I do not know what happened other than I must have gotten looped and made a fool of myself at Sara's father's house Sara's mother and sister were there along with her sister's husband. Including Family and other guests there were about fifteen people at the gathering.
I must have been an ass because after dinner Sara grabbed me and we got in the car for the ride back to my rental. Sara surprised me by saying that she needed to be at the office early so William would be dropping me off and she would be going to her flat in London. The car pulled in and I got our giving Sara a good night kiss. I watched it pull away, knowing that I might not see her again.
"John Paul Rogers you can be an idiot at times!" I said to myself as I watched the car pull away.
The next morning I packed up some things that she left and called her. I got an assistant and explained that Sara left some items with me. I explained that someone could pick them up and gave her the address. There was a beep out side the house telling me that my car was there to take me to the edit suite.
The director emailed some instructions on changes he wanted before the move back to L.A. The car took me to the office that I was using and quickly edited the changes. That done I backed up all the files and contacted the production security company about getting the material transported back to California. The editing machine and the backups would be shipped by different carriers but should arrived in about a week.
The car picked me up and drove me to my rental and I started to box my clothing and other possessions that needed to be shipped home. Mrs. Fields was a wonderful host but I dodged her questions about Lady Jane. I confirmed my flight for the next day and hit the rack. I resolved to get Mrs. Fields something nice for putting up with me.
I was up at six and saw my ride to the airport was waiting. Flight check-in was frustrating but I got through it and found my seat in business class. I tried to calculate what time it would be in New York when the plane arrived but I could not make it work.
We got in the air and the attendants circulated with glasses of Champagne. I was seated beside a nice young woman who was going home to get married. She was a management consultant and was doing a stint in Europe. She and her husband to-be would return to finish her assignment. We chatted off and on through out the flight. We sampled some of the best airline food I have been served; and I tried to nap. I still wondered if Sara and I would get together again.
There was a bong and the pilot announced that they were beginning the decent to Kennedy. The attendants began to clear the cabin and make sure that seatbelts were on. I was sorry about the way Sara and I ended our visit. I planned to go back later in the year to see if I could repair the rift.
We landed and I got through customs and made my way to my LA flight. While I was waiting for my LA Flight I called Sara's phone but all I got was the answering system. I left a message and hoped that she would call me back.
My friend Bret Robinson said that the family would meet me at the airport. The flight was uneventful and we landed just as the sun was coming over the Sierras. Bret and her husband drove me home and I quickly got use to cars on the right side of the road. I begged off having them come in but thanked them and promised them dinner and a full report.
The next three and a half months was a blur as the director and I hurried to finish the editing. He and the Producer blessed the edit and I considered it a lock. The sound and color guys would finish but I would be available if they needed any touch ups. Shortly after finishing the film I started to edit five commercials and a fifteen-minute industrial. I owed a favor to a friend and the money was good.
I was standing in my kitchen opening a bottle of Champagne to celebrate the finish of the project when I heard someone come in.
"Bret that you?"
There was no response and I chalked it up to wind. I turned away to get a glass.
"No Darling I am not Bret," said Sara in her upper crust accent
I turned around with a very surprised look on my face.
"Close your mouth, darling you look like you see a ghost. And how many times to I have to remind you to lock your door!"
I turned around again to get a second glass and poured the wine in both glasses and handed one to Sara.
"What are we celebrating?"
"I finished a project, and wanted to celebrate"
"You left without saying goodbye."
"I called your office but was switched to an assistant, I thought that meant that you did not want to talk to me," I said as I poured more wine. I called you when I got to New York but got your voicemail.
"You should have called back. You need to be more forceful," Sara responded
"When we were last together I got the message that you were pissed at me!"
"Darling, you were too pissed to understand anything that night."
"I don't recall that I drank that much that evening, and I didn't feel too intoxicated when I got out of the car."
"Darling, halfway through dinner you got a weird look on your face and after dinner you started hitting on my sister and Mother. I will admit that you returned to more normal on the way back to your quarters."
Something clicked in my mind when Sara described my actions at the dinner. I took a pill before dinner and I think that it reacted with the booze.
"If you want me to write a letter of apology I will," I said.
"Don't be silly, what's done is done."
I finally noticed what Sara was wearing; tight western style jeans, tailored western shirt, and very sharp pointed boots with a long heal.
"You must be going out to the ranch."
"Yes two vets are coming in the next few days to check the heifers to see how many are pregnant. Father asked that I come and supervise. Are you up for a trip to the desert?"
I stepped around the counter and before she could protest I embraced her and our lips met. It became a long wet kiss with lots of tongue. My hand moved from her butt to her neck. I felt her breasts thought the shirt. Sara tried to move away but I kept her close. My hand went in the back of her jeans and massaged her flanks. All I wanted to do was get her undressed and my cock in her pussy.
Sara finally broke free and almost smacked me with her hand but I got my arm up before she could connect. I again embraced her and our lips met.
"Mr. Rogers what are your intentions?!"
"Get you in my bed and put my cock in your pussy," I said as I kissed her again.
"Would you mind I I got your cock in my mouth?"