The Black Queen

Seventh Entry

December 19, 1983

Sorry I haven't been writing to you lately. I've been pretty busy with work and...other things, as you might remember. I'm on the plane to Mexico right now. I'm meeting my parents over there. Jim gave me two weeks off. I'm so happy I get to see all of them again. They're dying to know what it's like here, and I'm so excited to tell them. Roger kept telling me how much he was going to miss me. I told him the same thing. Over the past months we kept meeting each other. We were careful about it of course. Dominique didn't seem to suspect a thing. No one did. We met one last time tonight before I left for the airport. We laid in bed naked, sweating, still trying to catch our breath. 

"Oh fuck" Roger let out "You really had it in you tonight, didn't you?" he chuckled a little

"Well, practice makes perfect I guess" I said gasped

"That was...amazing, love" he said "Do you really have to go?"

"Oh Roger, you know I'll miss you, I will, but I haven't seen my family in so long, and we do this every Christmas and New Years, it's tradition"

"I understand, darling, I'm sorry, I guess I can't really imagine the holidays without you" 

"Don't worry, when I come back, I'll make sure to make it up to you"

"I like the sound of that"  He lent in and kissed me. He put his arm around me. I snuggled up closer to him. 

"You know, I've never done something like this"

"What? Sneaking around with a man you've known for almost five months"

"No, well yes at the same time. What I mean is I've never really had a relationship so...actually, I've never had a real relationship"

"You've never been with any other man?"

"Well if one night stands count then yes, but a real relationship, no"

"Is this what it is? A relationship?"

"I don't know. Are we?"

"Only if you want to"

"I'd have to think about it. It's tricky, Roger. It's really tricky. You already have her, you're surrounded by paparazzi, we are just slipping through really thin cracks."

"I know, it's complicated I know, we all feel that way. No privacy because of those damn paps. But we'll make it work, somehow."

"But when, Roger. I don't want to be a secret forever."

"I'll find a way I promise." I looked over at the clock. It read five-thirty. My flight was scheduled to leave at eight.

"I should get going. My flight will leave soon." I sat up on the edge of the bed and put my clothes on. I felt Roger's hand stroking my bare back lightly. 

"Promise you'll stay safe?" He said

"Of course I will, I always do. You promise me you'll stay nice this Christmas, or else Santa won't send you your present" He giggled a little

"Stop teasing me!" I smiled and continued to put my clothes on. Once I was finished I got my stuff and walked out of the room. Roger followed me to the front door. "Take pictures. I want to see what it's like." he told me. 

"I will" 

"Go on, now" I pecked him on the lips and left. Once I got home I made sure I had all the things I needed for the flight. While walking through the airport I saw an advertisement of The Works album, the one I helped the boys with. I smiled to myself. Wait until I tell my family about this.

-Dahlia