Summer Fling Read Free

don’t expect any commitment from
the guy. He doesn’t know the meaning of the word.”
    Lorraine giggled, and as Scott walked
back into the room, she slid onto the floor in front of Tony.
    “I have to go out for a while,” Scott
said, a worried expression painted clearly across his features.
    “What’s up?” Tony asked.
    “Tracey needs me,” Scott said
hesitantly. “I’ll be back quite late I think.” He turned and strode
from the room.
    Lorraine watched him go, wondering who
this Tracey person was. A girlfriend? Hadn’t he said that he’d be
back quite late? Lorraine guessed that he probably wouldn’t be back
at all that night.
    Her guess proved to be right. The two
girls ended up staying at the flat all night.
    Donna rang Lisa and explained, and
Lorraine was given the sofa to sleep on while Donna disappeared
into Tony’s room. She came back long enough to toss Lorraine a
large shirt of Tony’s to sleep in, which she quickly slipped into.
But as soon as she laid down to sleep, she found that she wasn’t
tired.
    She switched on the small reading lamp
on the coffee table and sat silently beside the dim light. Her
thoughts kept turning to Scott. All she could see was his smiling
face as he crept into bed with Tracey, whoever she was.
    Well, what else could she expect?
    Tony had warned her that he wasn’t the
type to stick to one girl, and although she wanted more from Scott
than a one night stand, that was all she might get, if that.
    Sleep finally took her around 2am, but
she was woken by a terrible nightmare. She sat up in fright,
breathing hard and dripping with sweat. The light was still on and
Lorraine dropped her feet to the carpet, nausea sweeping over her
in a tide of relief. Her dark, tangled hair fell about her face,
and she pushed it away. The dream was still fresh in her mind,
bringing fear into reality and she went quickly to the kitchen.
Searching for a glass, she poured a drink of cool orange juice and
sipped it thankfully.
    Sitting at the large kitchen table, she
rested her head on her crossed arms, hoping that soon the memory of
her dream would fade. Lorraine had been having the same nightmare
ever since her mother had been tragically killed when Lorraine was
only six. It would start at their beautiful two storied home in
Blenheim, and Lorraine would be standing in their living room
looking out onto the busy street.
    Her mother’s red Cortina would drive
past, and for a few moments Lorraine could see her mother’s
beautiful face, smiling and happy. Then a green station wagon came
into view, travelling far too fast. Before Lorraine’s six year old
eyes, the station wagon hurtled towards her mother, and before she
knew it, the smile on her mother’s face had turned to an agonising
scream as she flew through the front window screen.
    It was always the same nightmare and
every time Lorraine woke feeling sick and coated in sweat. Then the
thirst would hit her.
    When she had been smaller, her father
had made her hot, sweet lemon drinks to put her to sleep after a
bad dream. Lorraine smiled to herself as she remembered the long
hours he had stayed awake by her bedside, only to get a few hours
of sleep for himself before he had to leave for work.
    “Not sleeping, huh?” Donna’s voice broke
into Lorraine’s thoughts.
    She walked to the fridge, wearing Tony’s
bathrobe and began to devour the remains of a chocolate pie.
    “I had another bad dream,” Lorraine
murmured through the soft material of Tony’s shirt.
    Donna strode to her side and laid an arm
across her shoulders. “Wanna talk about it?”
    “I just want to sleep,” Lorraine said.
“I’ve only had about an hour of sleep.” She lifted her head and
attempted a smile. “I haven’t even had any beauty sleep.”
    “How about you go back to the couch and
I’ll make you a nice hot toddy,” Donna suggested as she ran a hand
over her friend’s sweat beaded brow.
    Lorraine didn’t need to be told twice.
She slipped back under