When I woke up Freddie had flown away once more. At the break of dawn I couldn't stand anymore and taking my duvet I wrapped him in it while I watched him, sitting on my heels and shivering. When he was sleeping he was so tempting as awaken, although I overcame the temptation of crawling under the duvet and stroke his marvelous dick with my mouth.
I came back to my bed and lastly I got asleep again despite the cold. On waking up I checked not only he wasn't there but the duvet was again on my bed. Would he look at me the same way I looked at him while I was sleeping? Would I have the traces of his big lips on my forehead? Probably I have, kissing boy.
And where would he be now? Holland Road, Dovehouse with the unstoppable magnet of David or his parent's home? The truth is Freddie had many chances to get away at four in the morning. John Reid, Daisy, Kenny Everett. He had a lot of friends whom he could disturb at an ungodly hour and nevertheless he chose me and we behaved ourselves. No compensation shags as much as we wanted. It was an important step.
I didn't hear of him for two days. I thought the worst, he had got caught up on David, but wasn't it the best plan?
The thing is, it was on 31st December 1975. That intense year for them came to an end and we would welcome 1976 that would be an exceptional year for Queen. Although none of them could know it, just me. I hadn't any plan to New Years Eve, I would spend it on my own in my freezing flat. I might be keen to cook a special meal as an extra but nothing else. Mary had gone his father's home to spend the night and her one night stand was a thing of the past so she didn't plan having fun that night.
How I missed Internet in the different situations of my life in these seventies. Under normal circumstances I would press one key and would have available a million receipts right to a lonely woman in New Years Eve. A hundred of Christmas movies to spend the night and make myself more comfortable with one click. But there I stood watching my totally useless Huaweii device to these activities. I was thinking getting in touch with Fooling to give me ideas when I heard the entry phone. I jumped and I went up cursing.
- Hello?
- Mousy, are you fit to be seen?
Freddie at the other end. The world had just stopped again.
- What do you mean with fit to be seen?
- If you can get out the street without turning all London population on.
- I'm not used to walking around my home stark naked. Do you know how many degrees are inside?
- I'm afraid I've checked it the other night. Take what you need and get out. I'm waiting.
- Waiting? What for?
- Stop asking and get out. And don't make me wait too long.
If Freddie was demanding, I obey. Spoiled little brat. I put on the first clothes I saw in a flash, I tried to tame my frizzy hair and I had to be content with putting red lipstick.
- I've been about to dump you on this sidewalk -he leant out his face of the Reid's Roll window. He wore sunglasses and his everlasting white and black stripes scarf.
- I wasn't long -I said convinced shrugging and adjusting my bag over my shoulder.
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