Timeless Love by Karyn Gerrard Page B

How
wonderful, Joey!"
    She was right. He dismissed any maudlin
thoughts of only having these few photographs as a reminder of
their time together. Joey slipped the photos in his wallet and
placed it in his leather coat pocket so they would not get bent or
damaged. He would take her to the early show at the Paramount.
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid was playing. Cathy's excitement
to see a movie on the big screen was infectious.
    For the next couple of hours Joey watched
Cathy more than he watched the actual movie. Observing her
reactions and enjoyment to the show gave him more pleasure than the
film itself. She laughed, cried and clapped at the end. Some other
movie patrons even joined her in the enthusiastic applause. Cathy's
face was alight with pure joy. Just before the lights came up, he
leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She tasted of hot
buttered popcorn with a sultry mixture of sexy woman. God, he
loved her. Her joy was his. He sensed her happiness deep into
his very soul.
    As they stepped out of the theatre, moviegoers
milled all around them, either heading to their parked cars or
walking down King Street to the pubs and taverns. It was close to
nine o'clock and pitch black out, but the streets were awash in
muted illuminations from street lights and the signs of the many
storefronts that lined the block.
    Joey took Cathy's hand and headed toward home.
They had walked uptown instead of taking his bike this time and he
was glad they did. It was windy but the air was fresh and warm, as
if summer and autumn were struggling for command. He stopped in
front of a restaurant. "Do you want something to drink, a hot
chocolate maybe?"
    Cathy looked up at the sign. She began to
laugh. "Oh Joey, Napoleon's Restaurant? On Waterloo Street? Very
amusing." The lighted sign swayed in the wind and a stray paper cup
hit Joey's boot as it continued down the street.
    Hell . How had he never made the
connection before? He lifted her hand still clasped in his and
kissed it. "Drink?"
    Cathy giggled and nodded. Joey pushed the door
open and let Cathy walk in ahead of him. The din of conversation
intermingled with the sounds of dishes clattering out back. The
place was half full, the scent of fried onions and cigarette smoke
hung in the air. They took a booth halfway down the side wall. Joey
ordered a Pepsi and an order of fries. Cathy decided on hot
chocolate. Music played over a cloth-covered speaker just above
their heads.
    Joey heard the unmistakable voices of the
Righteous Brothers. 'You're My Soul and Inspiration' warbled out of
the speaker. Its deeply felt lyrics resonated with Joey. 'Without you baby, what good am I?' He looked across at
Cathy. It was true, without her he was nothing. He was a romantic
fool.
    "Joey, are you alright?" Cathy reached across
the table and laid her hand on top of his.
    Damn, God knows what his face showed. His control over hiding his emotions was pretty much smashed the
minute he had brought Catherine Worthington into his life. At this
stage, he didn't even bother to try and mask his feelings. He was
about to speak when the waitress showed up and laid a platter of
golden fries on the table in between them.
    The moment passed. He swallowed the lump in
his throat and pulled his hand away and reached for the salt.
Dousing the fries, he set the shaker aside and reached for a couple
with his fingers.
    "Careful, they're hot."
    Cathy tentatively held a couple by the tips of
her fingers. She brought them to her lips and blew. Joey's cock
twitched in his leather pants. Her sensual and full, puckered lips
closed over the fries and blood rushed to his cock, thickening it,
and hardening it to the point of pain. He couldn't even watch her
eat French fries without getting an erection. Damn. Don't even
mention bananas.
    He closed his eyes and relived their morning
in bed. After their slow, leisurely lovemaking, Cathy turned to
face him and had pushed him down on the bed. Her magnificent lips
began a