It had been a long day. Jemima and I hated our jobs but we always tried to do our best. The journey back towards home had been long. Motorway queues and broken down tractors impeded our journey at seemingly every turn. "We're just near my place" I said. "I can't fucking drive anymore. Shall we stop for a rest and a cup of tea?" I enquired. Jemima was in her early thirties. She had dark hair and blue eyes that shone like sapphires. Her Mediterranean complexion made her look younger than her years and she shouldered as she took a gentle drag on her cigarette.
"Fuckin A." She replied. I pulled into my drive and we got out. I could feel the energy fall from my body.
We went inside and I opened the fridge. I pulled out two cold beers and handed her one. I couldn't help but notice her luscious full lips as they pursed over the end of the bottle. I looked away. "Do you mind if I grab a shower?" Jemima enquired. "A wash up before I go home would make me feel so much better."
"Not at all." I said. I led her upstairs and grabbed a clean towel from the airing cupboard and handed it to her. "All the shower stuff is on the side" I informed her.
"Thanks" she said.
"I'm just going to lie down in my bedroom for moment. Take your time." I said.