Day Ninety - A question of lust

How that whole moving to London thing actually came about I no longer remember. I suppose it must have been my mother who initiated the conversations with Carla that led me there, but whatever the case, by October 2000 I was boarding a plane and leaving everything behind. The ticket had been bought for me by my grandmother, who also gave me some pocket money - not much really, but it was what she could afford, and for which I was immensely thankful for. There's so much about that specific period of time just before I left that I can't recall clearly now. Surely there must have been talks with Dora to see what she thought about me moving, but I don't remember much about it. I recall asking her if she wanted to, and in its due time, go there with Ian to live with me, but she never seemed that enthused by the idea. I don't blame her - she had some security and stability in her job, and I also think she yearned for the freedom that was coming her way. There was one final moment of intimacy, and it was probably the wildest sex we'd had in years and years, but it was just goodbye sex. The day after I was on my way to the airport, the whole family in tow, and we said our goodbyes there. I kissed her goodbye, I told her I loved her, and so did she, but it was a lie. I held Ian in my arms, kissed his cheeks and tried to carry with me that scent that babies have and that I knew I was going to miss - above all, I knew I'd miss him. I then turned my back, not fully knowing what the future held for me. Was I going to leave forever? Would I crash and burn only to return in shame, my tail between my leg? Only God alone knew. I boarded the plane, and a few hours later I was landing in London. Carla was waiting for me at the airport, and soon we were getting on the train to Victoria. From there, we caught the tube back to where they now lived, in Notting Hill. Now, if you don't know, this is a posh and pricey part of London. So how did they end up there? Well, it turns out that Carla was working at a travel agent whose office was located there. And on top of the office there was a small space that could be easily converted to living space for a couple, and that's where they made their home. And how they'd fit me in such a cramped space was I'd sleep on the couch -  and I never really complained, it was comfortable enough. Soon after me and Carla arrived at her place, her husband Jay arrived. Bear in mind that by this time I still thought he was a nice dude. Soon, very soon, he'd start to prove me wrong.