Jack! Who’s he?
The steam rose from the surface of the water, like covering smoke from a destroyer in a World War 2 sea encounter.
Though this was an encounter with the prospects of a much better outcome for both involved parties.
Wrapped wIthin the clouds were Jack and his latest flame, Gil; condensating wine glasses were close to hand and the aroma of strawberries crept through the incorporeal whirls of vapour.
“This is the life!” commented Jack; accompanying this statement with more than just a sip of wine and a toast to an unseen provider of ‘The Good Life!’
“It’s not three bad!” replied Gil. “Beats a rub down with an oily rag.”
“That’s for afters!” laughed Jack.
“Just need to let the pores open up. Nothing like a soak and a steam to clear those pores.”
Gil was never effusive on topics. Jack did all the leg work in a conversation; Gil added some punctuation now and again; but, generally, just agreed.
The evening had been full of fine wining, dining; and, now, reclining in a pleasantly supportive jacuzzi. ‘Worth every penny, pound, and both missing limbs!’ had been Jack’s comment on the extravagance. Quite self-effacing as his humour often was; his joke being that the jacuzzi had cost him an arm and a leg; whereas in actual fact it had been an IED that a colleague had triggered back in ’07. ‘Double ‘0’ 7!’ Was Jack’s take on the year! It was amazing how his innate sense of humour had kept him afloat (excuse the term) through much that would have sunk (and again) others.
Gil was possessed with all limbs and had known Jack before the ‘Big Bang – for me!’ incident. Now they were lovers.
And the steam filled the night air above them as the music of the night played upon the scene.