The mad stalker fan girl. (Part 1 complete)

Chapter 7

Paul parked the car in the driveway and then led Joanne into his house by the front door. "I thought we could go this way and I'll show you around a bit." he explained, opening the door, "I know you didn't see much  of the house the last time you were here."

Joanne looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "I think that considering three days ago I was simply your mad stalker fan girl, meeting you and going into your kitchen was something of a priviledge, don't you Sir Paul?"

He turned to her, his face serious. He pulled her close and  wrapped his arms around her waist. Joanne was surprised by his sudden actions. "But I hope you're not just my mad stalker fan girl now are you?  I'd like to think that you're much more to me than that!" Without warning, his lips found hers. Struggling against him briefly, she was pulled into a deeply passionate kiss.  Then, as his tongue searched for hers, she began to melt.....

"Dad? Dad where are you?"

Paul tutted in exasperation. He reluctantly pulled away from their kiss. "I'm in the hall Mary. Be there in a minute!" he called. He looked at Joanne. His eyes soft as he took in her flushed face and breathlessness. "I've not finished with you yet." he whispered and reluctantly let her go. Paul then took her hand and led Joanne through to the kitchen. "Hi Mary love. What can your dear old dad do for you?"

Joanne watched as the pretty dark haired woman, she had seen earlier in the week, went to Paul and hugged him. Joanne held back, not wanting to intrude. Suddenly, Mary spotted her. She pulled out of the hug with her father.

"Oh hello." She looked at her father.

Paul walked to Joanne, took her hand and brought her into the room. "Joanne, this is my eldest daughter, Mary. Mary, this is a friend of mine, Joanne."

"Nice to meet you." said Joanne quietly.

Mary gave her father a puzzled look. "So your dad's dinner date? Hi. Nice to meet you too." She gave Joanne a genuine smile. "Have you had a nice evening?"

Joanne laughed. "Very entertaining however, I don't know about your dad, but I'm starving!"

Mary looked at her dad."What have you done to this poor woman? I thought it was a dinner date!"

"It was, is!" said Paul, "but we got talking and missed our reservation so decided to come here to eat." Paul then turned to Joanne. "And if I'm not mistaken, I'm sure you said you'd cook!"

"I did."

"Dad, you can't expect your guest to do the cooking! That's awful!"

Paul turned to Mary. "Any more awful than if I subject Joanne to my  cooking?"

"Goodness no!" Mary exclaimed. She turned to Joanne. "It'll be much safer for you if you cook, believe me!"

Both women started to laugh whilst Paul sat at the kitchen table, demanding food.

Joanne rumaged in the fridge for eggs and vegetables and began to prepare her ingredients to make them both an omlette. Paul helped Mary to find the toy her son had left behind earlier in the day. They walked through to the kitchen

"Did you find it?"

Paul held it up. It was a book. It was a Mr Men book.....it was Mr Bump! He grinned at her then winked.  Mary took the book off her dad, gave him a swift kiss on the cheek and prepared to leave.

"Nice to meet you Joanne!" she called then waved.

"You too!"

Paul walked Mary to her car. Joanne watched as they talked for a few moments before she drove off. Paul came into the kitchen and locked the door.

"Good timing!" said Joanne, grinning at him, "Everything is ready." She gestured to the table.

Paul looked to see and table set with food and a candle burning. " That looks fantastic Joanne. Can I add just one last thing?"

"It's your kitchen."

Paul walked over to her, took her hand and led her to a chair. "Madam." He pulled the chair out for her and helped her sit. Then, after quickly dimming the light, sat facing her. He smiled. "This looks fantastic. Seriously Joanne, it's lovely. Thank you so much."

"Let's eat whilst it's hot then."

The room was quiet for a few minutes as they tucked in hungrily.

"Mary looks very much like you doesn't she?"  she said suddenly.

Paul smiled. "She does but my son is also like me but because he's blonde like his mum, people don't see it. The other two definately take after Linda though." He put his knife and folk down and looked at Joanne.

"Mary liked you," he said suddenly, "and she's a fantastic judge of people. She goes off  her instincts."

Joanne smiled. "I'm glad. She was very welcoming Let's face it, it could have been a very awkward first meeting!"

"She told me she thought you were very beautiful." he said softly, " So do I." He reached for her hand which was resting on the table. Joanne pulled it away and looked down.

"Don't Paul. Please."

Paul was stunned. "What's wrong Joanne? Talk to me. Please?"

Joanne looked up at him, tears in he eyes. "I can't cope with this! Take me home. Please!"

"Joanne please. What can't you cope with? I don't want you to just walk out! What have I said or done to make you feel this way?"

"It's  just you!"

"Me?"

"Two days ago Paul, you were this God, this untouchable person I admired, worshipped, fancied, who knows what!  Then, by pure fluke we met, and yes, we hit it off. Suddenly I've gone from being a star struck fan, dreaming of Paul McCartney to having you holding me and kissing me like you did before. Then you introduce me to your daughter. You tell me I'm beautiful." Tears poured down her face,"What's next Paul? A declaration of love? I can't do this. It's wrong! It all feels so wrong.  I don't want it! I don't want you? I want Rob! Can't you see that? It should be him I'm with but he's gone. If I can't have him, I don't want anyone. Anyone at all! That includes you Paul! "

By this time Joanne  had completely broken down. She placed her head in her hands and sobbed. Paul, although shocked at Joanne's sudden change, knew he couldn't just ignore her distress. He pulled his chair next to hers and placed his  arm around her.

"Hold me! Please!" she whispered.

Paul pulled her to him, knowing from experience, that to be held by anyone when mourning this kind of deep loss, provided much needed comfort. He held her as she continued to cry huge heart rending sobs that tugged at his soul. He so wanted to heal her pain but knew that was impossible. His own loss suddenly became raw again. Tears began to roll down is face as he mourned with her.