The Feeling never Dies
‘When you touch a man’s body, he will enjoy the moment, when you touch a man’s heart he will remember it forever.’
9th October 1980
Lisa’s memory of what had happened before she woke up with Jack that morning was hazy but Jack, despite the alcoholic fug inside his head, remembered everything.
They had thrown their clothes off around 5.30a.m. Lisa had performed her undressing routine whilst singing Honey Bun from South Pacific, modifying the lyrics where appropriate.
His hair is black and curly – the bit where she planted both hands on his head whilst his eyes were riveted to her perfectly formed breasts, jiggling up and down to the rhythm of the synchronised beat.
His curls are hurly-whirly – the bit where she ruffled the curls of his jet-black hair and he studied her face. She was trying to sing whilst laughing. He had always loved the way she laughed, a soft unstoppable and very infectious giggle.
His lips are pips – the bit where she brushed his lips with hers.
I call his hips wildey and wildey – the bit where she grabbed his naked buttocks and they danced around the room.
For her finale Lisa threw herself face down on to the bed and Jack followed, the mattress springs protesting before giving way.
‘Oh shit! I need a new bloody mattress anyway.’
They both laughed until they cried; as if cavorting naked was something they had been doing together for years. But the show wasn’t quite over. Lisa, sitting naked and cross-legged on the bed, began to read from her manuscript of They Always Look At The Mother First in her best Foghorn-Leghorn-upper-crusty voice. ‘Ith’s a story about a mother and daughter, Jack,’ she slurred. ‘And ith’s loosely disguised as fiction. Here we go…’
Jack thought it was the funniest thing he had ever heard and had laughed until his ribs ached.
‘Shame mine is a historical press. If it was a hysterical press, I could get that published tomorrow. I’ve really felt for you over the years… being stuck with a mother like Elizabeth.’
‘Tell mees about it! And sheeez only forty now! I will be schtuck with her for eeeyons! But don’t feel shorry for me, Jack, I adopted your mother years ago.’
When her eyelids started to close, she threw the rest of the pages over her head and slumped back against the pillows. Jack lay down next her pulling the covers over them both before clasping her to his chest.
‘I’ve wanted to be this close to you for a very long time,’ he whispered, but she didn’t hear the words he had been longing to say, as she melted into his arms and passed out with a little snore.
He smiled, brushing her lips with a light, lingering kiss, savouring the moment. He pressed her sleeping body against his own, feeling her chest rise and fall with each soft breath until sleep finally overtook him.