*UPDATE* Mr Perfect - CHAPTER TWELVE! 21/10/06 *UPDATE*

Maus · Last edited by Maus on Sat Oct 21, 2006 3:48 pm; edited 7 times in total

New Acquaintances

Ginny sighed as she closed her eyes in the warm caressing sunlight. She sat on the soft sand and wriggled her toes in the smooth grainy blanket. The sun kissed her back, the sound of the waves soothed her ears…, and the ball hitting her face hurt like hell!
“God! Oh my, I am SO sorry miss…dear me, are you alright! Jeese, that’s just so me, I just can’t play ball..” A nice masculine voice fumbled over her and as she squinted through her watering eyes, she saw the blurry outline of a blond man in swimming trunks. Smiling gingerly, Ginny felt the excess tears spill over and she blinked violently, feeling her cheek and nose.
“Oh yes, thank you, I’m fine…mind you would be great if the ball had been softer. I thought beach balls were just blown up plastic bags” she laughed wearily.
The man’s face peered concernedly into her face.
“Oh you’ve gone all red…can I take you to the chemist to buy something?”
“Oh that’s what every girl wants to hear!” She joked. She pushed him gently and he toppled back and grinned.
“Hey, want to play? Or can I take you out to dinner. Say sorry for being so naff at sports?” He held out his hand.
“I’m Johnny. Johnny Barker. I think that the least I can do is to escort you to your hotel…make sure you aren’t concussed!” A cloud of anxiety crossed his face but his dazzling smile shone through almost as soon as it faded.
“Ginny…Ginny Harper. And I guess a drink will be enough to say sorry…numb the not so considerate pain.” She grinned at him and he blushed. She’d never seen a man blush before. Then she noticed his nicely toned body, the gently tanned skin was smooth and clean whilst his smile…wow. His smile was just…beautiful. She couldn’t let him get out of having a drink with her!

Back in her little flat, Ginny tried to think what to wear. <I used to be so good at this!> She thought furiously as she tossed all her clothes out of her wardrobe. Eventually she narrowed the possible outfits down to ten…five…four…two…and a nice black dress that came just above the knee, was halter neck but not smutty and had a nice pattern. She could wear it anytime, not just a date. Not that this was a date, but you can never tell with men!
Once she’d picked the dress, she let her hair down and teased it into a nice do and applied the usual – a little mascara to make her eyes bigger and some lip gloss to make her lips more interesting. That’s all she needed. Satisfied with her apparel, she picked up her phone and bag and headed off to the wine bar at the other end of the beach.
He was there already and had been for 5 minutes it seemed.
“I just wanted to make you feel guilty for making me wait” he joked. But when she reminded him that the pain the ball made her feel outweighed the guilt he apologised merrily and bought them a bottle of wine.
“So. Ginny wasn’t it? What has brought you to this neck of the world? I mean, you on holiday?” Johnny asked after a pause, sipping the wine.
“No. Actually, I’ve recently acquired a flat off of a friend for a cheap price. Well, she left it to me when she died. I haven’t seen her in years; it was a surprise I can tell you!”
“What that she’s dead?” His eyebrows rose over his glass.
“No! God no, that was upsetting…no that she thought of me at all actually. So I’ve moved here. It’s up past the market. Bit noisy during tourist season but…it’s alright.” She smiled in what she hoped was a content looking smile. He was cute, but there was usually a catch with cuteness, as she has found with men….cute but have a wife at home or something equally damaging.
“So. Tell me about you. I’ve been talking about me all evening. Why are you chilling in Barcelona?” She sipped a little too much and almost coughed out loud, her eyes watered and she worried about her mascara. “sh*t! What if it runs? Damn this cheap mascara!” she thought, trying to stem her coughing.
“You o.k.?” Johnny loves that questions too much, thought Ginny.
“Hmm? Yes! Oh yes, just went down the wrong way.” She laughed. “No need to worry! I’m not going to haunt you if I die of this cough that your wine gave me!”
“I’m not doing well here…normally when I see a pretty girl, I chat em up with a corny line and flowers.”
“Well I’d be beautiful if it weren’t for a red cheek!” She joked. For some reason though, Johnny’s eyes were serious though he was smiling.
“I think you’re beautiful anyway.” But the serious moment was fleeting and his eyes were teasing and twinkling at her for the rest of the evening.
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Hannah_. · Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:47 am Post subject:

Wow, 'tis very good Maus. I didnt read it on thesims2uk because i couldnt keep up, i read like one of them though, think it might be the next one..? Anyway, thanks for posting it, 'tis very cool! Wink

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__Ottie__ · Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 2:23 pm Post subject:

Ooh! Awesome! Dangabbit, bedtime, well bye bye!

microtig · Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 7:24 pm Post subject:

very good!!
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__Ottie__ · Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 1:45 am Post subject:

UPDATE!! *glares*

Maus · Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 7:15 am Post subject:

The morning after…?

Ginny woke up startled and looked around the room. <Blimey where am I??> she thought and slowly she tiptoed around the room. Shoes…her shoes. So she wasn’t kidnapped then. What a relief. Then she saw a jacket. Ah yes, a man…JOHNNY! <Oh god, I didn’t sleep with him did I?> A faint memory of a lot of dancing and drinking came buzzing it’s way back into her head. God her head…she’d never had a hangover before and she hated it.
Holding her head, she opened the bedroom door. It lead into a small dark lounge room. Half-asleep, and not paying full attention to where she was going, she barged into a low coffee table hiding in the half light. A very expensive looking lamp tippled precariously from side to side and fell onto the sofa. There was a loud yelp as a huge blanket leapt up in shock and underneath it, Johnny was holding his head and screaming blue murder. He stopped when he saw Ginny.
“Oh Christ it’s you. I thought you were a burglar!” He started laughing and shushed himself as he saw Ginny cringing.
“Oh, sorry. Is the drink catching up on you?”
“No! Well, a little,” she admitted. “But I was cringing at your Sponge bob square pants briefs…I thought you had taste sir.”
Embarrassed, he picked up a cushion for modesty.
“Well, I thought I’d better sleep on the sofa. Can’t have an injured woman sleeping on a couch whilst I’m in the bed. My conscience wouldn’t have let me sleep. But now I guess we’re even” he motioned to the lamp lying on the couch, looking innocent.
Ginny nodded and then ran to the en suite in the bedroom to vomit. She faintly heard Johnny calling to ask if she was “o.k.”
When Ginny finally emerged, looking rough, she smelt something cooking so moseyed on through to the kitchen where Johnny was making pancakes.
“Ah, morning oh freshened one.” He chirped at her, glancing behind him. “Do you want 3 or 4?”.
“Did we…er…did you sleep on the couch, all night?” She asked shyly. “I mean, I only get pancakes in the mornings after the nights before if you get what I mean.”
“Oh don’t worry. I was the perfect gent. Didn’t think it would be right…so I won’t tell you everything that happened last night if you don’t remember.” He winked.
Something inside her stopped. “What ifs” were flashing through her head, but she shook them away. Now was not the time for that little distraction. She smiled sweetly as he placed a plate in front of her.

Meh...updated, now I'm getting ready to go out lol.
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__Ottie__ · Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 7:18 am Post subject:

W00T!! Awesome update!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maus · Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 12:00 pm Post subject:

3. Blown it?

Ginny and Johnny arranged to go out again that evening. Problem was, Ginny didn’t know exactly how it came about. At home, she thought through the conversations.
<Hmm…we had pancakes. Then we got talking – we talked about ourselves, then I asked him how long he was staying….when did we get talking about this evening?> she tried to track down the conversation in her mind as she showered, letting the hot water flow onto her face to get the old mascara off.
Feeling better than she had done that morning, Ginny put on her radio just as Soft Cell’s Tainted Love came on. She loved that song. She didn’t know what it was about it that let her lose her mind to the music and just dance slowly in a way that made her feel hypnotised…as she absentmindedly towel-dried her hair to the music, she moved to the music, rummaging through drawers for clean underwear and a new outfit for that evening. She was singing so loudly that she didn’t hear the doorbell or someone shouting for her.
Just as she was struggling with the zip at the back of her dress, towels dumped randomly on the carpet with last nights clothes strewn on the bed, she heard a knock on her bedroom door. Quickly turning off the radio and covering her old underwear with her battered teddy bear, she opened the door to see Johnny. Well, just his hands and torso and legs since a huge bouquet of flowers hid the rest of him.
“Johnny? How’d you get in…and those are lovely.” She gushed and garbled at him as the flowers shook in front of her.
Taking them from him, she placed them in the bath in the en suite because the sink was too small.
“I like your bear” called Johnny from the bedroom as he looked around. Ginny blushed as she thought of the skimpy knickers shoved underneath him and prayed that Johnny didn’t pick up the bear. Fortunately, when she re-entered her room, she found him studying one of her art projects on the wall.
“Oh that’s a project I did for college last year” she explained casually. Johnny’s usually calm, cheeky face paled.
“You still at college?” He asked quietly.
“Well, it was really university…I’ve done my degree and that, should get the results soon.”
“Gosh, how old are you then? I thought you were about 28!” he exclaimed.
“I’m 22…it was a short course and I had a gap year. Why so shocked about it?” She asked numbly. <He probably thinks I’m too young to go out now…why didn’t I just say “at college”?> A nasty voice hissed at her “He’s not going to make a move, let alone be mates with you now, is he?”
Crestfallen, she got her bag and asked if he was ready to go, bracing herself for a “Maybe it’s not such a good idea”.
But he didn’t. He just smiled and quietly escorted her out of the room, taking one backward glance at the painting.
Johnny drove them to a quiet little Spanish restaurant in the centre of town. Ginny hadn’t seen the city centre so lively; even the “statues” were still there.
“Wow, it’s busy tonight isn’t it?” She exclaimed as he tried to find somewhere to park.
“Yeah, those people must have been standing there for hours. Makes you wonder how they do it!”
Eventually he found a space and before Ginny even had a chance to get open the door, he was there ready to help her out of the flash sports car. Something about this old-fashioned politeness sent tingles down her spine and she felt 8 foot tall.
The restaurant was small, but cosy, with nice Spanish music in the background. As Johnny got them a table, Ginny looked around at the elaborate paintings of female dancers and bull fighting scenes. <I like the brush strokes…but she looks so…tarty.>
she thought critically. Ginny jumped slightly as a hand touched her arm.
“Come on.” Johnny said softly, as though taming an animal in the wild.
She allowed herself to be steered to a nice little corner of the restaurant, where the waiter lit the candle and plonked a couple of menus on the table.
After 10 minutes of light chitchat and browsing of the menus, Johnny signalled to the waiter that we were ready to order.
“Yes, er, the Senorita would like Paella, and I would like the Spinach with the nut sauce. And…” he conferred with Ginny over the wine, “we’d like half a bottle of white wine please. Gracias.”
“Only half a bottle tonight Senor?” Ginny asked mockingly but was surprised when she received a serious look.
“After last night, don’t you think it would be better? Anyway, I don’t want anything to happen.” Alarm bells were sounding in Ginny’s head.
“What do you mean? What did I do last night? I remember dancing and drinking a lot-” Johnny cut her off.
“Well, first you danced a lot, then you practically had sex on the dance floor, with a Spanish bloke, the dance was so raunchy. Then you came on to me. I mean, what if I had been drunk too? I’d probably have forgotten to use contraception…it WOULD have gone that far.” He added as Ginny opened her mouth to retaliate.
“Then I found out how much younger you are than me. I felt awful. Dirty. My mother would have gone ape.” He uttered the word “mother” with a slightly fearful tone, and his face didn’t look to cheerful.
“Well how much older? I mean, It’s not as though I am a teenager is it? How old are you? It can’t be much more than 30 surely.” She peered at him, seeing the laughter lines framing his clear blue eyes, with a corkscrew curl flopping into his face.
“I’m 38. 39 in 6 months…see? I’m almost double your age! I’ve never felt like a pervert before. And it stinks.” Ginny was flabbergasted. She simply couldn’t see what was wrong with a 16 odd year gap. <And there is nothing wrong with it. Not what I dreamt the age gap would be…but it’s not as though I’m 18 and he’s 30>
The nasty voice had something to say to that though, it sneered at her inside her brain, nibbling at the very fibres of her being, “But that’s not what your parents would say is it?”
Ginny knew from that moment, with one person or another, she had well and truly blown it.
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__Ottie__ · Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 12:08 pm Post subject:

Bad move Ginny! UPDATE AGAIN!!

Maus · Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 3:32 pm Post subject:

Eh, what the hell.

Chapter 4

2 months after the disaster date, and Ginny was just getting over Johnny. She often thought about it, but it annoyed her that she couldn’t remember his surname even, so she tried not to think about it.
At work in a little café, Ginny chatted and laughed as she did before she had been hit with the beach ball in the face. Besides, as she told her friend James Bucket, “It’s not as though we’d even kissed or anything!”
After work on a wet afternoon, James and Ginny went into the town to shop. Ginny looked on him as a brother – he was there when she needed him, a good laugh, can be annoying and has been her mate for as long as she can remember.
They stayed out for hours, mostly window-shopping, but Ginny did buy one dress that James seemed to like. Finally, at 8.30, they arrived at Ginny’s flat, and James came in for a drink. Sitting down on the sofa together, both clutching his glass of red wine, they chatted some more.
“So what do you think of the new boss?” James asked her, his eyebrows going up.
“Oh, he’s…er...You know.” She pulled a face. James snorted.
“Oh look at me, I’m Mr. Hernandez, and I’m going to fire you!” He did an impression of him whilst Ginny fell about laughing.
“Stop James or I’ll spill the wine! Ah…” She sighed heavily as she stopped laughing.
“I’m glad to see you’ve perked up a lot.”
“What? Oh, it was nothing. You know, just a first date…not as though we were in a relationship.”
“Yeah, but I think you really liked him.” He said quietly, sipping his wine.
“Well, he was handsome… but if I could find a guy like you, I’d be happy. I mean, you’re funny, reliable, cute…” She took a large gulp of her wine. “It’s lucky that we’re such old friends otherwise I’d have forced you down the aisle mate!”
James snorted, and asked Ginny whether she was going to the boss’s party.
“Well I suppose I have to…and I’d better wear something extra special if I want that promotion he’s been hanging over my head like a bird above a cat.” Ginny quickly rummaged through her wardrobe mentally, trying to decide what to wear.
“Oh! I have just the thing.” She heaved herself of the sofa and ran over to her room. James followed her.
In her room, which was much tidier than when Johnny was in there, she was searching her cupboard for a particular black number. She held it up against her grimacing. “I’ll have to lose weight…from here on, no more drinking or snacking, or eating of any kind!”
James laughed, but Ginny couldn’t help feeling stung. She’d hoped he would say “Oh no, you don’t need to lose weight!” Instead, she just laughed and put the dress aside.
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__Ottie__ · Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 1:20 am Post subject:

James is a meany!

microtig · Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 10:16 am Post subject:

have you read the next update??
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__Ottie__ · Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 11:41 am Post subject:

Who me?

microtig · Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 11:49 am Post subject:

yes you

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Maus · Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 9:43 am Post subject:

Well, if not: here it is:

Chapter 5

9.00 am, and Ginny had already done her nails and toenails, washed her hair, and styled it. Now she was walking around in a face pack and a dressing gown. All she wanted to do was eat…but she must not eat too much. Ginny knew that once she’d started, she’d never stop. Ginny sat down and watched the television, flipping through the naff daytime telly until she’d passed all the food channels. A stranger watching her would think she was truly interested in whatever was on, but her mind was elsewhere. To that night when Johnny told her that they couldn’t have a relationship. She often wondered whether he’d be at the party, but she didn’t know how to contact him. <No matter. ‘S not as though I’m in love with him. I doubt that it’s his sort of party, and why should he be their?> She thought as she put on her hold up nylon stockings, before slipping her feet into something less comfortable – her stilettos.
Ginny gussied up then rushed out of the flat and sped to Mr. Hernandez’s house, a trifle late.
The living room was, large, bright, finely furnished, and full of people in their finery. Ginny let Mr. Hernandez hang up her coat in the hall, put her bag in a lobby, and lead her through to introduce her to the director of the café. The director was wearing a finely tailored suit, standing with his back to them, laughing at some red-haired woman’s joke.
“Erhem…” Mr. Hernandez cleared his throat loudly and Ginny looked up from her feet to the face of the director. He looked a little take aback as he allowed the over-bearing boss of Ginny Harper introduce them.
“Pleased to meet you Mr. Barker.” Ginny said a tad frostily. The doorbell rang and Mr Hernandez excused himself.
“I didn’t know you worked for Café Toro Ginny.”
“Well we didn’t ever get past first base did we Johnny.” Even to her ears, she sounded like a cheesed off ally cat.
“Don’t start…It wasn’t my fault. We’re just too…too different. Anyway, I’m over it. It’s not as though we kissed ever is it?” He hissed at her, before storming off to talk to the redhead.
Ginny was on the verge of tears, so she headed straight for the drinks bar. Whilst waiting for James to arrive, she got through numerous cocktails.
Through the hum of the guests, Ginny could hear one person’s laughter clearer than the rest: Johnny’s loud, cheeky laugh that sent her stomach back flipping to her chest.
Just as her eyes were brimming with tears, James sat down beside her. Holding them back, she hugged James.
“At last! A friendly face.”
“Why, have people been mean?” A cloud of concern passed over his eyes.
“Have you been drinking?” Ginny shook her head, not trusting herself. “Ginny…you have. I can smell it!” James growled.
“What’s it to you if I’ve been drinking?” She blurted out, biting her tongue afterwards with annoyance.
“Well, I don’t want to be shown up, and I’m certain that you don’t. What about that promotion you’re hankering for?”
Ginny opened her mouth to retort but nearly vomited so she gave him a look that she hoped was murderous, and stumbled off to the toilet.
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__Ottie__ · Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 10:03 am Post subject:

Maus · Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 10:50 am Post subject:

On flid's website...but you don't have to...I'm posting here as well....I've nearly caught up anyway...I have't actually got any more written after the next one! XD
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__Ottie__ · Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 1:11 pm Post subject:

Then WRITE WOMAN!!

Maus · Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 4:49 pm Post subject:

I've written another update so you have at least two left lol...wish I had switched the characters round...I was basing Johnny on the lurvly Mr. Depp...but I've made him all mean...Chapter 7's gonna be evil...sorta. not flid evil, but near enough >_< Maybe I can change the names round? lol too late really...
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Maus · Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 7:01 pm Post subject:

Chapter 6 – Reconciliation’s and fallouts.

Ginny wretched noisily into the toilet, as she came up for air; she shakily opened the door and walked straight into a blond man.
“Oh great. It’s you.” She muttered croakily.
“Come in here you.” He said firmly and pushed her back into the toilet.
“What’s got into you? Why do you have to embarrass yourself just because I’m here?”
“Pfft. Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not you…” Her voice died off as she caught his eye. He was glaring at her but there was something about his anger that soothed her.
“Oh yeah? Well it’s not my fault that we aren’t the right age-” But Ginny interrupted him.
“You didn’t even give us a chance! You just said I was too young and that was that. 16 years isn’t as big a gap as…my uncle and his fiancé!” She blurted the example at him triumphantly. Johnny sighed, put the lid of the toilet down, and sat on it.
“Ginny you don’t know me. I’m a rascal! I don’t treat people right…You wouldn’t be happy.”
“Well let me be the judge of that.” Ginny bent down and kissed him tenderly, and then, feeling his hand pulling her closer, she sat on his lap and was enveloped into his embrace. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It was as though she had become merged with his body; through the kiss they had become one.
When the kiss was over, she got up and left the loo, to check the coast was clear then pulled Johnny out of the room as they walked hand in hand to the dining room where they were seated at opposite ends of the table.
“So, Miss Harper, I understand that you are applying for this new position as manager of the café?” boomed the Director.
Catching Johnny’s eye, she smiled. “Yes sir.” She replied politely, beaming at him.
“Yes…yes. Well it seems that you are a lively one…yes...” The director stroked his beard thoughtfully and Johnny gave Ginny a thumb up. James saw the looks between them and felt his stomach plummet and his appetite ebb away.
Later that evening, Johnny was introducing Ginny to his friends, somewhat embarrassed by corny comments made by his mates. James slipped home early, feeling deflated.
<Well we were just friends. Who cares? She likes him.> He thought to himself as he turned the ignition in his car. He spent the rest of the evening drifting in and out of a dreamless sleep in front of the television.
Back at the party, Ginny was charming the pants of all Johnny’s friends.
“So you are Harry! Well Johnny’s told me all about you!” Johnny tried not to betray her with his face.
“Oh, all good I hope. The devil has a knack for making himself look good by telling naughty tales about his friends.” Harry laughed and winked at Johnny, not noticing the relief on Johnny’s face as he lapped up Ginny’s words.
<She is…without a doubt, the cheekiest Madame, I have ever come across> Johnny thought to himself, smiling as he thought about how she was his. He was warming up the idea of “Ginny and Johnny”. <It has an awful ring to it though….maybe I should switch to John.> He thought as he watched Ginny get along with his friends through faux sparkling conversation.
<How stupid are these men? They all hang on to my words as though I was a sacred truth teller.> Ginny muttered mentally, as she laughed at Graham’s jokes, <It’s almost as though they were seeing through me but being too nice to say it>. Her insides squirmed uncomfortably as the evening went on. Only when she was alone did she notice that James was missing from the party.
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Maus · Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 7:20 pm Post subject:

Chapter 7 – Bad Tempers

Ginny was in a dream world. After just 3 weeks of dating, Johnny asked her to move in. His flat was gorgeous. The bedroom was large and spacious with a four poster bed, white fluffy carpet throughout the flat, the sitting room was the same as when she was last there and the kitchen just as homely. She had not taken in the cellar last time, which, despite it being full of old junk, seemed to be as modern as can be.
At first, after the night that they became lovers, Ginny didn’t feel at ease to touch and use what she liked, but after a couple of days, she knew where everything was, had seen everything, and had touched all she could manage. Johnny seemed to work more than she thought but it didn’t bother her because when he came home he was a sweetheart, usually bearing some small token of affection.
“Surprise!” A pair of hands covered her eyes and she smelt the muskiness of Johnny. As he lifted his hands, he revealed a small velvet box. Grinning as though he was the cleverest man on earth, he handed it to her.
Ginny’s heart stopped. A small velvet box. Is he proposing? No. It was a pair of earrings. She sighed, her breath taken away by the delicate structure, the tiny diamonds surrounded by tiny little gems…emeralds, she thought. They were beautiful.
“They’re beautiful Johnny...” She whispered, mesmerised by the intricate detail of the way the beautifully cut rocks were nestled together perfectly.
“You like them. I hope that you like the other surprise on the bed.”
“What?” She jerked herself into the room. “Another surprise?” She trotted off eagerly into the bedroom where Johnny heard her shriek with delight. Getting up pleased, he followed her into the bedroom.
It was a green ankle length dress…emerald colour almost. Perfectly matched to her eyes. The back was a little too low for her liking, but she could fix that sometime. There was a pair of shoes as well on the floor by the bed.
“Put it on?” Johnny pulled her in hugging her. Ginny could hear the lust in his voice and saw the spark he had in his eyes when he wanted to…you know.
“Oh but don’t you want to see me in it longer than 5 minutes?” She was only teasing but he gripped her roughly.
“Please…put. The. Dress. On.” This was less of a request and more of an order. Ginny didn’t like the way he clenched his teeth. She smelt alcohol on his breath.
“What’s wrong Johnny? Ow! No need to grip so hard.” She gave him a look, and he relaxed his hands. <I’m going to have bruises there now> Ginny thought, rubbing her arm.
“Sorry sweetheart…long day and that. Shouldn’t take it out on you.” He sat down on the bed with his head in his hands. Ginny put the dress down on a chair and sat down with him, kissing his cheek in sympathy. Johnny kissed her hard on the lips and pushed her onto the bed for a night of passion.
The next morning, Ginny was awoken by the weight of a breakfast tray piled with waffles and coffee. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up slowly, so as not to knock it to the floor. Johnny was just coming out of the en suite from his morning shave.
“Morning gorgeous…I want to apologise for last night.”
<O.k. good mood is evaporating> Ginny thought, as a heavy weight dropped to her stomach. “That’s o.k.…you weren’t yourself.” She murmured stiffly, looking at her waffles and feeling sick.
“Er honey, do you mind if I skip breakfast…I’m not feeling to good.” Instead of the concern that would normally appear on Johnny’s features, his eyes hardened.
“Really. Well, what’s wrong? The waffles not to your liking?” His voice astonished Ginny.
“Actually I feel sick.” She moved the tray and got out of bed to go to the toilet. In the doorway, Johnny stopped her, gripping her hard by the shoulders, his fingers pressing against her soft upper arms.
“Johnny, please, I need to be sick.” She pushed against him but he just shook her, shouting.
“I give you a dress, earrings, shoes, a nice place to live, breakfast in bed and what do you do? Throw it in my face! What have I done wrong huh?” His voice was raised and Ginny was sure that their neighbours would hear.
Before she could answer weakly, she threw up on Johnny’s shirt. He snarled and stepped back in dis.gust. Giving her a look that shook her being, he stormed out of the flat, slamming the front door.
Ginny collapsed to the floor. Between her sobbing and vomiting, she wondered what was wrong with Johnny. <Why is he acting like this? Is it something I’ve said?> these questions tumbled over one another in her mind, giving her a headache. She sighed and then thought about James. She hadn’t really spoken to him since the night she and Johnny became an item. <Well, there’s no harm in trying to talk to him.> she thought as she dialled his number.
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Maus · Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 9:52 pm Post subject:

Chapter 8 - Secrets

James heard the phone and dashed to answer it. His heart sank as he heard Ginny’s voice. Feigning cheerfulness, he listened as she cried to him.
“I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. I mean, one minute he’s lovely, really sweet, the next he’s blaming me for throwing up and shouting at me for nothing!”
“Well maybe he’s on medication? Sounds like drugs to me.” James offered.
“What? He’s not doing drugs…why would he?”
“O.K then it’s stress or something. Why don’t you ask him?” He wondered aloud, knowing the answer as she spoke.
“Because he’ll only take my head off. James…there’s something else.”
“What?”
“Well, I’m a little um, late” She emphasized the word ‘late’ as though it meant something. James was blank.
“Late with what?”
“Oh James, you did biology. Work it out!” She snapped at him. <God men are so stupid sometimes!>
It finally dawned on James and he felt his heart drop like a stone. “Oh.”
“’Oh’? Is that all? ‘Oh’!” She exclaimed hysterically.
“Well…have you taken a test?”
“No…but I want to go to the doctors. I don’t suppose…you could take me could you?” She asked him shyly.
James didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to be involved in this. There was no way he would become involved!
“Whe- ahem – when do you want to go?” he croaked, kicking himself for being too soft.
“Well, I actually have an appointment for Thursday, if that’s alright.” She sniffed, and, James guessed, was wiping away tears.
“O.K. What time?”

Johnny was out at the gym. He wasn’t great at sports, and needed to get fit. He lifted weights for 30 minutes then moved onto the rowing machine. He needed to be good for the volleyball tournament. The lads were counting on him, and it would impress Ginny, since Volleyball was the way that they met. He slipped off to the men’s changing room toilets after his workout, and got out a clean needle from his bag. Finding a vein, he injected the drug into his arm. He wasn’t stupid, he made sure that he had a clean needle each time and he disposed them carefully, by dropping them off at a hospital, sneaking into a room to place them in the disposal unit. <Anyway, it’s not permanent. It’s only until after we’ve won the volleyball tournament.> he told himself repeatedly.
He waited for the stinging pain to subside before getting changed and driving home. He needed to apologise to Ginny. He doesn’t mean to be the way he is. It’s just a side affect. He can’t help it; he needs to do this for her.
<Yeah, I’ll tell how much I love her, then make love to her, then everything will be fine again.> He turned on the radio and listened to Radio 2 as a dance song came on. Revving up his car, he sped down the dual carriageway, beeping at those slow, ‘idiotic’ drivers.

Ginny was in the bath when Johnny arrived home. Calling her, he searched the few rooms of his flat, coming to a stop at the bathroom door.
“Ginny? You in there? Come out o.k.? I won’t shout again…I’m sorry about this morning.” He heard the sound of disturbed water and a step out of the bath. He sighed with relief. A moment later, Ginny appeared looking rosy and teary eyed, wrapped in her towel.
“Really?” She whispered.
“Really.” He assured her, kissing her nose.
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xsteppy230x · Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 4:51 pm Post subject:

oooooooooooooh!
i love that!
i cant wait !
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Maus · Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:48 pm Post subject:

hmm...due to the change in template, I'll have to change the font colour...damn you titch!
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Maus · Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 1:19 pm Post subject:

Chapter 9

Ginny got up the next morning, feeling a little worse for ware. When she looked next to her, and saw a sleeping Johnny, she remembered the night before.
Johnny had come home and found her in the bath. He promised that he would control his temper. Then he took her to bed. She couldn’t help feeling worried for the baby, but she pushed that out of her mind. She wasn’t even sure she wanted Johnny’s baby.
Slipping on her dressing gown and slippers, she went to get some breakfast. She ate a bowl of cereal and two pieces of toast. Johnny joined her as she was buttering her second slice.
“Morning gorgeous. You’re eating a lot.”
“Well last night made me hungry” she grinned at him, but felt butterflies inside her. She didn’t want him to know yet. Again a fear for the baby pushed itself into the front of her mind. She ignored it, thinking it was her hormones.
Johnny went to get dressed and shaved. When he came out, he was whistling and laughing. As Ginny was doing the dishes, he crept up behind her and wrapped her in his arms from behind.
“Johnny! You’ll make me splash the water into the gloves.” She laughed as he nuzzled her neck, smelling her hair.
“So?” He grabbed her arms, making them splash the water, sending soapsuds and wetness onto the wall and floor and her face.
“Urgh, washing liquid in my mouth” she spat pulling a face.
“Let me help you then.” and he turned her to face him and kissed her.

When Johnny had left for work, she called James to come and pick her up in 10 minutes. She was desperate to know whether she was pregnant. Before she went though, she needed to have a shower. Whilst letting the hot water flow onto her head and down her back, she felt a stabbing pain. She gave a yelp aloud and heard the doorbell. She turned off the shower and as she was getting out, she had an even worse pain, in her abdomen. Collapsing to the cold shower floor, she saw blood. There was no baby. She heard a loud bang as the front door was kicked in. James was calling. Locking the bathroom door, she replied to him.
“I’m in here. James, there isn’t going to be a baby.” She broke down into sobs.
“What? What do you mean no baby?” He sounded confused.
“I was in the shower and, well, I’ve lost it. That or there never was a baby.”
“Oh.” James’s face was going red on the other side of the door as he paced the bedroom nervously.
“Are you alright, do you need help at all?” He prayed for the answer to be no, but then, why not? He was her friend.
“No, I’ll…I’ll just finish rinsing my hair.” Gingerly, she got off the shower floor and turned on the refreshing water.

Less than 10 minutes later and Ginny emerged from the en suite wrapped in her pink fluffy towel.
Blushing, James turned away. “I’ll just go and er…in the kitchen” his voice died away as he left her to it.
Ginny sighed, and wondered whether James had ever been with a woman before.
She slipped on her undies and a big maroon sweater and jeans. She didn’t bother dressing her hair, so she tied it back, the ponytail dripping down her back.
James sat her on the sofa and brought her a cup of tea. Ginny sat hunched in the corner of the leather, with her hands, feeling strangely cold, gripping the cup for warmth. James sat in the arm chair next to the sofa.
“So you going to tell Johnny?” he asked after a silence broken only by sipping of tea.
“No. He’d probably blame me for losing it. Anyway, I can’t be sure that the test was reliable. It was probably just a false alarm.” Her eyes were staring into space, and her knuckles whitened as she clutched her hot cup.
James wanted to say more, but he didn’t feel the time was right. His heart was pacing and he jumped when Ginny spoke to him.
“James, please…” Her voice died out.
“What?” he whispered, getting up and kneeling before her, peering into his face.
“Hold me.”
James didn’t know what to say. He felt torn – she was feeling vulnerable, but then, he couldn’t say no when she’s like this.
He sat next to her, gently putting his arms around her, whilst Ginny leaned against his chest. She faintly thought that he was softer than Johnny’s perfect pecks, and how his heart sounded more regular and his breathing soothed her to sleep.
James was dismayed when he realised she wasn’t awake any more. He felt that he should go before Johnny came back, but he didn’t want to leave her alone with him either. He had a suspicion that something was wrong with Johnny, and that given the right amount of push, Ginny could tip Johnny into the world of abuse.

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