Tenement Funster

Just Give Me an Open Car....

Brian checked his hair in the mirror and ran his fingers through it one more time to fluff it up.  He wasn't sure why he was taking extra care this morning.  Inside he knew it was because this Mrs. Whitmere seemed to matter to Roger.  Brian hadn't slept well the night before.  Between imagining Roger fucking Mel and what he might do with this woman today it had kept him awake and with a mixed array of feelings.  He ended up finding his writing notebook and jotting down his tortured thoughts so he could finally drift off to sleep.

Brian checked his watch and knew it was time to leave.  He grabbed his wallet and key and locked his front door as he left.   Roger had called him this morning and advised they should meet at the bus stop at 10:45.  Not wanting to be seen leaving the building together.  He crossed the street and walked briskly to the designated meeting place.  Roger wasn't there and he instantly felt anxious as he looked around for him.  Checking his watch again and hoping the blond wasn't late.  He then saw that familiar mop of dark blond hair coming out of a nearby shop.  Brian was surprised to see him carrying a bouquet of mixed flowers wrapped in yellow tissue paper.  Roger spotted him and grinned as he came up to him.  A line was forming since the bus would be arriving in a minute.  Roger stepped in front of Brian in the queue and turned around. 

"These are nice..." Brian remarked as he looked at the flowers.  Roger gave him a pleased smile.

"She loves flowers...so I get her some every visit..."  he replied.  "She's the lady I visit once a month..."  he explained.  Brian nodded and grew more curious about this peculiar arrangement with this woman.  She seemed different from the others and he wondered if Mel or Valerie ever got flowers.  The bus was approaching and Brian fished some coins from his pocket.

"I've got the fare..."  he advised Roger.  The blond smiled at him.

"Thanks..." he said as they began to board.  They found an empty single seat near the back and Brian let Roger sit as he stood next to him; holding on to the upper handrail.  The bus took off heading east.

"What's our stop?"  Brian asked him.  

"We ride all the way to Earl's Court Road..."  Roger replied.  Brian raised an eyebrow and was impressed with their destination.  Roger could see he was impressed and grinned at him.  "Yes...I know...it's a posh address..."  he remarked.  Brian nodded.

"It is..."  he agreed.  "Just who is this woman?  How did you meet her?"  Brian questioned as the bus stopped and some people got off.  A double seat became free and they both went over to claim it.  Roger took the inside seat and Brian sat down next to him as the bus filled up with new passengers.  

"I met her not long after I came to London..."  Roger answered.  "I had found a job delivering groceries and I delivered some to her house..."  he explained.  "She took a liking to me and invited me in for tea one day as she knew she was my last delivery..."  Roger looked down at the flowers and ran his fingers over the tops of them and smiled at the memory.  "We had a nice chat and I found out I reminded her of someone she had lost..."  the blond revealed.  "So I came round for tea again that weekend and it just went from there..."   Brian found it even more intriguing with just this bit of information.  His mind immediately pictured some young wealthy widow with a penchant for Roger because he was similar looking to her beloved dead husband.  Part of him was slightly creeped out by the idea of it but he didn't want to judge and he was making an assumption anyway.  

"And you just see her once a month?"  he questioned.  Roger nodded as he smiled at Brian.

"Yeah...she just asks me to come for one day..."  he replied.  "I arrive before noon and we have lunch and then whatever else she's in the mood for..."  Roger explained.  The tall man considered a lot of possibilities about what the after lunch activities entailed but tried to put it out of his mind.  He found another, safer question to ask.