The man was in no mood for arguing and soon they were speeding towards Penelope’s apartment. She didn’t want to meet anyone she knew in the elevator and so she led him up the back stairs.
Once in the apartment she took him into the bedroom, threw open Danny’s closet, that still had a few of his things in, and she told him to get a shower and to help himself to what ever he needed while she rustled up some food. When he emerged from the bathroom she was surprised to see how sharp he looked.
“I hope you like Omelets,” she said, “it’s the only thing I could think of at such short notice.”
“Omelets are fine,” he replied.
“Sit down – help yourself to coffee and there’s some French bread here.” she said, holding out a plate.
He took a couple of pieces and thanked her for her kindness. During the meal she asked him lots of questions about how he managed to end up on the street. She found out his name was Jarred, he was 30 years old, had once been a university professor but he had developed a gambling habit.
“When I’d spent all my own money and tanked out my credit cards,” he explained, “I started to borrow from my colleagues. As I kept losing I couldn’t pay them back, that caused some embarrassment to the college and they let me go a few months ago. Then two days ago they padlocked my apartment and I’ve been sleeping in the park.”
Penelope looked at his lightly chiseled face, his Windex blue eyes, his thick brown hair and thought that he was quite a bit better looking than Danny, who she wished was sleeping in the park. After he’d cleaned his plate he sat there looking a bit uncomfortable as she continued to eye him over without saying anything.
“When I picked you up,” she said, “I had a reason.”
“I hope you’re not a mad scientist looking for body parts,” he laughed.
“I might be looking for your body parts,” she said, “it depends on what you have to offer.”
“Well I’ve just had a very bad experience, I just caught my boyfriend, who I’d always been faithful to, f**king my best friend in this very apartment.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he sympathized.
“It may sound kind of weird but when I bumped into you I was looking for someone to come back here with me and I was going to f**k their brains out.”
He put his coffee cup down and gazed at her with a quizzical look on his face , “Did you think that would make you feel better?”
“Yes – I did.”
“And how do you feel about it now?”