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    There are a handful of public parking options all within a few minutes walk, leading to my only dilemma of the day - which to choose. I opt for the Civic since today's weather is unpredictable. I am again here an hour early and that hour feels like a lifetime.

    Yes, I have been here before, many times in fact but this knowledge does little to ease my excitement. This cosy one bedroom apartment is central, easy to get to, and offers a view with a touch of the Auckland Harbour. These facilities are modern and of a good standard. From its semi discrete street entrance, the foyers' elevators provide a welcome sight after a short five minute climb up the hill from the car park that I managed to stretch out to fill up an hour. Up and on to navigating the maze of turns that architects seem intent to include for some secretive purpose known only to them. I reach her door.

    Behind it is no TARDIS, but three simple, functional rooms. The lounge shares its duty with a simple kitchenette, the room opening out on to that external view of the harbour. On a good day this view only pales compared to the sight of the one standing on my side of the glass, and so today I hardly pay it notice. The bathroom is compact, yet it boasts a shower with room for two and it comes well stocked. The towels expertly folded, help bring a hotel ambiance to it all – I take note of the non-scented body wash and the nip glass of mouthwash already poured, a clever addition. The bedroom is dominated by a generously sized bed and the mirrored wardrobe doors. There will be no hiding in here and from experience little sights left to my imagination alone. I’m told almost apologetically, there are more charms still to be added, a wall hanging to cover a flaw in the hall but this apartment already shows its personal touches, offering me a warm and inviting escape.

    From the first greeting I am made to feel welcome and relaxed. Now in her domain and this hostess possesses a natural talent enhanced by way of an apprenticeship of sorts with Auckland’s premium establishment - it was there at the Dollhouse we first met. The woman’s profile reads ex model and she could indeed have just fallen off the catwalk this morning to share this otherwise wet afternoon with me. I had but a simple request, glasses and pony tail and she pulls off this look so well I find myself breathless. Her dress is elegant but it is her eyes I am drawn too. She is a joy to talk with, getting a laugh is rare but smiles come easily and in doing so devours my armour of charm and wit. I’m feeling tongue tied but also in rapture. I keep thinking it can not be simple coincidence that we share so much of life’s interests, and so I suspect it is her ability to talk on any topic with such confidence that I’m simply seeing in action.

    We share a soy latte on the couch and catch up on what recent trials life had thrown at us, like friends of old. I am no match to compete with her charms and so I again have taken the coward’s route, bearing small gifts that I now hold out in front of me like a paper shield. It is an offering to show that I appreciate our time together - she smiles because she knows and sees through for what it really is. Today's offering includes a simple packet of Oreo cookies, a favourite of hers mentioned at our last visit. I have also brought her a new wand to add to her collection - one that I'm told is guaranteed to make your teeth rattle, I add with a grin. Since you can't be a true princess with out a wand and it was some eight months ago she told me hers had disappeared - she got the connection and the resulting smile was priceless. In truth it is these reactions that keep drawing me back to this cosy little apartment. She appreciates my visits not for what I bring and although a part of me knows this, I still have an urge to keep impressing this woman. It is not the small trinkets but an attitude, one she is happy to reflect right back at me and so I am a wealthier man for it.

    I return from the shower to find her lying on the bed. The elegant dress has disappeared, I care not where, since the glasses and pony tail remain. I watch her play with the trinket I brought with me. Her smile is back, but this time her eyes add a distinct carnal flavour to it – one I am eager to taste. Her sexual appetite is a match to mine, it feels like she has read me cover to cover, and trust me when I say she is well versed. I simply desire to please this woman, again and again and again. So we begin to play, and while the rain continues to fall outside, now it is more than just the pavements below that are wet.

    Leaving this little apartment is always bitter sweet – it is just 3 simple rooms but for me it is enough. The memory of her smile draws me back in already.
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    Nice. Very nice

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    Alright - that's enough of that - 3 word reviews from now on, unless you can do one in the style of James Joyce.

    Nah but seriously - nice one. :-)

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    Quote Originally Posted by donaldh06 View Post
    Alright - that's enough of that - 3 word reviews from now on, unless you can do one in the style of James Joyce.

    Nah but seriously - nice one. :-)
    This is a work of (non) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's fading memory or used in an embellished manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely based on true events (from last Friday). No animals were harmed in the making.

    Though while loosely structured as a review, technically... its a teaser, since I've left the lady unnamed I've no doubt she'll work it out, and should she come across it, I'm kinda hopeful may even pick up the story and offer a counterpoint.

    Thanks, it was actually rather fun to write. Just don't be too harsh on my grammar. I've never grasped the concept of apostrophes, it's all greek to me and so I just throw them around liberally. Fortunately my occupation relies on numbers instead.

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