You're Coming With Me

Part 1

You see... When you go on the local, cheap mini cruise you can only expect to see the locals. I mean, I'm a local too and all, but I mean the others. Last time, (for this was my second time) I bumped into my older colleague with her mum - propping up the bar getting drinks bought by strangers. This time wasn't so amusing.

Being a young lady with a closed small circle of friends can sometimes be difficult because they're not always available or up for a certain trip. Always risky going alone - I can't avoid being kidnapped, shot or murdered this way as my nannan says. This time I was the only one after Christmas who could afford to go somewhere and this is where I went. A P&O Amsterdam mini cruise. Drastic.

Treating myself this time from my Christmas money, my room was a lot more luxurious. Well, as luxurious as the cabins get. Within 40 minutes of inspecting, lounging and checking out my room, a familiar face encountered my own just outside my door. First was the greeting, an awkward one at that. "Hello you." I swiveled around to see the same handsome, clean-cut, familiar face of A. Shall we say acquaintance? With a "long time no see" "certainly how are things going" "well yeah same old you?" He was grinning at this point. "Needed something refreshing for the new year so here I am" He laughed at that, guess he was the same and after quite a lengthy conversation, we soon found out that we were both here, oh so coincidentally, alone and for similar reasons. As you guessed it – Leach or Michael? I knew there was no getting rid of him then... Not that I really minded; he looked even better than before.

We spent the night in the bar. (Shock horror, such a terrible idea really) It only fuelled my (and his I suppose) sexual desires. As it followed, this is one example of the path that our conversation flowed sat on the bar stools, remarkably close together: 

"So then, do you still fancy me? I always knew you had a soft spot for me...."He asked more than once I'm sure.

 "Yes - I had that soft spot for you and you had that hard spot for me." I sniggered. 

"Shut up you daft mare!!"

 "Make me"

"With the methods I have in mind to shut you up it would be a pleasure."

 With an attempted dignified look on my face as I turned away, a small smirk arose on my face. We drifted apart last time but it felt so good to be in each other's company again. God it felt so good.

We ended that night with a snog and a bit of a fumble leaving me going to bed feeling the same love I did three years ago. The next day was nice but solitary. A lovely day spent in Amsterdam visiting the landmarks and personal itinerary I had planned yet having my mind elsewhere all day...

Being back on the boat, on my way back to Hull, drunk on wine and adrenaline lead to crossing those black and yellow striped "no entry" banners on the top deck of the boat to have a smoke. The fact that neither of us didn't even usually smoke, outlined the thrill and excitement we attained over spending this time together. It was like being in my youthful days all over again, asking random guys if they had a "burn and a lighter."