I heard the front door closed and I went downstairs to see if somebody was here. I was going downstairs to see if Craig was gone, and he was. I looked around for a few minutes, and then realize that he had taken off. Was this our first fight?

When I saw the maid, Lisbeth, I asked her where Craig had ran off to. From the way she looked at me, it felt like she didn't want to tell me. I don't know why, but I was getting a weird vibe from her. She looked at my hand several times, but I wasn't sure what that was about. It was sort of an awkward moment and I didn't want to make it worse.

“The master of the house has left for the evening. He will probably be back late, he said he had an emergency.”

She started to walk away, and I stopped her.

“What do you mean an emergency?”

“Well he's a doctor dear.”

Her English was perfect, and so was the tone of disdain that I heard in it. I don't know what I had done to her, or why she was upset, but I wasn't going to push it. I was here as a guest after all and with everything that was going on, the conversation I just had with Craig, it didn't seem like a wise thing to rock the boat.

“Okay. Thank you Lisbeth.”

She walked away finally, and I was sure that she was thankful that she could get away from me. Was it something I said, something I had done? I had always been the type of person that wanted everybody to like me, and it used to bother me when somebody didn't. Especially if I didn't know why.

I went back up to the bedroom because I didn't know what else to do with myself. I was in a strange country, and half the people in it didn't understand anything I said. I didn't understand anything they said either. I wanted to talk to Craig, tell him that I was sorry for my outburst earlier, but it is just taking me off guard. I know that women were the ones that weren’t supposed to think about all those things, but I didn't want to be a woman in his culture. I didn't want to stay home and just take care of the house, he already had a maid for that.

Staying up for several hours reading, I finally went to sleep on the bed, but I didn't even get under the sheets. It felt strange to be there without him and after making a few calls on my cell phone, I finally went to bed. I was just hopeful that when I woke up, Craig would be there. Had I really upset him that much, or was it really something to do with work?

From the way the woman was looking at me, I was starting to think that it was something else altogether. I mean, how much did I really know Craig?

I woke up to Craig sitting on the side of the bed. I didn't know what time it was, but I knew it was late. It was dark outside now and I felt like I’d slept a full night.

“How is your head feeling?”

“Huh?”

“Your head, remember?”

“I think we both know that it wasn't a headache Craig. I just needed a few minutes. When I came back out of the bathroom, I heard the front door closed and you were gone.”

“I told you that I might have to take care of some things while were here. I am always on call. There are things that I do here, that nobody else will do or can do. That means that I never really get to rest. I didn't mean to leave you though. Did Lisbeth tell you where I was?”

I told him that she did, but there are still some things that I wanted a question and answer for. It just seemed shady all of a sudden, him taking off in the middle of the night. When I started to really look at him, I realized that he had red stuff all over his shirt. What sort of emergency had he had?

It was one of those things that I wasn't sure about. I didn't know how to go forward because we hadn't really talked about his work that much. We had talked about it in context of the pharmaceutical side of it, and work, but I didn't know what it was he actually did. There were lots of different doctors, and I was starting to think that he was a different sort of doctor. I just wasn't sure what sort yet.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah of course, why would I be?”

Well you have a lot of blood on your shirt Craig. Is everything okay with your patient?”

He said that it was, but I could tell that he didn't like the fact that I had seen him bloody. I knew that it wasn't a knee sprain that he was going to be taking care of in the middle of the night, but I didn't know that he would be doing surgery either.

“I'm going to go jump in the shower, I'll be out in a few minutes.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

I tried to get him to look at me, so I told him that he was going to get what he wanted if he did. I didn't want him to be upset with me, and I knew that I should be able to get past this little argument with a few orgasms. It always helped me out when I needed some head clearing.

“No, I will just be a minute. Go ahead and call Lisbeth and get us something to drink. There is a button in the corner. All you have to do is pull the cord.”

He walked away before I could say anything else. I most likely would have told him that there was no way in hell that I was calling Lisbeth. She made it clear that the last thing she wanted from me was to have anything to do with me. Of course, she hadn’t said that, but she didn't need to. She was like me, and it was hard for her to control her face. For whatever reason, that woman did not like me and it made me wonder why. Why was it so confusing here?

I knew that I was going to have to go find the drinks myself. It shouldn’t be that hard, I figured. It had to be somewhere around in the kitchen, right?

I went back downstairs and tried to ignore the fact that he didn’t want me to go into the shower with him. Earlier today we couldn't keep our hands off of each other, and now something was between us and I really didn't like it at all. I didn't like the attention that I was feeling, knowing that the time we had together was so short. I really should have controlled myself better earlier, but he really had thrown me off. Of all the things that I expected him to say and do, talking about marriage and children wasn't one of them.

The kitchen was set up unlike any of the ones I’d seen before and it took me a minute to figure it out. I really wanted to find the liquor bottles, so I didn’t have to call the woman that had dead black eyes for help. I knew that there was something more there, but it wasn’t the time or place for it. I wasn’t going to mention it to Craig, but I was going to wonder what was going on with the older woman.

When I found a couple of bottles and a couple of glasses, I went back upstairs and waited for him to get out. I was nervous like the first time again and I was starting to think that maybe I’d made a mistake. Maybe this was too soon, and I was going to have to cool down. We were talking love, but like Craig said, I should be thinking about things like that. He knew my body and my mind, but did he realize that I wasn’t ready to give up my job? That was my identity in a big way.

As I saw Craig coming out, my mind stopped working. Maybe that was the problem. I simply couldn’t see past it all when he was near me or I was talking to him. It was like I just got tunnel vision and I wasn’t able to use my brain. It was hard to understand, but I was just going to have to work with it.

He pulled his towel off and moved in front of me. He didn’t need to say a thing. I knew what he wanted and as I looked at his large meat, I realized that I needed it to.

The rest of it, we could talk about another time. It was still going to be there in the morning. I didn’t want to argue anymore. I wanted back into his arms, where things made more sense.