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 The Donor 5

   By Katzmarek

   Jonathon stood in the plaza opposite the glass tower.  `Pure eighties,'
he thought, `a mirror glass vertical slab.' Atop the building stood the
logo of NTC, about a dozen metres high.

   He pinned on his press badge and tapped his DAT recorder kit, bumping at
his hip.  "Here goes," he said aloud.

   Jonathon strode as purposefully as he could into the lobby of the
building.  He scanned the directory on the wall until he came to, `Chief
Executive Officer...floor 35 west.' He scrambled into the elevator just as
the doors were closing.

   The elevator deposited him in a carpeted reception area.  Polished wood
veneer, a large desk with `reception' in gold letters, two women sat bent
over monitors.  "Can I help you?" one said almost immediately.  "Mr.  J
Wetherall, Radio City FM for Miss Van Wettering," Jonathon said as
officially as he could.  "Just a minute," the receptionist said.  Then,
"what time was your appointment, Mr.  Wetherall?" "12, lunch," he tried to
say casually.  "I've nothing here," she said, "are you sure you have the
right day?" "Of course!  She's going to Europe tomorrow." "Well it wouldn't
be then would it?" the receptionist said with a smile.  "Wait a second will
you, I'll just check." "Just like her to make appointments without telling
anybody," said the other woman.  "Now isn't that the truth!" said Jonathon
to the puzzled looks of the two women.

   Joanne breezed into reception with what Jonathon decided was a
businesslike expression.  "In here, Mr...." She said.  "Wetherall, "
Jonathon replied as he followed her into a conference room.  Once inside
she spun around and glared at Jonathon.  "What stunt are you pulling,
Jonathon?" she said in a quiet but slightly menacing voice.  Her `edge'
voice Jonathon called it.  "Where did you get that press card?" "Borrowed
it, it's a spare.  See, no photograph." "And that recorder?" "There's no
recorder, I packed some lunch in the case, see!"

   Joanne clapped her hands together and threw her head back in a silent
laugh.  "What have you brought me?" she asked.  "Cajun chicken and salad
sandwiches with a demi of Pinot Noir to wash it down," Jonathon announced
proudly.  "Let's go outside by the fountains," she said.

   As they waited for the elevator Joanne leaned forward and whispered,
"Kiss me!" "What!  Here!" "Yes!  C'mon, put your arms around me and give me
a proper one, ok?" Jonathon leaned in smiling and fused his mouth to
Joanne's.  Her tongue pushed it's way in and sought out Jonathon's.  They
remained kissing until the elevator arrived.  As they entered Joanne turned
towards the astonished receptionists, "Pick your jaws up ladies," she
giggled.

   Joanne giggled all the way to the ground floor.  "I bet the news will be
around the building before the elevator reaches ground.  `The boss has a
boyfriend,' haha," she chuckled.  "I thought you didn't want a `public'
private life." "Perhaps I have a bit of a private life to keep secret now
Jonathon?" she replied "except now I don't care."

   They sat on the cement ledge surrounding a fountain, featuring a
collection of tin shapes someone called a sculpture.  "Yum!  The sandwiches
are excellent, Jonathon, where did you get them?  "The chicken was left
over from last night, the bread I baked this morning, it's Rye," he
replied. "And he bakes his own bread!  I'm a lucky girl.  Do you cook
breakfast too?" "What would you like?" Jonathon grinned.  "You're leering
again, Jonathon!  Do you do pancakes?" "Savoury or sweet?" "Sweet, of
course, maple syrup and lemon." "With or without cream?" "Without.  Stop
smirking...I did get the double-entendre, ok?" She said, play-punching him.

   "I want to thank you for lunch," Joanne said as they made their way back
inside the building.  "I have to spend the day preparing for the Europe
trip AND finish off a proposal for South Africa." "What's happening there?"
Jonathon asked.  "Joint venture, I hope.  We need to find ways to grow the
Corporation, Jonathon.  To hang on to our talent as well as increase
returns.  Y'know, if you don't give the geeks something to do they'll go
offshore."

   The doors of the elevator opened once again on the reception area. 
There was only one woman behind the desk, suddenly finding the computer
monitor fascinating.  "Gail!" Joanne said, "Meet Jonathon," then to
Jonathon, "you can take off that stupid press card now, sugar.  You're now
an official visitor." "Right," he said, unpinning the card.  "Just check
with me before you drop by, ok?  Now, get your dimples out of here, I have
work to do," she said, quickly pecking Jonathon on the lips.  "I'll see you
tonight, I may be late, I'll pick you up, ok?" "Sure." "I have an early
flight, sorry.  But you can stay and do my house work." "Thanks." "Then
again, maybe you should move in?  Is that too soon?  Perhaps we need to
talk about it, I'm not too experienced at this.  Think about it, ok?  Bye."

   On the way down Jonathon tried to digest what he just heard.  `Move in?
She just asked him to move in?  After, what, three weeks?' He couldn't
believe it.  Could he live in that house?  An estate agent's show home,
with polished brass, lacquered native timbers and obedient dust.

   Then again, she's bound to have a twice a week cleaner, gardener and
car-groomer.  Joanne didn't seemed to have the time to sweat over that big
house on the hill.  So maybe it wouldn't be so bad.  `I might even get a
chance to boss around the hired help,' he mused with a chuckle.

   Still, he figured it was a positive sign that Joanne had developed some
kind of feeling for him, beyond a thrice-weekly workout in bed.  `I mean,
she wouldn't ask him to move in if all she wanted was the occasional
`bounce', would she?' he asked himself.  `Hell!  He'd been at her beck and
call anyway.'

   By the time he'd got home, he'd talked himself in and out of the idea,
several times over.  Just as he was fetching Roxy's dinner the phone rang.
"Jonathon, be a sweetie and baby-sit my baby for me while I'm gone," the
caller asked.  "Baby, Joanne?  Boy!  That was quick." "Take your mind off
your crotch for a minute Jonathon, if you can." "Ok, mind off crotch...
right" "Good, have you a driver's license?" "Yes." "Well can you look after
my car, take her out and give her a run.  Don't run it through any carwash,
if you're feeling energetic, hand wash only, ok?" "You're trusting me with
the BMW?" "Not that!  That's a company car, it's in for servicing.  I mean
my sports car." "I didn't know you had a sports car." "My little Mercedes,
haven't you seen it?  I guess you haven't... I'll leave you with the key.
Be careful with it, ok?  It's quite powerful." "Um, how little, how
powerful?" Jonathon asked.  "I don't know what they call it, alphabet soup,
or something.  500K I think, something like that.  Only men care about the
letters on the side.  All I know is, it goes like hell, so be careful, ok?"
"Ok, sure," Jonathon replied, stunned.  "I'm getting away at six, I've had
enough.  I'll finish on the plane, pack your bag, bye." Jonathon stood for
a few minutes staring at the phone in disbelief.



   Jonathon heard the distinctive beat of the V8 pull to a stop outside. 
When Joanne knocked he had his bag ready.  "You're efficient today," she
remarked.  "I heard the Merc' coming up the street.  That's quite a set of
wheels you have," Jonathon replied looking over her shoulder.  "I thought
it'll impress you.  Hey!  I'm over here!" "Sorry," he said, switching his
attention back to the car's owner.

   "Do you want to eat out?" Joanne asked.  "Sure, where did you have in
mind?" "That seafood restaurant, on the pier, interested?" "Sounds good. 
Am I going to be Mr.  Mystery again?" "Jonathon, you're a bloody mystery
all right," she replied, shaking her head.

   Joanne pulled onto the pier and parked close to the restaurant.  Perched
right at the end, the restaurant was surrounded on three sides by the
ocean. The lights of the ships in the far off channel winked fitfully in
the sea haze.  Joanne held onto Jonathon's hand as they were shown to their
table.  It made him tingle with wellbeing.

   It was while they were sitting opposite each other that Jonathon saw
that Joanne had had her hair done in a much softer style.  "Your hair's
beautiful," Jonathon remarked.  Joanne's face flushed red for a brief
moment.  "I need to impress the Zurich gnomes." "Not me?" he retorted. 
Again she reddened.  "You're getting too sure of yourself.  Stop looking at
me!" she hissed.  "Can't help it, you're right in front.  Would you prefer
if I stare at the spoons?" "No... sorry... I'm not used to this...
attention.  I'm embarrassed... I feel like a schoolgirl on her first date.
Please be patient!"

   Later, they sat in the car watching the lights of the city over the
curve of the bay.  Their arms rested on each other's inside leg.  "Have...
you thought about what I said, earlier?" Joanne asked.  "About?" "About
moving in... with me." "Do you want me to?" Jonathon asked.  "I guess... I
don't know... do you think it's too soon?" "Are we compatible?  Don't you
think we would drive each other crazy?" he suggested.  "You drive me crazy
now!  So what would be different?"

   Jonathon snuggled into the leather upholstery while the Mercedes whisked
them back to Joanne's.  He could certainly handle some aspects of this life
he thought, but he couldn't see himself living up there on the hill.  It
just wasn't his life.  "What about the cat?" he suddenly said aloud.  "What
about it?" "Where would she sleep?  And what about my furniture, bed?"
"Have a bonfire, hell!  I don't know.  Look!  If it's going to be too much
trouble..." "No, no!  Not too much... I want to... it's just... I don't
know how it would work out." "Neither do I Jonathon.  Maybe we both have to
learn some new strategies."

   "Jonathon!" Joanne said as they were kissing in her lounge.  "I... I
suddenly feel very... lonely, y'know?  I don't want to spend the rest of my
life... on my own." "Ok honey," Jonathon responded, " maybe we can work
something out, ok?" He drew her in, hugging her to him.

   "Take a shower with me?" Joanne asked as they ascended the stairs.  "Ok,
sure." They entered the en-suite.

   Joanne took off her business clothes while Jonathon quickly stripped to
his underpants.  Joanne turned on the water as he came up behind her. 
"Here," he said, "let me." Jonathon started to undo her bra.  Peeling off
the strap, he reached around to cup her breasts.  "Oh Jonathon!" she said
and rested her head on his.  "You do make me feel sweet."

   They shed the last of their underwear and got under the water.  Standing
face to face they soaped each other with gentle caresses, exploring each
other's bodies.  After a while Joanne had her hand around Jonathon's cock
while he paid attention to her breasts and nipples.  "Jonathon, would you
like me to... um... do you... y'know... with my mouth.  Would you like
that?" "If you want to... yes... it would be nice," he replied.  "Well a
first time for everything...you have to guide me...tell me how you like it,
ok?" "Ok, sure." "Now don't shoot in my mouth," she said kneeling down.  "I
won't, trust me." "Huh!" Joanne said taking him in her hand and kissing
under the bulb.

   "Yes... that's good," Jonathon said, "underneath... go easy!  It's very
sensitive.  Be careful with your teeth!" "I won't bite!" Joanne said,
"Y'know, I don't think I've seen one this close before, funny!  37 and I've
never touched a penis with my tongue.  A bit soapy... Mmm... and faintly
salty... weird.  Oh well!  Here goes..." Joanne took a breath and put her
mouth over him.

   At first she was content to hold the bulb of Jonathon's cock in her
mouth.  She started to move her head backwards and forwards, exploring the
sensations.  Jonathon ran his fingers through her hair.  Instinctively he
began to push forward, trying to get more of his cock in her mouth.  "Hey!
Don't choke me," Joanne said, pulling off him.  "If you're going to get
carried away..." "No!  I won't," said Jonathon, a little desperately,
"don't stop." "Well you behave!"

   Jonathon put a hand on the shower box to steady himself as Joanne took
him in her mouth again, a little deeper each time.  "Maybe it'd taste
better coated in maple syrup... and lemon," she suggested.  "Maple syrup,
maybe... but the lemon juice?" She giggled as she went back down on him. 
"Anything but chili paste." He added.

   "Don't ever get the urge after preparing chili sauce," Jonathon said. 
"Why," Joanne asked.  "Um... once I was cooking, making chili and... I
started to feel horny... for some reason." "Making chili gets you horny! 
I'll remember that." "No, no... it was something else... I don't
remember... anyway I went to the bathroom and... y'know" "No, what?" asked
Joanne innocently.  "I went to have a... jerk, y'know." "Oh dear.  You must
really stop that, y'know.  One hand will grow bigger than the other," she
giggled.  "Well I had chili on my hand and...it was excruciating... ow,
stop laughing while your sucking me." "Sorry," she said, straightening up,
"that's so funny.  Hey, guess what... you've gone soft all of a sudden."
They both laughed uncontrollably.

   Later, they had dried each other and were lying in bed.  Jonathon's arm
was around Joanne who was playing with his chest hairs.  "I'm glad you're
not hairy," Joanne observed, " I don't fancy lying next to a rug."
"Gemini's don't have much body hair.  It says so in Linda Goodman's Star
Signs." "You've certainly wasted your reading opportunities." "It was a
phase."

   "You're good for me, Jonathon," she said, "a tonic.  I would like to
come home to you." She kissed his chest.  She suddenly sat up, "I've got an
idea, won't be a minute," she said jumping out of bed.  When she returned
she was carrying a bottle.  "Oh no, not the maple syrup," complained
Jonathon.

   "Ow, it's cold...Aw look at the mess, it's going everywhere.  What is
this, `nine and a half weeks'?" "Stop whining," said Joanne, "I'll clean it
up." And she began to lick off the syrup around Jonathon cock and balls.

   "Oh Yum, I do like maple syrup with my men," Joanne chuckled.  Despite
himself, Jonathon was soon hard as a post.  The feeling of her flicking
tongue and the gooey liquid was having its effect.  "Oh dear," she said in
a childlike voice, "I seem to have got some on my nipples.  Here... what
shall I do?" Jonathon had a solution and was soon suckling them.

   Moments later, Joanne was on her back as Jonathon drilled her, fast and
furiously.  Her head was thrown back, her face screwed up and her breath
was rasping in her throat.  "Slow... oh...oh... no... uh... uh...
cumming... oh... god... OOOOHHHH," she bellowed.  Jonathon, anxious for his
own release kept pounding at her.  "That's it... baby... come for me...
fill me honey," she said, "I love your cock... in me... babe... C'mon, give
it to me, love." With a roar, Jonathon obliged.

   "Whew!" Joanne said afterwards, "you give a lady a workout." "Sorry, I
don't know what got into me." "Ha!  I sure know what got into ME," she
laughed.

   They were curled up together, spooning.  Jonathon listened to Joanne's
rhythmic breathing, he thought he could hear her heart beating.  "Jonathon,
you awake?" she asked.  "Yes".  "Will you drive me to the airport in the
morning?" "Sure, what time?" "5.  I'm sorry, that's too early for you," she
said feeling Jonathon jerk in shock.  "No, no it isn't.  I'll cope." "You
sure?  You're such a honey.  I've never had anyone drive me to the airport,
except cab drivers of course." "Joanne, you suddenly seem so vulnerable. 
Are you feeling alright?"

   "I've never had a lover before, I mean a real one, y'know?" she said. 
"I've had fucks, but not lovers.  Don't take this the wrong way, babe, but
I've had better fucks too.  Real athletes, young guys that can pop and be
ready to go again, y'know?  I once picked this kid up, about 17 or so.  He
finger-fucked me in my own car, while I was driving!  I almost ran off the
road.  I had to stop.  But no one, Jonathon, ever made me feel the way you
do.  I never had a guy who can turn me to jelly like you do.  I see you and
I go all fluttery inside.  Like those horrible romance novels." "You mean
the ones you don't read?" "Yes those, smartass!"

   "You make love, Jonathon," she went on, " I know it's a cliché, but you
make LOVE, you don't just fuck.  When you make me have an orgasm, it just
goes on and on, Jonathon.  I've never had that before.  It's so intense and
I just want to hold on to you afterwards and I don't want to let you go. 
Is that silly?" "Of course not.  I enjoy you holding me.  I feel special,"
Jonathon replied.  "Exactly, babe.  You make me feel special.  Perhaps
that's why I seem vulnerable.  I'm out of my `comfort zone' as the `course
junkies' say.  You're the first guy I ever wanted to see the morning
after." "Wow, Joanne, I'm speechless." "Good, I don't want to listen to you
anyway." "Thanks." "Don't be grumpy.  Sometimes I just need to get it out
and its easier if you don't feel you have to make some profound comment. 
You are a very smart guy, Jonathon, but sometimes you can be impossibly
dumb." "That doesn't make me feel better, Joanne." "What!  You want your
ego massaged some more?" "If you like." "Ok, I think I'm falling in love
with you.  Will that do?" "Yes.  That works for me." "Good!  Then hug me
tighter and go to sleep.  We have an early start." Jonathon lay awake for
ages.