Made with love

Part five

"SHIT!" I quickly step on the brakes and narrowly avoid crashing into the back of the car in front of me. Me "Fuckin concentrate Leigh, beore you get yourself killed!" I try but my mind keeps wondering to Shannon's muscular, tattooed arms and how I'd like them wrapped around me. It's an absolute miracle I make it home in one piece.

I've moved all the parts I got from Sal's into my studio, ready to start. But I'm still too hot and sweaty to concentrate. As I standing in the shower, the cool water running down my body, my thoughts go to Shannon and the feel of his breath in my ear. I close my eyes. The sound of his voice, 'I hope you'll come.' My fingers move down my neck and skim my breast. Mmm he did smell good, my hand goes lower, across my stomach...down... Me "No" My eyes spring open and I stop myself. I rest my hands on the wall and put my head under the water. I need to banish all thoughts of that man.

The shower's helped a lot. I've sorted the parts into some kind of order and already got the base pieces set...without thinking of you know who. I just need...Ahh there you are! I grab an old radiator valve I had leftover from another piece and start welding. I don't have any fancy plans or anything, just a few rough sketches and the picture in my mind. My metalwork doesn't always turn out as I first see it. Sometimes it evolves and takes on a slightly different form. It depends on the parts I use. I may have one item in mind, but find something that works even better. You just never know.

Right, I think that's enough for tonight, damn it's almost 11pm. I'm suddenly starving, but I really don't have the energy to cook. I make a quick peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk to wash it down. Not exactly A La Carte but sometimes the simple things are the best.

After another quick shower to wash off the dirt and sweat from welding, I climb into bed. I switch on the tv for a few minutes to wind down. After flicking through the channels I settle on a film that's already started. I'm not really watching it, but then a guy covered in tattoos, pulls up on a motorcycle. He looks nothing like Shannon, but the association is there and my mind is flooded with thoughts of him.

"For fuck sake, pull yourself together!" I chastise myself and try to shake the thoughts away. "He wasn't that hot." Actually he was. But I'm resolved not to go tomorrow, I don't want a man in my life. Men are trouble, they hurt you. Emotionally, mentally...physically. I turn off the tv and settle down to sleep. But as I close my eyes, my mind is still full of Shannon...and so are my dreams.