“Simply Gorgeous”

#82: Linens

Written by:

Sheridan

Jessica had just finished putting some final touches in her brand new kitchen, in a brand new home that she had built. A home that she was able to keep as a secret getaway for her to go to be alone. As she stood in her now completed kitchen, she paused and looked around at what she had just finished and felt very proud of her achievements in her new home. As she did so, she thought about how all of this had come to fruition.

This secret dream of hers started five years before. She had come to Ireland to get some much needed “me time”. Time to spend just for Jessica and with hopefully no murders attached. She stayed for a period of time at several different bed and breakfasts in the southeast area of County Cork and went on many walks. On one such walk Jessica came upon a sea of beautiful wildflowers. The place looked so serene, like a piece of heavenly bliss. The wildflowers appeared to beckon Jessica to come to them.

Jessica continued through the wildflowers and went up a small hill. As she came upon the crest of the hill her breath was taken away at the beauty before her. There was a meadow. Just beyond the meadow was the cliff. Jessica was in awe of the beautiful meadow that opened up to her, and the gentle breeze off of the sea seemed to softly caress her hair.

This motion caused Jessica to close her eyes and relax. Soon she had forgotten all of her troubles and cares. She proceeded to the cliff from where which she could gaze out upon the brilliant blue Irish Sea.

She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. She did this a few times and felt rejuvenated. At that very moment she knew she wanted to build a simple but gorgeous Irish farm house right on that very spot.

She stood by one of the windows in her living room as she remembered these precious moments. As she made her way through the living room taking in the warmth and light of the room, she recalled how while on one of her walks she had met a man and struck up a conversation with him about his home, and the kindness he had shown to her by inviting her into his home and giving her a tour. As she walked through his home she decided she wanted something just like it. She added some modifications to her home’s design and now she stood in the living room that had been made a little larger than the room that she had originally had seen.

The door bell rang and Jessica went through the large foyer to get the door to answer it. She signed for the delivery of the room she had most looked forward to decorating: the innermost sanctum, the most private room of rooms in her home, the master bedroom. She pointed out where she wanted the bed placed, the other chairs, and tables in and around the room. She thanked the men who delivered the furniture and they left.

She then went to the closet and pulled from it a box. She placed the box on one of the club chairs in the bedroom and opened it, pulling out the bright and crisp white linens. She inhaled the scent of them, imagining herself happily sleeping in her new linen sheets and then feeling the soft and warm supple lips gently caressing her shoulder, moving up her neck, and gently blowing in her ear…. Her thought were interrupted when her cell phone rang. When she saw the number, she smiled. “Hello, George.” she said.

George a little surprised by the cheerfulness but pleased replied, “Hello lovely lady. And how is my favorite lady?”

“Oh, I am just fine. I miss you though,” cooed Jessica. “When are we going to get together? I miss you not being near me.”

George could feel his temperature rising within himself. “I miss being near to you too, Jessica.”

Jessica being a good fisherwoman knew that she had successfully baited and hooked a big fish and all she needed to do was to reel him in. She knew that this ‘fish’ would come in very willingly. “George, what are you doing this week? Any meetings or travel required?”

George had to stop and quickly think and go through his calendar to see if he had any other obligations and was surprised to see that he was free and clear. “I am actually free this week, my lovely bonnie lass. Why? Are you heading over here, Jessie girl?”

“George, I am already over here. I am just a hop, a skip and a jump onto the next flight out of London to Cork, Ireland and I’ll see you at the airport. That is if that is okay with you?”

A huge smile crossed George’s face. “I’ll be in Ireland for sure,” He sang as if he were singing the little diddy from “I’ll Be In Scotland” to Jessica which caused her to laugh.

“I’ll be waiting”, responded Jessica.

“What do I need to bring with me, Jess?” asked George.

“Ooh, nothing special. Just some casual comfortable clothes and your basic bag of toiletries. That should be sufficient enough.” Jessica listed off to him.

Within a few hours George was in Ireland and holding tight the woman that he loved. They got into the hired car and were on their way.

George questioned Jessica, “When did you arrive in Ireland and would you like to go back to that wonderful little glade again?” while kissing her on the neck.

This made Jessica chuckle. “George, please stop. You know how the Irish people are known for their gift of the gab.” making a reference to the cab driver.

George stopped and looked deeply into Jessica’s bright blue eyes and got lost in them. He gently began to stroke her cheek with his thumb.

The hired car came to a stop. Jessica, still looking up into his Granny Smith colored eyes said to him, “George, we’re here.” “We’re here where?” asked George still gazing at lovingly at Jessica.

“My new home here in Ireland,” replied Jessica.

George looked at the simply gorgeous Irish home before him. Jessica got out of the car and headed for the house. George also got out with his luggage and followed Jessica into the home.

He was absolutely amazed at the openness of her home. Jessica led him down the hallway to the rear bedroom. George saw the room was ready to receive a guest. He grabbed hold of Jessica and planted a long, lush kiss upon her. When he released her, he watched as the smile was broadening across her face.

When she opened her eyes she said, “I wanted a place that was away from everyone and everything. I wanted a place where I can be left alone or have company over when I want. No neighbors coming through the door any time they want.” She then looked over at the bed with the new Irish linens upon them, turned down ready for its residents to relax and rest. “Or some place to spend great quality time with my lover.” And she gave George a long, passionate kiss and began to undress him. He in turn began to slip her clothing off of her. Soon they were both in their relaxing outfits. Jessica led George over to the bed. He slid into the sheets and held up the cover sheet allowing Jessica to join him. Then as she began to lie down, George covered them with the Irish linen sheets and they enjoyed the private house warming party dressed in the finest Irish linen sheets.

TO ALL WHO READ THIS STORY:

I DO NOT OWN NOR DO I LAY CLAIM TO ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN “MURDER, SHE WROTE” BOTH OF THE TELEVISION OR NOVELS BY

MR. BAIN. THIS STORY IS SOLELY USED FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. YES, I DID BRING A LITTLE OF MS. LANSBURY’S REAL LIFE INTO THE LIFE OF MS. FLETCHER. IT WAS THE INSPIRATION FOR THE STORY.

I HOPE THAT YOU ENJOYED THE SHORT STORY.

SHERIDAN