The Scent of Gold
There was a cloud of dust still floating in the air of the basement, visible only by the few rays of light that shone through the windows. Been a long time since I visited this place…it used to be my home away from home. I left here when she left here. I just couldn’t stay with her scent still lingering. This room was our Play Room, jokingly we called it our “Home Gym.” She thought it was cute because my name is Gym. I thought it was cute because she always said it with a twinkle in her eyes and a little motion towards the basement door. We would “exercise” for hours. She’s gone now. Her work took her abroad, as she is an artist. My work as a State Prosecutor keeps me here.
I continued down the stairs and noticed the 4th stair creak was gone…just like her. I reached the end of the stairs and looked to the right. The place we carved our names on the wall near the suspension swing caught my eye. I walked over to it, something seemed strange. As I got closer, I had to adjust my eyes a little, but I was right! The dust over it seemed to be wiped away…how possible. I wrote it off quickly, as my heart and aging eyes must have been playing with my head. After all, this was our weekend house, that I planned to live in full time now, no sense in creeping myself out over something like that. Right?
Looking around, the memories were staring at me from every corner. I reached out to touch the deep red crushed velvet in diamond shapes I installed on the wall for her, a nice cushion for her while she would hang, awaiting my next lash. The collection of floggers, whips, cuffs and restraints, all still hanging neatly upon the wall.
Even her sweet surrendering sounds seemed to be coming at me from everywhere in the room.
I had to turn my head, hold back the tears.
Coffee sounded good right now, I’ll go have a cup…yes, that will make the tears go away. I think I eye-rolled at myself and gave a little chuckle at the absurdity of that logic. Turning to head for the stairs, I heard a crunch under my boot. What the hell? Crumbs…?
Cookie crumbs…fresh cookie crumbs. My heart began to pump just a little faster as I ascended the stairs to check out the rest of the house…my boots seemed to get heavier along with my thoughts.
Why did I not go through the house first? Why did I have to go down to the Gym right away? Damn, now if I catch some squatter mother fucker in my house, my eyes are all red from the tears! Crap, that is not gonna make me look very tough…I mean, I’m buff and all, but a Butch with tears…crap! I raced through the Den, busted open the door to the kitchen and stopped cold.
There was coffee cup on the table. I picked it up, it was hers!
Mother Fuckers used her cup! A lump formed in my throat, it still had her scent.
A quick glance around the room told me that someone was definitely here. I reached down to my side and un-holstered my piece, it was as cold as my eyes right now. I headed for the upstairs bedroom…now feeling the need to creep around my own house. Lingering heavier in the air than the dust now, was her scent.
“Gold…?” I cannot believe I just called out her name.
Where is my head? “Gold?” Nothing.
Turning the corner at the top of the stairs, I went straight to her art room to make sure her pieces were still there. Being in a hurry to do so, I knocked over something on the table as I went in…it was an open can of paint, Daddi Green no less.
Ok, now my face feels hot and my heart just stopped.
I spun for the bedroom like a little kid.
The door was cracked open, I pushed on it a little to peek in.
There She lay, on the bed all curled up in a fetal position, with my pillow…wearing one of my long sleeve button shirts and nothing else. I dropped my piece, my heart, the lump in my throat, and my jaw. My piece hit the floor first…stirring her awake. “Daddi…?” She said in a groggy, sweet voice. With the lump in my throat returning as fast as the tears in my eyes, I replied…”Yes Gold, it’s Daddi.”
She smiled sweetly and opened her beautiful eyes…then opened her arms for me. In the most natural reaction I have ever had in me, I went to her, held her in my arms as tight as I could for what seemed eternity. I pulled softly on her hair to see her face, and had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.
She touched my lips softly and whispered, “Sshhh…I know baby, I know.” then she sat up a little and said, ” I heard you were moving down here to start a new business, and was so happy you gave up the state job…well, I had so much success with my collection, I thought you could use a little help.” Her voice took me away, all I could do was nod. Then she smiled sweetly and whispered, “You wanna go work out?”
Needless to say, we worked out for days.
When spring arrived, I met with the contractors for some last minute details before opening our new business. Yes, we named it Golds Gym. I even had them replicate the basement from the house in the basement of the new building as a surprise for her.
Eventually, we married…and held our own reception in the new Home Gym.
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