It was two a.m. on a Saturday night and while I sometimes got calls at this time, I was not usually impressed with them. Reaching across to the bedside table cursing under my breath I grabbed my phone and my heart sunk.
Gypsy! All manner of thoughts going through my mind about what might be wrong in the second and a half between seeing her name and saying hello.
"Are you still awake?" says an obviously tipsy Gypsy.
"I am now, is everything O.K?"
"I thought I would come around," she said slurring a little.
Thinking she is driving and wanting her off of the road and somewhere safe as soon as possible, I tell her "No problem."
"In a cab around the corner, be there soon," with that she hung up!
"Oh O.K. then," I think, not that I had any chance to refuse. Dragging my tired ass out of bed, I went to the shower. It had been a beast of a day, hotter than the hobs of hell and I had just thrown myself in bed when I had finished writing up a report for a client at midnight. I felt like I could smell myself, never a good thing.
I was in the shower when I heard her banging on the door. I hadn't locked it but she didn't try to get in.
"I'll be right there." I shouted.
All dried off with a towel around me, I followed the noise to see Gypsy filling a glass from a half-finished bottle that had been in the fridge. Turning around she raised her glass to me while I just stared. There, a sleepy look in her eyes, her magnificent assets emphasised by the classy low cut ankle length black dress she was wearing stood, a thing of beauty.
"So to what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked.
"I came to see you," she said pouring me a glass, barely managing not to spill it. "I wanted to see you."