Taxi to Paris by Ruth Gogoll

Author:Ruth Gogoll [Gogoll, Ruth]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary, Erotica, Gay, Lesbian, (v5.0)
ISBN: 9780974789200
Publisher: Justice House Publishing
Published: 2003-11-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

I had to drive around the neighborhood for half an hour before I found a parking place, and even then it wasn't particularly close. I wasn't sure I'd ever find it again. In my exhausted state, the street signs shimmered before my eyes. Sighing, I parked the car and, after some searching, actually did find my way back to the apartment.

First, I looked to see if she was still sleeping. She was, exhausted half to death but still restless. At the moment, there was nothing I could do about that.

I was too tired to take a good look around the apartment. I just had the impression that it was very large.

In the room next to her bedroom, I saw a chaise lounge that would suffice for a place to sleep. In addition, I could hear her from there if I left the door ajar. Despite the size of her bed, I didn't want to sleep next to her. I was afraid I'd touch her in my sleep and cause her more pain.

The next morning, I woke up and first had to figure out where I was. In my usual morning haze, I went through a mental list of possibilities. It wasn't my apartment, nor was it hers. Then I heard a soft moaning sound from the next room. Paris! Finally, I was awake.

I got up and looked after her. She tossed and turned restlessly, but she was still asleep. I didn't think it would be an improvement to wake her. I sat carefully on the bed and watched her.

It looked to me like her face was even more black and blue than it had been the day before. It was gruesome, especially compared to her ususal beauty. But I reassured myself with what the doctor had said. And all of her external injuries would, in time, heal. How it would go with the internal injuries - the non-physical ones - I couldn't predict.

I guessed that she would probably sleep awhile longer. There wasn't anything better for her to do. I got up from the bed and looked around. Right off the bedroom, there was a bathroom. I went in. Here, she had a bathtub - and what a bathtub! It was a huge, free- standing one with lion-claw feet. The whole bathroom was one big orgy of luxury. Well, no, perhaps "orgy" was something of an overstatement. It simply contained everything one could need to make oneself feel well, and all of that in first-class style. I could imagine how much she enjoyed her getaways here.

I left the bathroom and took another look at her on the bed. Her sleep was still a little restless, but she was breathing evenly. I stepped into the hallway outside her room. To the left would likely be the everyday rooms; to the right, I saw a door into another room and a few pieces of antique furniture. Probably Louis XV. I chose to go left. I guessed I'd find the kitchen down that way, and what I needed most at the moment was a cup of coffee.

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