Free Twisted Love and Money by Thomas Kennedy

led
the way in. Dorothy linked Jeremy and they followed close
behind.
     
    Ann-Marie
wondered if she would remember Seamus’s face. What if he was not in
his biker leathers, would she recognize him? They stood in the
foyer and there was no sign of him. Anxiously Ann-Marie bit her
lip.
    “Have you
decided which show?” Jeremy asked Dorothy.
    “Yes, Cinema
three,” Dorothy replied. Ann-Marie smiled in agreement.
    “I’ll go to the
desk and get four tickets,” Jeremy suggested.
    “What if he
does not turn up?” Ann-Marie could not help asking.
    “Ann-Marie,”
Jeremy said warmly. Ann-Marie noticed that he had nice kindly brown
eyes. She warmed to him as he continued, “I doubt if any young man
in his right senses would not turn up for a date with you. I’ll get
the tickets.”
    They all
laughed at Jeremy’s heavy-handed compliment. And Jeremy left to get
the tickets.
    “Where did you
meet him?” Ann-Marie asked Dorothy curiously.
    “At a party one
weekend.”
“Seems nice.”
    “Yes.”
     
    They were
silent. Ann-Marie was about to say that Jeremy looked a bit
effeminate but decided it might not be wise to be too personal
about Dorothy and her friend.
    In five minutes
Jeremy was back.
    “They take
credit card bookings, I got the tickets,” he said.
    Ann-Marie was
getting worried. Where was Seamus?
     
    “I like the
gear,” Dorothy remarked with a tinge of criticism in her tone.
“Black leather suits your clear skin Ann-Marie.”
    Ann-Marie
smiled. She looked at Jeremy. He hardly appeared to see her. Most
men would react and fuss. Then she caught his eye and he smiled
warmly. She relaxed.
    “Your fashion
sense is right up to date young lady,” he pronounced, “I mean
Ann-Marie.”
    Ann-Marie
tossed her head. “Thank you.”
    “I work in the
dress business, I know my onions,” he added.
    “I hope you are
not going to get up on a motor bike in that short skirt?” Dorothy
threw in. “You’ll have to pull it up to your bum.”
    Ann-Marie
blushed, “don’t be crude Dorothy. Anyway I told Dad I’d taxi
home.”
     
    And then Seamus
arrived. He was just over six feet tall, dressed in his leather
riding gear, a strongly built young man for his eighteen years.
    “The Wild One,
nineteen fifty-four,” Jeremy whispered, drawing breath.
    The beauty of
the young man, whose build reminded him of the young Marlon Brando.
Jeremy had tapes of all Brando’s early movies.
    “What?” Dorothy
said, not liking the way Jeremy was looking almost open-mouthed at
Seamus.
    “Nothing.”
Jeremy replied, “Ann-Marie is this your young man?”
     
    Ann-Marie, who
had been standing purposefully with her back to the entrance so as
not to appear to be waiting for anyone, turned. She was angry at
being kept waiting.
    When she saw
him she had a sharp intake of breath and emptiness in the pit of
her stomach. She had forgotten how gorgeous he was. Wow…
    “Where were
you?” she demanded crossly, “this is no place to leave a
lady.”
“Sorry I had to drop one of the lads into Tallaght. His bike broke
down. We had to get him on the road again. The courier service
always delivers. Sorry Ann-Marie.”
    He took her
hand and looked sorry.
    Ann-Marie
smiled, “This is Dorothy my sister and Jeremy her friend.”
    It was Seamus
who was surprised “A double date?” he managed to say.
    “You owe Jeremy
for the tickets,” Ann-Marie said.
    “Don’t worry,”
Jeremy protested.
    “I’ll get some
chocolates,” Seamus offered and taking Ann-Marie’s by the elbow he
led them to the sweet counter.
     
    They relaxed
and enjoyed the movie. All except Jeremy. He was a gamut of
emotions. He had been delighted to meet Dorothy again. Their
relationship was growing nicely.
    However the
sight of Seamus had reminded Jeremy, if he needed reminding, that
men were physically attractive to him. As he sat beside Dorothy he
wondered what it would be like to sit beside Seamus and to have him
joking lightly to him in the manner Seamus was busy