Who Cares! - A Tragi-comedy

"Sam why am I not enough..."

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The waiter stepped up to see if there was anything needed but at the first sight of the two entwined outlines stepped back into shadow with a grin. This place was known for its privacy, the few who came here where invited by the owner and forbidden to tell of it. That certainly made working here interesting.

Joseph had finally taken her face into his hand and started to kiss her when he sensed she had come to an internal decision. Her lips were very soft and gentle tracing along his chin, jaw-line, neck, cheek just to return and slip between his own in Search to send impulses when her tongue met his. His hands were wandering over the outline of her figure drawn like with charcoal under the indigo dress.

They were both enjoying each other there was a certain chemistry that made this kind of foreshadowing game as interesting as what was to come. His fingers found the shape of her breast; her dress was cut as to allow him slip one of them out of their under-worn cage and out into the open. He leaned down and closed his mouth around the erect pink nipple sucking softly in the dim twilight of the Bar. Rosa's head moved backwards and she closed her eyes, moaning softly as the sensations engulfed her from head to toe. They both knew there were still other guests around and the staff but didn't that make things even more exciting? Rosa certainly thought so. Josephs tongue flicked over her exposed skin, from breast to white skinned shoulder, kissing her neck and finally heaving her to sit on his lap.

She pulled her arms around his neck her breasts still out in the open and pulled him closer burying his face in the warmth of her flesh. She could feel that he was getting as hard as she was getting wet. As if he sensed her thoughts, Joseph sucking at her immaculate skin proceeded to slip his free hand under her dress from below, beyond the garter belt and pushing her thighs apart. Now it was him who moaned when his fingers entered the wet dripping folds and found the swollen bud. He rubbed up and down it with his thumb and felt the waves shivering through her body as they transferred her movements to his. Rosa's clit felt on fire. He knew just how to tease her right to the edge without making her come. It was heaven in hell.

They were both getting very hot and Rosa slipped back into her seat beside him, taking a gulp of her drink while her fingers wonderously managed to open up his vest and shirt to expose a well groomed chest. Rosa smirked she liked the sight and appreciated generous manly traits. It was her turn to tease his nipples with her teeth while her hand slipped slowly into his trousers and found flesh hot and pulsating under her touch. She traced the line she knew was most sensitive to men with her wetted finger and it was now Joseph who leaned back with closed eyes and accelerated breathing.

They were both more than ready to leave.

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Act 5 -- Distressed Dandy in Defeat?

It was past midnight when Sam was back on the streets with the promise to return home straight. Of course he had lied. He was on the lookout for a Bar any seedy place to get properly drunk. The time in the cell had only served to set all his thoughts on fire. He could take no more. All he had wanted was to spent a nice challenging evening with Rosa and now she was off somewhere with another man. Sam was seething inside. He was shaking as he walked down one dark street after another oblivious to his surroundings, but always always with the sight of Rosa on the bridge in Paris in his mind. Why was it he had gone after her then?

He could barely remember he only knew that something he couldn't explain pulled him towards her. He was hardly in need of admiring and devoted women. All his life everything he wanted had fallen into his hands just so and if it didn't he took it by his will. And she was hardly the most beautiful or smart amongst them. But still. She was different. He couldn't help but like that. He just couldn't get her out of his head, and what was more for the first time in his life he felt genuinely sorry that he may have hurt her, even if accidently.

Oh Rosa, if only we could start this day over...

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Sam finally entered a back yard place in a seedy part of the city. He was completely out of place even in his disheveled state and nearly got into a fight with what looked like real mafia brutes had it not been for the Barkeeper who called all to sit down and shut the hell up and who provided him with cheap but strong whiskey. After four or more shot glasses Sam slowly felt his consciousness slip away.

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Moe looked up as all heads turned towards the doorway. A lady stepped in and came straight to the Bar sat beside the poor sod and nodded as if resolving a question.

"Ye coming for that one, eh. Might be too late, don think he will stand tonight for ye if ye know what I mean.."

Rosa rolled her eyes at the cheap joke. There he was slumped over and looking completely forlorn. She wasn't sure if he was awake or not so she prodded him rather strongly without reciprocating any reaction but a mumble from beneath his arms that sounded suspiciously like a trial to sing "Hello my Baby Hello my Honey Hello ma Ragtime Girl..." . Rosa bit her lip in amusement. Then her heart stopped as he looked up for just a split second and asked with the voice of a small boy:

"Rosa, my Rosa, where are you. I need you. ...love you."

Rosa put her hand over her mouth in surprise and looked at him with tenderness.

"You don't happen to have a bucket behind that counter do you? Fill it with cold water. Go on do it or I will."

Rosa made as if to stand and move behind the counter so the old man quickly filled an old bucket with water from the backyard and stood it on top of the counter in front of her.

"So lassie an now? What ye gonna do with it eh?"

Rosa smiled mischievously and skipped a reply by taking the bucket raising it up over Sam's head and slowly tipping it over. The normally rowdy place was so silent you could have heard a pin drop.

It was like Noah's flood was breaking over him. Sam shocked himself back into consciousness not just by cause of the water but the anger that this horrific day just didn't seem to want to end. He blinked water droplets out of his eyes trying to make sense of what just happened. When he turned his head he believed he saw her sitting on a stool beside him. Sam groaned. He must have had so much shit whiskey he was starting to hallucinate. He looked again. There she was sitting with her chin propped on her arm mustering him calmly with a genuinely loving smile on her face.

"Yep, hallucination, real woman wouldn't leave the opportunity to have a go at me."

Rosa thought she misheard and gasped. Alright he was drunk, so what was it they say likely he spoke his true heart. Was that what he thought of her? She sat up straight and looked at him. He was a hot mess. It must have been a truly bad day if he was beyond caring to walk around like this in public. She took hold of his shirt and pulled him close seeking his dark eyes. He reeked of alcohol, stank of cow dung and smelled like sick. And yep that was definitely snot coming out from his nose. Rosa sighed inwardly. She could be at the best apartment in town right now with a hot Joseph at her call.

"Wow, I must really lov... this guy."

Rosa huffed in played exasperation then leaned in and kissed him with all the passion, devotion and sensitivity only a woman who is completely sure of herself can accomplish.

Sam felt as if all the worries in the world fell off his shoulders. Everything finally seemed right, he could feel her smell her, see her. His hands slowly found the strength to move and cup her face.

When they parted reluctantly they both smiled.

"I didn't think you would come to find me. Weren't you jealous?"

Rosa snapped at his forehead with her fingers so hard it hurt him.

"You wish. It was quite a feat to find you. Helen and Solomon are out there, too looking for you."

Sam sneered with disapproval.

"Don't mention Sol right now. He will be lucky to live if I am done with him. What?"

"So will Helen. She admitted to have Joseph appear at that club earlier. To see if you would fight for me, silly girl. If she hadn't I...probably wouldn't have left. Sam...say... Sol told me about some of your day. Would you mind passing that favour you got at the restaurant to me?"

Sam who slowly felt like more of his usual self looked at her and spread into a sinister smile.

"Probably Sweetheart. Why?"

Rosa winked at him.

"I think once I get you home and cleaned up I want to send a little Thank you to our two friends. They earned it don't you think?"

"Rosa I like the way you look when you plot something devious."

"Well must be rubbing off you, Handsome."

Rosa stood and took his hand urging them to go but stopped for a moment:

"Sam? You promise one thing. This weekend is all ours. Just you and me and no disturbance of any kind. You invited me here after all."

Samuel stood took her into his arms and replied lowly just for them to hear:

"You bet."

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*Thank you for reading* 2016/20/03