Chapter 6

Gully hung Salt's painting of the (non-existent) Gully's Garage on his office wall. He got a big kick out of it even though Marty was a bit chagrined by the fictional loss of Martin's Auto Body!

Gully was glad that he had reached a level of understanding with Sally after all these confusing years. He was never sure how she felt about him, especially after the fateful After Party that had broken all the rules of morality, so it felt good to have at least buried the past after all this time.

Gully debated on whether or not he should drop by Salt's studio at the artist's collaborative again. Some would argue that it was better to leave the past where it belonged and that it was never a good idea to look up a one tryst memory - especially if that tryst was shared with a second woman - but he had been lonely in recent times and it felt good to reconnect with Sally, even though he wasn't sure if she was interested in revisiting their friendship given all the awkwardness between them.

It was a rainy Saturday morning and Gully slept in mostly because he had nothing better to do. He'd probably go down to the shop later to check in on things so Marty could have quality family time but for now he was content on snoozing away.

He had bought a small ranch in the flats section of Hillsboro. Mary Lynne lived with him for several years and he assumed they'd get married but she decided to leave instead of committing to him and he mostly avoided the dating game in the aftermath of that unexpected rejection.

The ringing of the doorbell brought Gully out of his sleep. He threw on his robe and stumbled down the stairs to answer, fearing bad news or some sort of crisis. He was surprised when he opened the door to find Sally standing on the porch in rain gear, holding what looked to be a painting covered in brown paper.

"Sally?" He asked with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" She asked.

"How'd you even know where I lived?" He asked.

"I called your mother," she answered. "She says you should stop by. She hasn't seen you in a while."

Gully rolled his eyes as he stepped back. "Sure, come in," he smiled.

Sally stepped inside, took off her rubber rain boots and plastic coat which she hung on the coat tree in the corner before walking across the room to an armchair where she took a seat, placing the wrapped painting by the side of the chair She was wearing a pair of purple jogging sweats.

Gully rubbed the sleep from his eyes and studied her while pulling the belt of his robe tighter.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Perhaps this is the way it's supposed to be," Sally remarked.

"Do you want some coffee?" He asked.

She nodded okay so Gully went into the kitchen and started the coffee machine. When it was ready, he poured coffee into two white mugs and returned to the living room, handing her a mug and taking a seat in the other arm chair with his cup.

"What are you doing here?" he asked again.

"How many times are you going to ask?" She complained, looking at him with her mouth slightly open.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"I guess I could have called," Sally realized.

"No, I'm glad you're here," he smiled.

They drank their coffee in silence. Gully kept glancing out of the window at the falling rain.

"Crummy day," Sally observed.

Gully nodded and smiled. "It's getting better now."

The strong odor of coffee and rain hung in the room. Sally looked contented and calm. She was pretty despite the acne scars on her face.

"Do you want something to eat?" Gully asked.

"No," she answered. "That's not why I came."

"Why did you come?"

She opened her mouth to say something but no words came out.

"Did you paint me something?" Gully asked, gesturing to the covered painting leaning against the chair.

"Yes, but you can't pay me for it," Sally insisted. "It really is a gift this time."

"Okay," He agreed, standing from his chair. "Thanks."

She nodded while adjusting her glasses on her nose.

"Can I see it now?" He asked hopefully.

She nodded again so Gully went to the painting and peeled the paper away to discover a painting of her doll house with the images of two kids - them, Gully assumed - playing with it.

"Wow!" A stunned Gully said. "This is amazing."

Sally didn't seem to react so Gully put his arms underneath her arm pits and lifted her out of the chair.

"Thank you," he said earnestly.

He studied her face while she looked into his eyes. "What?" She wanted to know.

"Do you want to have an After After Party?" He asked.

Her eyebrows folded. "As long as it's just the two of us."

"Always," he promised.

She nodded and closed her eyes for a moment. Gully rubbed the back of his hand along Sally's face and she let out a sigh.

She accepted his hand and allowed him to lead her upstairs to his bedroom, Sally slipped out of her sweats while Gully untied his robe and let it fall off his shoulders to the floor as they both fell onto the bed where they cuddled and fell asleep.

Gully awoke with a start sometime after noon. He lay on his back stupefied when he realized a naked Sally was wrapped around him. It had been months since he'd slept so soundly and he felt great.

"How are you?"

Gully glanced at Sally to see that she was awake too.

"Grateful," he answered. "I feel a lot better now."

"I'm glad." She looked at him for a long moment. "I wish I was the one that day."

"You were," he assured her.

"Not like this," she sighed.

He rubbed her hand with his against his stomach. She dropped her hand down to his penis which became hard. She rolled on top of him and guided his penis into her entrance. She slowly and methodically moved her hips while he rubbed her ass and they kissed, making quiet love until they both climaxed and then fell asleep together, the naked Sally lying sprawled atop her rediscovered lover.

Sally awoke first this time and she watched Gully sleep, studying his face perhaps for a future drawing. He finally opened his eyes and he smiled when he found her looking at him.

"How long are you planning on staying? Gully asked.

"For as long as you'll have me,"

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Yes." There was a peaceful expression on Sally's face.

"It's nice, just the two of us," He smiled.

She looked even more contented. "Yes," she said.

"You'll talk to me now?" He asked hopefully.

"Yes," She assured him, kissing his nose. "I'll always talk to you."

He nodded with relief. "This is the After After Party I've always wanted," he said happily.