Next morning Tony wakes abruptly. Looks up to see Jill standing over him with a coffee in hand, dressed for work already.
"How did things go with Anna last night?" she says, peering at him intently.
"Oh. What do you mean?" Tony hesitates. How much does she know?
"I mean, was she ok when you took her home?" Jill says. "That's all."
"Oh," says Tony. "Yeah. She was fine. Fine," says Tony, taking the coffee and sitting up, a pillow propped behind him.
Jill sits on the edge of the bed, just looking at him, opens her mouth as if about to speak, and instead sips her own coffee. Tony drinks his too, and they sit in silence, something unspoken hanging in the air between them.
"I have to get going or I'll be late," Jill says. "Bye, call you later," and kissing him on the cheek, leaves for work.
Tony gets out of bed and heads for the kitchen, coffee in hand. He can smell Anna on his hands, and inhales deeply with his fingers to his face. He is amazed at the events of last night and feels no guilt, just a desire to see Anna again. Looking out of his kitchen window he hopes for a glimpse of her but the windows at Anna's house are closed.
He decides to shower, his body aching for Anna again. The phone rings while he's in there, and he rushes to answer it, for some reason thinking that it might be her. It isn't. It's work, wanting him to travel away this weekend on a job down south, just for one night. He sighs. Calls Jill to tell her.
"Tony, that'll work out well, I was thinking of visiting Mum this weekend," says Jill on the phone.
So it's all arranged. Tomorrow morning, Saturday, he's leaving early for Margaret River, has to troubleshoot for someone down there. Shouldn't be too hard, but he hates travelling, alone anyway. Jill's leaving tonight and will stay with her Mum till Sunday.
The morning passes so slowly. Tony thought he would have heard something from Anna by now, and he's been watching to see if Brad has left so he can go and talk to her, maybe hold her again, feel her against him. He doesn't have to wait much longer. He hears a knock at the door, rushes to answer it. Hoping it'll be Anna.
He isn't disappointed. She's standing there, dressed in a tight tshirt and a skirt, at his door. He smiles and pulls her inside, kisses her deeply, running his hands up the back of her shirt, feeling her soft warm back under his touch. She isn't wearing a bra, and he slides his hand around to cup her breast as his tongue finds hers. She kisses him back just as passionately, then pulls away.
"I just wanted to see you. We have to be careful, Brad knew I was out of bed last night," she says. "But I don't think he knows anything. He's going away fishing tonight, I'll be alone."
"Anna. Come with me to Margaret River tomorrow. Jill's going away and I'm going to be there till Sunday. It would be fantastic. Come with me," whispers Tony as he holds her, kissing her neck as he lifts her soft hair, tasting her skin.
"I can't," she says pulling away again. "What if Brad found out? I'd be worried," she says.
"Ok. Ok," Tony whispers into her soft ear, kissing her neck, leaning her against the wall in his hallway, running his hands over her body as he feels her go loose and sigh. "I want you again," he mutters, bending to kiss each breast.
Anna responds at first but collects herself.
"Brad is home till this afternoon, I want to but I can't do this now," she says, and smoothing her clothes back down, opens the door and leaves Tony standing there, his cock pushing against his boxers.
Tony is going crazy, can't stand the thought of going away tomorrow and Anna being alone, is trying to think of some way out of it so he can stay with her this weekend. He knows there is no escaping what he has to do though. Damn.
Slowly the afternoon passes as Tony glimpses now and then between getting ready for leaving in the morning towards Anna's house. Brad's car remains stubbornly in the driveway, and now and then he sees Brad going back and forth from the house to his car, packing gear for leaving.