The Cruel Twists of Love by kathryn morgan-parry

into her street
    “ Can you wait here for me then I will walk her to the door and come straight back” he says exasperated at the lack of compassion from the driver
    “ No can do mate, I do have a life to go home to, if you get out you walking home.”
    “ Come on Helen I’ll walk you home” the cheers from the men making Helen blush
    “ Ah Miss let him stay on the couch it raining out, have a heart” a man in his fifties that was sitting on his own teases her.
    “Fred , leave it out” Phil blushes for Helen from the relentless teasing from the men. Phil climbs out of the taxicab and helps Helen out into the rain and he smiling at her shyly.
              She allows him to guide her down the lane, the rain falling on her skin .
    “ Let me do up your coat Helen you catch your death” and pulling her coat around her
    “ No thanks I like the rain” she hears him laugh and that she was crazy as they walk. They both soaked as they reached her front door. And she shivers as a raindrop runs down her back when she opens her door.
    “ Come in Phil, you can phone a taxi from here” she gently pulls him inside before he can say no
    “I put the kettle on , tea or coffee?” she asks brightly
    “ Tea pleases Helen” she slips her coat off and lets it drop to the floor and she goes into the kitchen. Slipping her shoes off and putting the kettle on and absently undoing her hair and loosening her hair. Pouring the hot water over two teabags in the pot and putting the tea cosy over the pot to allow it time to brew. Helen bends down to get some mugs for the tea from a cupboard.
    “ Milk or sugar?” she asks busy with the task of making the tea
    “ Um, Sorry just the milk” she hears him groan when she bends to get the milk out of the fridge and turns to look at him. Puzzled by his groan
    “ You really don’t know how beautiful you look, do you?” Phil is staring at her with pure lust in his eyes from the door way and she blushes at his stare and shakily she pours the milk and then the tea into the mugs and bending to put the milk back into the fridge.
    “ That dress is very short you know” he teases her and her face blazes, she forgotten how short her dress was.
    “ Do you have any idea of what you just did to me?” she looks at him confused as she passes his tea
    “ The slipping off your coat and your shoes?” she has no recalculation of what she did when she came in
    “ Um, I always take my shoes off in the house, what did I do wrong?” she concerned that she has upset him somehow
    “ Nothing Helen it’s just when you dropped your hair I found it too arousing, I thought you were teasing me on purpose but I can see by your confusion it just what you do when you home” she fidgets with her dress and pulling it down to try to cover her legs. Phil is making her feel naked with his stare and he walks towards her and slaps her hand hard that was playing with her dress
    “ Don’t fidget Helen” raising her hand and kissing the sting from the slap  
    “ You can stay the night, in the living room if you like?” she can’t believe she just asked him to stay
    “ Would your parents mind?”
    “ Don’t see why not, they not here, drink your tea Phil” she smiles at his shocked face that they were alone in the house.
                She put s some music on and sits as far away as she could from him and they drink their tea in silence. She noticed he sat on the settee but she still wasn’t ready to sleep with him. She knew she was playing a dangerous game with him, but she trusted him completely not to rush her.
    “I’ll get you a blanket” and quickly standing up and walking out of the room, when she sees him slipping off his jacket and placing it on a chair.
    “ Thanks Helen you sure you o.k. with me staying I can still get a taxi home” he says quietly when she returns with a blanket. Phil had removed his trousers when she was out of the room and she blushes at the sight of him in his