Period

It was touch-and-go whether Vicky was going to come for the weekend. Two days beforehand she reported a case of thrush, and then on the day she said her period had started. We both knew that spending an entire weekend together without being able to get physical would be torture, but I encouraged her to come because I did not fancy the idea of spending the weekend on my own thinking about Susie. By the time she arrived, however, the thrush had cleared and I am not averse to a little good clean blood. Then she caught a head cold.

From a health perspective, she probably thinks it was a weekend to forget, but we did have a very enjoyable time on Friday evening, though. We went out shopping on Saturday morning, had lunch and saw a movie in the afternoon followed by another session that night, and another on Sunday morning. Now I need to wash the blood off the towels we laid across the bed.

This morning, her head cold was even worse, and may even be flu, so she was very tempted to spend the day in bed. I suggested she did exactly that, but in the end she decided to go. I took her back to the station this morning and before getting out of the car, she kissed me fiercely. A short time later, a text message arrived
"I'm on the train now, but really do wish I wasn't. It was hard to leave you today."

Around lunch time came this one:
"I'm having the day off after all coz I was feeling so bad. I wish I hadn't come home."

It is certainly nice to be appreciated and... well, loved like that. And it would have been comforting to know that she was waiting for me to come home. But she is still, after all, a virtual stranger and it would also have felt very odd having her all alone in my flat all day.