Redemption

~49~

Alighting the bus with all the grace of an hour old colt Issy stepped down to the ground with a crash, a heel having broken as terra firma met her.

Wonderful. That's all I need. When is this day done.

Limping away she audibly groaned. Tiredness replaced her resilience and all that steel she had recently acquired, was now replaced with jello.

A lethargic body stood in its stead.

Calling, no screaming, for the solace of a comfy lounge chair.....

Or!

A big bubble bath and then a soft comfy bed.

Heaven.

Every little piece of adrenalin that had coursed her veins was now dissipating at an alarming rate. From the moment she perused Johns note on his desperado date with a bloody piano, to the stares on the bus...

The lack of seats, to the pain she felt in those god-awful heels.

The propositions. Ugh.

All joining forces over her.

Deflating like a well popped balloon she made the Dakota foyer with a tacked on smile for Frank and the other security guard, Tommy, Tim, Timmy, Tony, Anthony, somethingy.. that stood gawking at the old woman as she hobbled toward the elevator.

******

What's that banging? Gee you'd think the municipal lot would do roadworks during the bloody daylight hours noon to two at the most..... Bloody hell they've got focking jackhammers going an' all.  Wait up........................

"Isabelle darling what took you so long, you naughty girl"

"A bolted bloody door, delayed buses and traffic jams for starters..." Isabelle limped through the now unbolted door clutching the wall of the hallway as she hobbled dangerously slow toward the main living room.

She looks fucking hot in her dress but I'd better not comment yet as she seems to be wanting to purge... She's pointing at her foot, better look.

"....Not to forget the broken heel....Oh! Oh!..." She raised a finger in remembrance "And the sexual propositions at Penn Station!! Plus, lets definitely not forget the ogling leers of dirty minded people on the bus departing the Red bloody Inn........."

"Good afternoon then" Wow...where did the day go? One minute I'm enjoying soothing multiple sessions on the 20 cents a pop vibrating bed at the Inn and then wham, musical inspiration hit. And hit hard. I had frantic need to be at a piano, and then the guitar, then a bit on the bongos; no, that was just some de-stressing that was.

"I need a bath, some water and bed"

"You got offered sex at Penn? Gear" Light-hearted banter was what was called for here, poor Isabelle looked like a fucking sexy thing with a need for debriefing..... her's and mine.

"Stop looking at me like that- I'm absolutely bushed" Isabelle muttered as she tossed her handbaggy purse thingo in slow motion onto the table beside the ugly lamp I've been meaning to replace with an un- uglier one. One broken heel was dropped from a great height to bounce then settle by the leg of the side table, then another heel was slowly kicked from her foot. Then she groaned like she was having an amazing John-less orgasm....

Followed, moments later, by her walking off. 

Away from me............

"But you're such a naughty girl Isabelle saying all those things about me to Heat-"