I have never laughed so much in my entire life. Not only was Taylor a gentleman, but he was also a very funny man. I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes, and watched as Taylor made funny faces, as he told me the story about the drunk neighbor who forgot to put his pants on when he was walking his dog.
Taylor was not just a handsome, muscled warrior, he was kind, gentle, and had a sense of humor. I enjoyed his company, and had I met him first, I could have easily fallen in love with him, but it was my fate to meet Gabriel first, and fall in love with him.
It was very late, and I was growing tired, and I could not help but yawn.
"I think it's time for you to sleep now, and tomorrow we can get you some new clothes to wear." He said.
"I want to wear jeans! Can I have a pair of jeans please, and a tee shirt?" I asked him, hoping he will take me somewhere where I can buy these things.
"Come now Zina, let me show you where you will sleep, and tomorrow I promise to take you where ever you want." He said, and he took me by the hand, and pulled me gently with him to another part of his home.
"This is my bedroom, but you can use it, the bathroom is over there to the side. Wash up and go to sleep, and I will see you in the morning." He told me, and he leaned his head down and kissed my lips.
I pulled away from him, and hurried off to the toiletry, and washed up, and then I undressed and climbed into bed. As soon as I closed my eyes, thoughts of Gabriel claimed me, and I cried for many hours into the night. Life is not fair I thought, as I finally drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, the smell of pancakes woke me up, and I dressed quickly and joined Taylor at the kitchen table. Taylor was wearing a pair of jeans, a white tee shirt, and he had pulled his hair back in a pointy tail. He looked darn sexy, as his muscles flexed with every movement that he made. and I had to look away before he noticed that I was staring at him.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Taylor asked.
"I don't know, I never had that before." I said, curious of the black liquid in the glass container.
"I will pour you a cup, and you can try it, everyone in America drinks coffee!" He said, throwing me a smile to die for.
I liked the black liquid and poured myself another cup, and I ate all my pancakes, and waited patiently for Taylor to take me to the stores to buy clothes. When Taylor finally announced that we can go, I ran out the door before he changed his mind.
Walking in the streets of New York, was like a dream come true for me. Taylor held my hand and pulled me gently alongside him down Park Avenue, where all the best stores were located, and we entered a beautiful elegant store called Prada.
I walked in, and could not believe all the clothes that I saw. Taylor helped me pick a few items and I went into the dressing room, and tried them on. I love the feel of the jeans on me, and I thought excitedly that the pink strapless top was made just for me.
I walked out of the dressing room to show Taylor, and he looked at me quietly, and whispered for my ears alone, "you're beautiful."
I tried on all the cloths, and Taylor kept bringing more, and I fell in love with all of them, until I had a whole wardrobe. We then went to the shoe department, and I tried on a thousand shoes, and Taylor bought me a pair of shoes for each of my outfits.
Taylor paid a hefty amount with his plastic card. How convenient this thing called visa, where you could buy whatever you want and pay for it later, I'm going to have to speak to father to start the visa thing in Scotland too!
