Davy enjoyed his shower while at the same time he gave the money some thought. He needed a safe place to hide the suitcase. As he dried himself he become conscious he was putting on the same clothes. After finding a place for the money, clothes were the next item on the day's agenda.
The Excess Baggage Company at King's Cross Station appeared for the time being, better than nothing. From the suitcase, he took three thousand pounds. For the rest of the day he purchased clothes.
Davy knocked on the front door and waited until Emma pulled it open.
"Been shopping, have we?"
"What do you think?"
She took many of his packages and started up the stairs. His eyes followed her white leather mini-skirt, which failed to cover her skimpy white knickers.
By the time he entered his bedroom, Emma relaxed on the bed, her short skirt having ridden far up her thighs. "Your parcels are by the window."
"Thanks." He sat beside her and their thighs touched. He leaned towards her, their lips meeting. The roughness of his unshaven face did not discourage her.
"I'm sorry, Emma. This isn't right."
"Why not? You fancy me; I've seen the way you gaze at my arse."
"Be sensible, one night stands are fine but I'm living here and that makes it difficult."
"For Christ sake, Davy, it's called fucking. It's fun. I don't want a bloody wedding ring."
Her warm hand slid between his thighs and produced the result she wanted. "Now tell me you don't like that and I'll walk away?"
Her body shuddered as his right hand caressed her already hard nipples. Without a word, they separated and in a whirl stripped, letting their clothes fall to the floor. He pulled her to him, pressing his bruised body against her. Together they tumbled onto the bed. His hands explored and she moaned. His tongue found the right place and drove her to a climax. He crawled onto her and made love with a desperation that made her beg for more.
The next morning, he awoke but lay with his eyes shut. After a few minutes he rolled over and whispered, "Are you awake?"
She stirred and in seconds mounted him.
Daylight was beginning to filter through the curtains as he watched her leave, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
His nightmares became the entrance to another world where the dead are not silent. Hideous forms appeared their bodies, mouths and eyes forming images that hurtled towards him, tormented and disappeared into the shadows. He was alone in a world where he no longer existed.
***
Later that day, after a brisk walk, he returned to his lodgings. On opening the front door, Emma greeted him. Her perfume smelt beautiful. He kissed her full on the lips. Gently, he removed wandering hands from his body and eased her away. "Sorry, Emma, as much as I want to stay, I need a shower and I must go out again."
She avoided his gaze," Why?"
"I've things to do and I don't want to be late," he lied.
She stood in the hall, as he ran up the stairs.
He grabbed his bathrobe from behind the door and went to the bathroom. The shower was refreshing and back in his room he dressed. He tucked his crisp white cotton shirt into the waistband of his blue jeans. The full-length mirror that hung on the inside of the wardrobe door reflected the beginnings of his black beard. His hand stroked his stubble covered face. He was not keen, although it made a great disguise. Holding his stomach in, he promised to find a gym. Two hours of circuit training, three times a week, would bring him back to his normal fitness.
