This is one of my recent 'shorts' called "Just the two of us"
Hope it meets your criteria Jerry. Best wishes, Mike.

Working as a full time personal assistant to the boss of a huge company can provide a laborious but perhaps lucrative lifestyle for some. I use the term lifestyle unreservedly as my position puts me into situations where I have to spend several days at a time overseas with the boss and weekends where I have to work, when others are out having fun. It is always good to get home!
I felt really stressed that day as it had been such a hard day at work. I could not wait to get home to my lovely studio flat to relax for an hour before having my usual Friday night out, which is always full of anticipation as to who I will meet and what will transpire.
It was a freezing November night when I took that long, hot, refreshing shower, before donning my gladrags to go out on the town. Not sure where to go, I telephoned for a taxi and demanded to be taken to the centre of town where a surprised taxi driver set me down….surprised because the fare was only £5.50 and I told him to keep the change from a £10 note. Little did he know that I had won £3000 on the lottery and I was feeling sort of flush. I believe this to be the largest amount of money I have owned in my whole twenty seven years on this sad earth.
I sauntered through the town centre, fully aware of how good I felt to have finished work for a whole fortnight, yes, two whole weeks of rest and relaxation and maybe renewing of old friendships as well as catching up with household chores.
I quickly became aware of someone, paying me more than just an average amount of attention, in a reflection from a shop window. He was over six feet tall and was wearing a silk shirt, open at the collar, a quality black pin striped suit, with prick stitching around the collar and knife edge creases in the trousers which were so neatly pressed and a pair of shiny black and very expensive looking patent leather boots . He was perhaps one of the most attractive men I have ever encountered, having a suave, sophisticated look about him. I was sure I had seen him on previous occasions doing exactly the same thing…looking at me in the reflection of a shop window…. but never had he looked so well dressed and attractive. I made the sort of pretence of not giving back the attention, which seemed to make him even more interested. He walked along beside me making comments about the weather and the way the town was changing day by day, which are subjects on which I am quite knowledgable . I actually quite enjoyed his company so I invited him to a favourite haunt of mine, The Dog and Duck, for a drink or maybe two. I was feeling flush with the lottery win so I offered to buy all the drinks, which I believe pleased him. We sat there for at least two hours, totally engrossed in conversation but for some reason, people were giving us such strange looks that we eventually decided to leave. Some people don't seem to have the ability to mind their own business and at times it can be quite soul destroying.
We stepped out into the freezing night air together, with me never before having felt so close to someone on such short acquaintance. I was not feeling too confident but I shyly asked him if he wished to come home with me to spend the night and he replied that he would with an air of great anticipation. We walked slowly along the road, engrossed in deep conversation and often his hand would brush against my leg, sending shivers down my spine and causing me to fantasize about what would actually happen when we reached my home.
We arrived at the flat and I poured him a large whisky, which I guessed was his favourite tipple, before inviting him upstairs to the bedroom. He sat with me on the edge of the bed, nervously fingering his whisky glass so I took it from him and placed it on the pine bedside table, encouraging him at the same time to stand in front of the antique mahogany wardrobe.
I slowly undressed him in front of the mirror, gently caressing each part of his body as I did so, and then I went to my bed for yet another lonely night on my own.
                              
I find my schizophrenia to be such a strange affliction.


Mike Hill.
March 2007