Shampoo (65 page)

He laughed. “I love when you’re like
this.”

“
Like what?”

“
All relaxed and loving.”

“
The coast calms me
down.”

“
I know. I love it. Maybe we need to
move here.”

Then we walked back to the beach house and
drank for a bit with his cousin and partner, before going to bed
and doing our usual fuck/love making session.

“
It’s so nice here, isn’t it?” I
asked from my favourite spot. His arms.

Matt kissed my forehead and cuddled me to him.
“I love it. I want a place like this, with you.”

“
God, yeah. Would be
magical.”

“
Everything’s magical with
you.”

“
I love being in your arms, Matt.
Feels like I belong here.”

“
You do.”

“
I hope it’s always like
this.”

“
It will be, baby. If you let
it.”

“
I’m trying.”

“
I know you are, baby.”

“
Matt?”

“
Yes?”

“
Don’t leave me.”

“
I won’t, baby.”

“
I mean, when I push you away. Don’t
leave me.”

“
I won’t, baby.”

“
Keep a hold of me, Matt. Don’t let
me go.”

“
I won’t let you go,
baby.”

“
Promise me?”

“
I promise. Sounds like I need to do
what I just did to you again.”

Friday I sunbaked on the beach, reading
Christina Skye. Matt brought me lunch and champagne after a couple
of hours, then we went swimming together, and frolicking in the
waves.

Matt kept chasing after me, and dunking me in
the water. I kept trying to trip him up and dunk him, but I kept
falling on my ass instead.

“
You’ll never get me, ha ha! Give
up!” Matt laughed, as I tried to run at him, grab him round the
waist, and try to unfoot him.

But I just ended up twirling round him like a
pole, then landing on my ass in the water.

“
Hey, watch out, babe, there’s a big
wave coming,” Matt called out as I floated in the water.

Too late. I tried to swim to shore quickly, but
got dunked.

It was like something from a movie. The wave
broke right on my head, then I stumbled out of the water to the
wind picking up, and a spray of sand hit me full in the face. THEN,
while I squinted from eyes full of sand, I tripped over a rock and
fell on my face.

Matt laughed and laughed. “People need to
follow you around with a camera,” he cacked. “This shit you do is
FUNNY.”

Was ages before I could see again. I had so
much sand in my eyes.

We drank all Friday afternoon, then had a sleep
together, and wandered back down to the beach at sunset with
champagne. Matt had me wrapped in his arms as I sat between his
legs.

I felt so safe with him. Like everything is
going to be okay.

I love being in his arms. I love the safety his
arms give me. I love twining my fingers through his and staring at
his hands. His forearms. I love the way he uses his hands on me.
That’s the sexiest.

After sunset champagne, we wandered over to
Pacific Fair and saw the 6.45pm session of ‘Castaway.’

I love that movie! Matt loved it, too. He
bounced all the way home, non-stop talking about it.

Saturday we drove to Coolangatta and searched
secondhand bookstores for me.

(bought a few Christina Skyes)

Then we sat around on the beach house’s
verandah, drinking.

Nat and Dan drove down that arvo, hung out with
us.

(I think my sister was missing me. We’re like
ships passing in the night SINCE I GOT MYSELF A REAL
BOYFRIEND)

They left after lunch, and Matt and I continued
our sitting around with Melanie and Paul and drinking session. I
curled up with a book for most of the afternoon and night, and fell
asleep reading in bed.

Today Matt’s mum came down, spent time with us,
drank pink champagne with me.

(I LOVE HER!)

Then Lachie, Melinda and their friend Phil
rocked up.

When Lachie and Melinda show up, they just make
everything fun! We all went a bit stupid, mucking around, then went
to HJ’s at Broadbeach, where we acted stupid some more.

I’ve missed Lachie and Melinda. I miss hearing
their constant laughing, and especially Melinda’s special
scream/laugh.

They’re such happy, fun people.

Matt and I headed home about 4.30pm, and I
showered and fell into bed.

I turned into one of my famous moods. “You
deserve better than me,” I said to him from his arms.

“
I deserve you,” he corrected
me.

“
You so don’t – ”

“
I do, baby.”

“
I’m sorry for the way I
am.”

“
I love the way you are.”

Does he?? Does he really??

Tuesday 30 January 2001

8.53pm

Work was good today. Daryl Young was on the
road with Jenny, helping her increase her sales, so when she rang,
she immediately went, “Pinky, I can’t talk today, hahahaha, cause
I’ve got Daryl Young with me – ”

“
Love you, Pinky!” DY yelled
out.

“
Love you, too, DY!!” I
shouted.

Everyone in the office paused to glance at
me.

“
I’ll let Matt know,” Gerry
joked.

Jessica Jenkins was in the office this arvo,
and made me laugh and laugh. The girls were so jealous Jess spent
so long chatting to me and laughing with me.

Then I fixed up something for Angela Jones with
a salon, and Angela came in and came over to me and said, “Pinky, I
REALLY appreciate what you did, you really saved my ass, and went
above and beyond for me! I appreciate it so much!”

“
No worries, Ange,” I replied,
beaming.

(I kinda live for pleasing the reps, helping
the reps, doing anything for the reps. I love them)

Matt blasted into my room after work, and
picked me up and threw us both down onto the bed. “Fuck you looked
so hot today. I’ve wanted to jump you all day – ”

We spent the night doing what we do
best.

Wednesday 31 January
2001

10.03pm

Got my Lachie and Melinda fix tonight. Had
dinner at theirs.

I miss Matt. Terribly.

It’s awful seeing him all day and not being
able to be in his arms.

Thursday 1 February 2001

10.04pm

It’s been pouring since lunch time. It’s
beautiful. Perfect bed weather.

Love rainy days. Don’t get many of them in
sunny Queensland.

Damn perfect weather.

I went to Cannon Hill at lunch, and as I walked
to the car, the heavens opened up with a terrifying crack, and a
deluge was unleashed on me. I was soaked.

I ran into the warehouse, squealing.

“
Get a bit wet, Pinky?” Benny
laughed.

Matt took one look at me and laughed. “You look
adorable.”

Oh God, in that moment all I wanted was him to
pull me into his arms. I had to drag myself past his
workbench.

After work, we walked to our cars, and Matt
couldn’t help himself, he picked me up and twirled me round and
round and kissed me. “You look more and more beautiful each
day.”

“
I wanted to be in your arms all
day,” I said against his mouth. My feet were still off the ground,
and we were kissing madly.

“
Things are changing,” he murmured.
“You’re letting me do this to you at work.”

Hmm. I am. I’m relaxing into this.

It feels fucking great.

Saturday 4 February 2001

7.59pm

Eyes are closing on their own. Will write
tomorrow.

I miss Matt TERRIBLY.

Monday 5 February 2001

So Friday was a great day. I got to be in my
baby’s arms.

I think that might just be my favourite place
on earth. I find myself just always wanting to be wrapped in his
arms.

Love is very addictive. You just want more and
more.

I don’t remember EVER feeling like this
before.

At work I, hahaha, caused a bit of a
stir.

I’d bought new killer heels in pink and a
teeny, tiny pink skirt the other day, and finally felt brave enough
to wear them.

I walked into the warehouse, and Matt took one
look at me and dropped the box of shampoo he’d been
holding.

“
Holy shit, baby,” he
gulped.

He looked VERY uncomfortable.

(adorable and hot and like I wanted to jump him
is how he looked)

“
Aha, what the HELL are you
wearing?” he asked.

Lachie and Benny started wolf whistling and
falling about laughing.

“
It’s just a skirt,” I laughed,
trying to pull it down a bit.

“
Ah, THAT’S not a skirt. That’s HALF
a skirt.”

“
Did you forget your bottom half
today, Pinky?” Benny cracked. I whacked him in the gut.

“
PINKY!” Faye gasped, once she
spotted me, clutching her heart.

Oh God, that skirt was a bad idea.

It just got worse as the day wore
on.

I walked into the office, and Jules started
wolf-whistling and falling about laughing.

Joy squealed in delight. “You got it, you
flaunt it!”

Nat rolled her eyes.

“
Pinky, I think you left your skirt
at home!” Gerry yelled from his office.

“
I’m not saying anything, cause I
don’t want to be busted for sexual harassment in the workplace!”
John Cash called out.

Out of the three offices lined up together, it
was just DY left to deal with. “When’s the stripper pole arriving,
Pinky?” he shouted.

Dear Lord. It’s like having three fathers at
work all day.

Or really dirty uncles.

THEN, oh my God, this is the most embarrassing
bit…

(I am so burning that skirt)

Of course I was up and down the warehouse steps
a few times, fixing orders, getting stock, etc..

Renee then came back in from the warehouse and
sat down at her desk and said, “Pinky, you can’t go down the back
stairs anymore today. Go down the front stairs from now on and
through the salon.”

“
Why?”

“
Because the boys are acting like
caged animals. Every time you climb the back stairs, they all stop
what they’re doing and stare. Right up your skirt.”

“
What skirt?” cracked John
Cash.

“
Matt is just about to kill all the
guys,” Renee said. “He’s down there screaming at them now. I had to
break up a fist fight between him and Benny.”

The whole office was laughing.

At 5.15pm, Matt and I walked to our
cars.

“
Here, you walk in front of me,” he
said. “Give me a chance to enjoy this skirt finally.”

Then we drove our cars back to Matt’s. I kept
roaring off on him, but he wouldn’t play. He worries about me,
hooning around. He wasn’t going to encourage me.

We pulled up side by side at a set of lights,
when he’d finally caught up with me.

“
Will you stop flooring it!” he
demanded.

“
Never!!”

“
You gotta stop this hooning around
you always do.”

“
Threatened you can’t keep up,
baby?” I teased.

“
I’ll show you keeping up, baby.
When we’re back at mine.”

We both checked the lights, and saw it was
about to change.

“
Don’t do it – ” Matt
warned.

I can’t help myself. I roared off, spinning my
tyres, and left him in my burn off.

Matt finally pulled his finger out on his
parent’s street. I heard the roar before I saw him in my rearview
mirror. He came screeching round the corner, behind me, and
overtook me, flying past me.

I tried to keep up, but came in behind him at
the curb.

Matt got out his car. “Now THAT’S HOW IT’S
DONE! BOO YEAH!”

I laughed, shutting my door. “Finally, you
found the accelerator, Grandpa!”

He pulled me to him.

(how I love when he does that)

“Time to take this skirt upstairs.”