exit. It was just a girl, and he could handle walking past her for Christ’s sake. So he made his way down this corridor and that, and finally came to reception. He was immediately relieved to find that Sue was not there. Instead, a very conservative looking woman some 30 years her senior was sitting at the desk.
Brian had no trouble walking past her and out of the building, to his car. He sat in is car for a while without starting the engine. Even now he was a little shaken by his experience with Sue, and he had to admit to himself that he had almost wanted to see her again in reception, and had been a little disappointed that he hadn’t. Even thinking about her now brought back that urging feeling in his groin. He had wanted her so badly when he had been around her. It was as if she were emitting some form of mystical, hypnotic aura that commanded him to have feelings for her. Of course, this was not a clever way for a married man to be thinking, and so he tried to dismiss the feelings, which was easy enough to do, since he would likely never see this woman again in his lifetime.
He turned the ignition, and started to make his way out of the carpark. He got out of the visitors bay, and started down the little lane that led out of the hospital complex. He was just about to put his foot down and race out, when he noticed a woman stood by the bus stop just by the end of the lane, she was waving him down. He was going to ignore her, but then he recognised her. It was Sue.
DON’T STOP! Don’t you bloody well dare!
He heard his own voice in his head, but his feet were ignoring him. Even as he told himself that stopping for Sue was the most incredibly stupid thing he could do, his car drew to a stop by the curb next to the bus stop. He still wasn’t quite aware of why he was doing this as his passenger window wound down and Sue’s far too appealing face appeared there. He forced himself to look her in the eye, and his heart almost exploded like a pound of C4 in his chest.
“Hi there” She began
“Uh.. Hi.”
“I know this is strange, but, I missed my bus, and there isn’t another one for another hour…”
YOU ARE NOT GETTING IN MY CAR YOU JEZEBEL!!!
“You need a lift somewhere?” Brian was taken aback. Had he actually said that? He needed to tell her to go away, now, but the words that were coming out of his mouth didn’t fit with what he was thinking.
“Please, I could pay you, if you like.”
“No need. Hop in.” Was this actually happening? Another dream? Brian’s last hope of this situation going well faded to nothing as instead of getting into the back of the car, she opened the front passenger door and Brian stared intently at the windscreen, and not Sue’s legs, as she stepped in and sat down.
Panic buttons were being pressed all over the inside of Brian’s head. This girl, who seemed fully able to control his desires, was now shut in an enclosed space with him. Brian knew that if she asked him now to do something that violated his marital vows, he would do it without a moments hesitation. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and there was nothing he could do about it.
She strapped herself in, and looked over at Brian, a huge grateful beam on her face. Brian resisted the urge to vomit.
“So where are you going?” He managed to ask instead.
“You know Pennyhill Way?” She asked.
“It’s on that new estate isn’t it?”
“Well, not far from it. I’ll show you the way” Not if I bloody well have anything to do with it you won’t, Brian thought. And with that, he pulled off and began an extremely uncomfortable drive with the most beautiful woman in the world sat in the passenger seat.
I think you'll appreciate a few happenings which are scant few chapters away...
I want it to twist and turn. I want his journey to delve into the darkest recesses of the human pysche. I want to see him plumb the depths of his insanity.
*waits for the next instalment*
*waits for the next instalment*
It's like any novel. The whole plot isn't revealed in the first few brief chapters...
Excellent work, IB. I can see this is building up to something magnaminous but I don't know where it's going. Which is the beauty of it!
Brian breathed a huge sigh of relief. He’d thought for a while that Sue would never leave. Just being around her had made him horny as hell, and he was thinking about things which weren’t healthy for a married man. He put his hand to his head, and wiped away the small line of sweat that had started to collect there. The sweat was as cold as ice. He shook his head involuntarily and tried to push the girl from his mind.
“Are you alright, Brian?” Carter asked.
“I’m fine,” Brian replied, thinking quickly to come up with some sort of excuse “it’s just that…”
“Say no more, I know exactly what you mean.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ha, you don’t have to worry. She has that effect on almost everyone. Any man whose head doesn’t turn when Sue walks into the room is either gay or blind, that much I can say with 100% certainty.” The doctor had nailed it, but at least he offered some comfort. At least he wasn’t the only person who fell apart in the presence of the nymph in reception. “But God-damn,” he continued “How a man is supposed to work with something like that in the building is beyond me.” Brian laughed nervously, but he needed to clear his throat, and the laugh came out as a gargled “hur hur” which made him sound to himself like a dirty voyeur, who had taken an inordinate amount of pleasure from being in the presence of a beautiful young woman.
“In the interests of an efficient work environment, I really should insist that we get rid of her. But what man could justifiably say he didn’t want to look at something like that everyday. Moreover, I have no justification for asking her to leave that doesn’t make me out to be some irrepressible pervert.” The Doctor was walking back over to his desk now, and Brian followed. He needed to sit down. Sue may no longer be in the same room, but his legs still felt like jelly, and he feared that his knees would give way any moment and leave him sprawled on the floor, prostrating himself in front of the doctor, begging forgiveness for thinking elicit thoughts about an enchantingly attractive receptionist.
Carter reached his desk, and sat down in his expensive looking leather chair. It was no match for the one Brian had in his lounge, more a scaled up office chair designed to keep someone comfortable should they need to sit in it for an entire day, which probably wasn’t unlikely in Carter’s line of work. As the Doctor sat, he indicated with a wave of his hand a less elegant chair for Brian to sit in.
“The truth is though, she is just incredible. I’d sleep with her at a moments notice if I ever got the chance, wouldn’t you?” Carter seemed to be pushing the subject a little too far. Brian had come here for a medical assessment to see how long he was likely to live, not to discuss fanciable women.
“No, I’m married.” Brian raised his left hand to make his ring finger viewable.
“Damn, so am I” replied the Doctor, doing the same “But Christ, an opportunity like that transcends the marital vows. To me, Sue is living proof that there is a God, and if God is going to flaunt her in front of me, then I'm sure he won’t object to me tasting the fruits of his labour.” Brian wasn’t sure what to say in reply to that, and so he said nothing. After a few moments, Carter got down to business.
What followed was an hour long conversation about the effects of the cancer Brian had been diagnosed as having. Brian drew up a mental list of what he could expect from the next few months of his life – Carter was slightly less optimistic than Dogra had been, and only gave Brian four months, unless he took some medication of sorts. Random muscular pains, nose bleeds, loss of weight, lack of energy, intense headaches, vomiting, death. The good news was that his cold/flu like symptoms could easily be countered by taking a simple drug prescription that would otherwise be overkill on the average flu sufferer. But since Brian didn’t really have to worry about long-term damage, it wasn’t a problem.
Then followed some friendly advice. Don’t bother to eat healthily, no need for exercise, smoke if you want to, drink if you want to. All the care and attention that people are conditioned to give themselves, Brian was told to cast away. There was no time for it.
The whole episode was finally concluded with Carter giving Brian a list of contact numbers for Doctors he could contact if and when he chose to leave the country. Other than that, and a few words about the possibility of another checkup sometime, the two shook hands and the Doctor showed Brian out of his office.
As the door to the Doctor’s office closed, Brian remembered he was now back in receptionist territory. He remembered the way back out of the building, but that route meant that he would have to pass Sue on his way. He shrugged off the ludicrous idea of fumbling around the building looking for an alternative exit. It was just a girl, and he could handle walking past her for Christ’s sake. So he made his way down this corridor and that, and finally came to reception. He was immediately relieved to find that Sue was not there. Instead, a very conservative looking woman some 30 years her senior was sitting at the desk.
Brian had no trouble walking past her and out of the building, to his car. He sat in is car for a while without starting the engine. Even now he was a little shaken by his experience with Sue, and he had to admit to himself that he had almost wanted to see her again in reception, and had been a little disappointed that he hadn’t. Even thinking about her now brought back that urging feeling in his groin. He had wanted her so badly when he had been around her. It was as if she were emitting some form of mystical, hypnotic aura that commanded him to have feelings for her. Of course, this was not a clever way for a married man to be thinking, and so he tried to dismiss the feelings, which was easy enough to do, since he would likely never see this woman again in his lifetime.
He turned the ignition, and started to make his way out of the carpark. He got out of the visitors bay, and started down the little lane that led out of the hospital complex. He was just about to put his foot down and race out, when he noticed a woman stood by the bus stop just by the end of the lane, she was waving him down. He was going to ignore her, but then he recognised her. It was Sue.
DON’T STOP! Don’t you bloody well dare!
He heard his own voice in his head, but his feet were ignoring him. Even as he told himself that stopping for Sue was the most incredibly stupid thing he could do, his car drew to a stop by the curb next to the bus stop. He still wasn’t quite aware of why he was doing this as his passenger window wound down and Sue’s far too appealing face appeared there. He forced himself to look her in the eye, and his heart almost exploded like a pound of C4 in his chest.
“Hi there” She began
“Uh.. Hi.”
“I know this is strange, but, I missed my bus, and there isn’t another one for another hour…”
YOU ARE NOT GETTING IN MY CAR YOU JEZEBEL!!!
“You need a lift somewhere?” Brian was taken aback. Had he actually said that? He needed to tell her to go away, now, but the words that were coming out of his mouth didn’t fit with what he was thinking.
“Please, I could pay you, if you like.”
“No need. Hop in.” Was this actually happening? Another dream? Brian’s last hope of this situation going well faded to nothing as instead of getting into the back of the car, she opened the front passenger door and Brian stared intently at the windscreen, and not Sue’s legs, as she stepped in and sat down.
Panic buttons were being pressed all over the inside of Brian’s head. This girl, who seemed fully able to control his desires, was now shut in an enclosed space with him. Brian knew that if she asked him now to do something that violated his marital vows, he would do it without a moments hesitation. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and there was nothing he could do about it.
She strapped herself in, and looked over at Brian, a huge grateful beam on her face. Brian resisted the urge to vomit.
“So where are you going?” He managed to ask instead.
“You know Pennyhill Way?” She asked.
“It’s on that new estate isn’t it?”
“Well, not far from it. I’ll show you the way” Not if I bloody well have anything to do with it you won’t, Brian thought. And with that, he pulled off and began an extremely uncomfortable drive with the most beautiful woman in the world sat in the passenger seat.
“Are you alright, Brian?” Carter asked.
“I’m fine,” Brian replied, thinking quickly to come up with some sort of excuse “it’s just that…”
“Say no more, I know exactly what you mean.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ha, you don’t have to worry. She has that effect on almost everyone. Any man whose head doesn’t turn when Sue walks into the room is either gay or blind, that much I can say with 100% certainty.” The doctor had nailed it, but at least he offered some comfort. At least he wasn’t the only person who fell apart in the presence of the nymph in reception. “But God-damn,” he continued “How a man is supposed to work with something like that in the building is beyond me.” Brian laughed nervously, but he needed to clear his throat, and the laugh came out as a gargled “hur hur” which made him sound to himself like a dirty voyeur, who had taken an inordinate amount of pleasure from being in the presence of a beautiful young woman.
“In the interests of an efficient work environment, I really should insist that we get rid of her. But what man could justifiably say he didn’t want to look at something like that everyday. Moreover, I have no justification for asking her to leave that doesn’t make me out to be some irrepressible pervert.” The Doctor was walking back over to his desk now, and Brian followed. He needed to sit down. Sue may no longer be in the same room, but his legs still felt like jelly, and he feared that his knees would give way any moment and leave him sprawled on the floor, prostrating himself in front of the doctor, begging forgiveness for thinking elicit thoughts about an enchantingly attractive receptionist.
Carter reached his desk, and sat down in his expensive looking leather chair. It was no match for the one Brian had in his lounge, more a scaled up office chair designed to keep someone comfortable should they need to sit in it for an entire day, which probably wasn’t unlikely in Carter’s line of work. As the Doctor sat, he indicated with a wave of his hand a less elegant chair for Brian to sit in.
“The truth is though, she is just incredible. I’d sleep with her at a moments notice if I ever got the chance, wouldn’t you?” Carter seemed to be pushing the subject a little too far. Brian had come here for a medical assessment to see how long he was likely to live, not to discuss fanciable women.
“No, I’m married.” Brian raised his left hand to make his ring finger viewable.
“Damn, so am I” replied the Doctor, doing the same “But Christ, an opportunity like that transcends the marital vows. To me, Sue is living proof that there is a God, and if God is going to flaunt her in front of me, then I'm sure he won’t object to me tasting the fruits of his labour.” Brian wasn’t sure what to say in reply to that, and so he said nothing. After a few moments, Carter got down to business.
What followed was an hour long conversation about the effects of the cancer Brian had been diagnosed as having. Brian drew up a mental list of what he could expect from the next few months of his life – Carter was slightly less optimistic than Dogra had been, and only gave Brian four months, unless he took some medication of sorts. Random muscular pains, nose bleeds, loss of weight, lack of energy, intense headaches, vomiting, death. The good news was that his cold/flu like symptoms could easily be countered by taking a simple drug prescription that would otherwise be overkill on the average flu sufferer. But since Brian didn’t really have to worry about long-term damage, it wasn’t a problem.
Then followed some friendly advice. Don’t bother to eat healthily, no need for exercise, smoke if you want to, drink if you want to. All the care and attention that people are conditioned to give themselves, Brian was told to cast away. There was no time for it.
The whole episode was finally concluded with Carter giving Brian a list of contact numbers for Doctors he could contact if and when he chose to leave the country. Other than that, and a few words about the possibility of another checkup sometime, the two shook hands and the Doctor showed Brian out of his office.
As the door to the Doctor’s office closed, Brian remembered he was now back in receptionist territory. He remembered the way back out of the building, but that route meant that he would have to pass Sue on his way. He shrugged off the ludicrous idea of fumbling around the building looking for an alternative exit. It was just a girl, and he could handle walking past her for Christ’s sake. So he made his way down this corridor and that, and finally came to reception. He was immediately relieved to find that Sue was not there. Instead, a very conservative looking woman some 30 years her senior was sitting at the desk.
Brian had no trouble walking past her and out of the building, to his car. He sat in is car for a while without starting the engine. Even now he was a little shaken by his experience with Sue, and he had to admit to himself that he had almost wanted to see her again in reception, and had been a little disappointed that he hadn’t. Even thinking about her now brought back that urging feeling in his groin. He had wanted her so badly when he had been around her. It was as if she were emitting some form of mystical, hypnotic aura that commanded him to have feelings for her. Of course, this was not a clever way for a married man to be thinking, and so he tried to dismiss the feelings, which was easy enough to do, since he would likely never see this woman again in his lifetime.
He turned the ignition, and started to make his way out of the carpark. He got out of the visitors bay, and started down the little lane that led out of the hospital complex. He was just about to put his foot down and race out, when he noticed a woman stood by the bus stop just by the end of the lane, she was waving him down. He was going to ignore her, but then he recognised her. It was Sue.
DON’T STOP! Don’t you bloody well dare!
He heard his own voice in his head, but his feet were ignoring him. Even as he told himself that stopping for Sue was the most incredibly stupid thing he could do, his car drew to a stop by the curb next to the bus stop. He still wasn’t quite aware of why he was doing this as his passenger window wound down and Sue’s far too appealing face appeared there. He forced himself to look her in the eye, and his heart almost exploded like a pound of C4 in his chest.
“Hi there” She began
“Uh.. Hi.”
“I know this is strange, but, I missed my bus, and there isn’t another one for another hour…”
YOU ARE NOT GETTING IN MY CAR YOU JEZEBEL!!!
“You need a lift somewhere?” Brian was taken aback. Had he actually said that? He needed to tell her to go away, now, but the words that were coming out of his mouth didn’t fit with what he was thinking.
“Please, I could pay you, if you like.”
“No need. Hop in.” Was this actually happening? Another dream? Brian’s last hope of this situation going well faded to nothing as instead of getting into the back of the car, she opened the front passenger door and Brian stared intently at the windscreen, and not Sue’s legs, as she stepped in and sat down.
Panic buttons were being pressed all over the inside of Brian’s head. This girl, who seemed fully able to control his desires, was now shut in an enclosed space with him. Brian knew that if she asked him now to do something that violated his marital vows, he would do it without a moments hesitation. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and there was nothing he could do about it.
She strapped herself in, and looked over at Brian, a huge grateful beam on her face. Brian resisted the urge to vomit.
“So where are you going?” He managed to ask instead.
“You know Pennyhill Way?” She asked.
“It’s on that new estate isn’t it?”
“Well, not far from it. I’ll show you the way” Not if I bloody well have anything to do with it you won’t, Brian thought. And with that, he pulled off and began an extremely uncomfortable drive with the most beautiful woman in the world sat in the passenger seat.