low muffled voice. She barely recognised as her own. There was a pause then the chirpy voice of Lisa said:
“Wakey! Wakey! Rise and shine sleepyhead!” Sam groaned louder. It was Saturday. She was hung-over and she needed sleep.
“It’ s early. Call me back.”
“I have coffee and croissants ordered, get your butt down to the café on the corner.” This was torture. But Sam knew that it was pointless trying to argue the point.
“Alright get it to go. I’ ll leave the door open OK?” Lisa laughed and hung up.
Sam managed to shower and dress in less than ten minutes. But it still didn’t cure the banging sound in her head. She walked over to the window and looked out. The closing of the door made her jump as she caught sight of the note Jay had left last night. Sam picked it up and read it.
“Babe, I had a great evening, nothing would have given me greater pleasure than to take you but it wouldn’t have been right, not when we were both intoxicated.
Call me at 55577996.
Jay”
Sam reread the note. Oh my god , she thought. He is a real gentleman .
Lisa handed her the coffee and croissant. Looked at the note and casually asked:
“What’ s that?” Sam wondered if she should tell Lisa, but she wasn ’ t sure. Lisa snapped the piece of paper from her and read it. “Oh my, you are a sly one,” she laughed as she put it back on the window ledge.
“Who’ s Jay? Tell me everything.” Sam laughed. Drank her coffee and sat down on the window. She told Lisa everything that had happened including how gallant Jay had been.
“He must be gay!”
“No! He’ s not!” They both laughed. Sam described him, how attractive he was. His deep blue eyes and how one could drown in them, his crazy hair and makeup.
“Are you describing a man or woman?” Lisa laughed as Sam threw a napkin at her.
“Li, I’ ve never been as attracted to anyone as I was to him last night. And that accent!” She put her hand over her heart in a mock fainting way.
“You were drunk and horny. Amazing how many men that women find attractive when they are in that condition!” They laughed.
The doorbell rang. Lisa looked at Sam and mouthed: Could it be him?
Sam got up and went over to answer the door. She opened it wide, hoping it would be Jay but it was only Sandra from the apartment below. She was holding a massive bouquet of red roses.
“Delivery boy got it wrong. They’ re for you. Beautiful aren’t they?” She handed them to Sam and daintily walked down the stairs. Sam closed the door and saw Lisa ’ s perfectly shaped eyebrow raised.
“I don’ t know who they ’ re from,” she said as matter of fact as she could muster. Lisa laughed. Sam opened the card and read:
“Dinner tonight, 8:00 pm will collect you, Jay.”
Sam let out a shriek of delight. Lisa looked at her then took the card and read it. She hugged Sam and said that they had to go shopping. Despite the objections from Sam, Lisa grabbed her friend ’ s jacket and bag and pushed her out the door.
Two hours later they returned laden with bags and ready for Sam ’ s hot date that night.
Sam made coffee and Lisa turned on the stereo. She looked through Sam ’ s collection then picked up the CD of Glam Metal. She laughed out loud and said:
“Remember how we wanted to be their sex slaves, when we were teens?” She put on the CD and turned up the volume and sang along to the first song.
Sam came into the room dancing and holding the two mugs of coffee. They laughed. Sam couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so giddy about going on a date.
As she kissed her friend goodnight she promised to call her later and give her all the details.
Chapter Four
Sam put the finishing touches to her makeup and put on her new black shift dress and high heels. Just