The first part of this little tale can be found here. You don’t need to read it before reading this, but I’d kinda like it if you did, I’m quite proud of it.

Her stomach fluttered as she fingered the slinky material of the camisole lying on top of her open case. She tried to imagine her lover’s face, the feel of their hands on her skin through the silk, she blushed at her own thoughts. It probably wouldn’t even come to that. The creak of the door shook her from her reverie and she hastily shoved the camisole back into the case as her mother’s head peaked around the door. She blushed again as she saw the knowing smile on her mother’s face indicating she had been caught. She suppressed a sigh, expecting the words even before her mother opened her mouth.

“Is there someone special?” hope and concern flitted across her mother’s features as she stopped before uttering the final words “at last.” She knew they had been there, on the edge of her mother’s lips. She was right. Twenty four seemed old to have never had a serious relationship, but was it so wrong to wait for the right person to come along? Besides, what chance did she have of meeting anyone stuck here, in the deepest, darkest, loneliest spot in the corner of the country?

She took a deep breath, looked her mother straight in the eye and opened her mouth to speak, again she saw the shadow of concern, maybe fear, cross her mother’s face, and she faltered, stammering out a “No, no, no one special. Just the gang. You know.”

Her mother’s face relaxed and she threw an arm around her daughter comfortingly, “Well, maybe you’ll meet a nice boy this time, put this little fad behind you, huh?” She opened her mouth to speak again, but stopped, what was the point? She’d explained how she felt, what she knew in every fibre of her being to be the truth, her mother had tried to understand, she knew it, but it was too much for her to grasp. She’d been brought up in different times, with different beliefs, different values. She’d told herself it was a passing phase, and stuck to that, clammed up or changed the subject every time she had tried to talk to her since. Only with time would could acceptance. She could feel that. Her thoughts ran again to the weekend ahead, it would be so different there, she smiled again.

She fastened the case, checked again for tickets, the little present she was carrying, threw her arms around her mother in a tight embrace. “I have to leave, I’ll see you on Monday.” She heaved the case off the bed, dragging it behind her to the car, and placing it in the boot. She took the time to have one last glance at the camisole, the familiar flutter starting again. She couldn’t hide her smile as she got into the drivers seat, soon she would be certain, she would know for sure that this wasn’t just a fling, just like she’d known for so long, deep down, it wasn’t just a fad. She wouldn’t see concern or fear or judgement in the faces of anyone there, no one would give them a second glance, except maybe to smile at a couple in the first flush of their love.


Her eyes scanned the car park as she arrived at the hotel, searching for that smile, those welcoming eyes, they locked, and the fluttering intensified. Barely pausing to lock the car she ran to her lover’s arms, their lips pressed together for the briefest of moments, the promise of things to come, relief washed over her, she was glad she brought that camisole. Hands wandered, found each other and fell together naturally as they made their way to reception to check in. Waiting in the queue, flirting with their eyes, drinking each other in, they barely noticed those around them, the lady in the fabulous costume, the ordinary looking girl with the huge smile on her face, and the man in a mini skirt with the most fantastic legs who waved at them as he passed them by.

There was no concern or fear or judgement in their faces, they barely gave them a second glance, except maybe to smile at two girls in the first flush of their love. She was home.