Earlier today, my phone buzzed.
'Make me smile'

The Director...is back wanting to sow seeds in fresh furrows as his sap rises in Spring. I have answered. If he wants me, he will find a way as his county is only a short motorway distance away. I will not appear undignified, vulger....I will hover around the flame and then we will see.

Then later, lovely and intimate and fun from Jones. Beautifully frisky and I will feel his magic when his fingers and lips play me.

And, I settled my differences with Boy in Blue...and we talked and he knows how I need communication if he claims to desire me so...I feel better for telling him I feel and for now...that will do.

Jones still plays the harp inside my head.

FF is murmuring the memories.

I still wait, just in the wings for the orchestra when they accompany the Tower Crane Driver.

I need that drowning feeling.
I need to let go.