Read part 10 here, or from the beginning, here.
Damian was staring at the screen thinking of a suitable way to answer her.
He had never been in the army.
It wasn't even particularly a dream of his. He actually considered himself a pacifist. Damian hadn't known why he'd gone with the army thing. But he had. And now he was stuck in the weird tales he had started weaving. To the extent of having to send messages in the early hours of the morning to account for the time differences of the make-believe locations he was stationed at. The lies about his physique. The lies about his cock. Yet, they just kept tumbling out. But Celia had wanted to speak to him. They'd had a chance to talk. He'd listened to her rants. They had long phone calls about nothing. When she had trusted him with her name he had felt special. And both of them had enjoyed sharing one another's music tastes.
Long ago, that's all it had ever been about. The music. A college band was started with two friends of his. They never got very far with it. But it was enough to make him miss it. Called themselves Mango Hangover. He had been the drummer.
Those days were but distant memories for him. Now, he was a substitute teacher. Picking up some editing work on the side. He worked mainly in technical colleges. There were never many females around. The company of Celia was different to the others anyway. He kept her wanting more, knew that she would easily give up if he let himself be available to her constantly. She was a needy thing. He needed her, too. Just for different reasons.
He began typing. Delete. Delete. Delete.
The music he was listening to wasn't right. He pushed away from his computer desk and strode towards the bed. He flicked through a pile of CDs that balanced forlornly on the bedside cabinet. There was always the record player, he thought. But he hadn't made much of an effort to replace the dust cover and he couldn't bring himself to clean anything.
Damian went back to his computer. Going to YouTube, he decided on Christmas music. It was December fifth, after all. Chris de Burgh's A Spaceman Came Travelling played.
He started typing once again.
Damian86: We should meet up.
Damian86: I have a present for you.
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Read part 12 here.
