It was two decades before he was rocked by the memory of Millie
again. Craig was working at a hospital in Sheffield when he saw
her; well, not her exactly, but an almost perfect carbon copy,
apart from the eyes which were strangely familiar, but not the
same dazzling green he remembered of Millie's.

The memories came flooding back, he remembered the night they
spent above the bar, the feel of her body next to his, the sound
and urgency of her voice as she begged him to fuck her, the grip
of her slender thighs around his waist as she pulled him deeper.
He felt light headed and had to sit down to collect his thoughts.

Twenty years ago, the day after they made love, he returned to
his holiday apartment. Todd, his friend, refused to speak to him,
he blamed Craig for Ryan, his new best friend and Millie's then
boyfriend, getting arrested. The next few days in the apartment
were tense, so, the day before Ryan was released, Craig returned
home, cutting his holiday short. Ryan stayed in the apartment
with Todd and they returned home together. Craig hadn't heard
from Todd since; it was no great loss.

When Craig returned home after his holiday, he tried to contact
Millie; the phone rang, unanswered, so he drove across the
Pennines to the address she'd written in her parting note. The
flat was empty. Unsure as to whether she'd given him a false
address and phone number, he knocked on a neighbour's door and
asked if he knew the people next door. "Not sure pal." Was the
reply. "I only ever heard them arguing. Never seen her, only him.
They've been quite last two weeks, probably on holiday." The door
closed in Craig's face.

He tried in vain to track her down. Two weeks after Todd returned
home, Craig drove to Sheffield. He sat in his car, down the road
from her flat, her front door visible from his position; but he
only saw Ryan. He rang the number from a payphone, but it was
only Ryan who answered, Craig just hung up.

He looked for her for another two months, but without her
surname, and in day's before the Internet and mobile phones were
commonplace, it was impossible. He gave up hope two years later,
resigning himself to the fact that he'd never find her.

Six months later, he met Stephanie, the girl he was going to
marry. Two years after that, they had a child. When his daughter
Emily was sixteen, Stephanie left him for another man; she'd been
having an affair with him for two years. Craig had now been
single for over a year, and he was finally happy in himself; but
now he felt like his past was coming back to torture him.

As he reclined against the seat, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay sir?" The voice asked.

"Fine." Craig replied. He looked up, shocked. "Millie?"

"No." She said, "I'm Charlotte. Most people call me Lottie. My
mum is Millie though. Do you know her?"

"I'm, I'm not sure." Craig stammered, "I met a Millie on holiday
years ago. You look so much like her."

"Like this?" She said as she pulled out a locket and opened it.
Craig nearly feinted as the picture of Millie swam into focus. On
the other side was a picture of a man he didn't know.

"How?" He started, but was unable to go on. She took out her
purse, opened it and pulled out a battered picture. A man,
looking very much like a younger him, was holding a microphone in
a place he remembered from his youth.

"Is this you?" Lottie asked.

"I think so." He said. "Where did you get this?"

"My mum took it ages ago. Said it was someone she met on holiday
in Ibiza, just before I was born. She told me lots about him."

"How is she?." He replied. "I tried to find her..."

"She's well." Lottie replied as Craig trailed off into his own
memories. "Do you want me to give her a message?"

"Is she here?" He asked.

"No, she's in town, in work. I can text her though. Not that
she's any good with phones though. Probably hasn't even got it
switched on."

"Could you?" He implored.

"Tell you what," She said, "Mum's just getting the hang of
Snapchat." She raised her phone, the camera clicked and Lottie
typed in a quick message.

"Guess who I've bumped into?" Said the message, across a photo of
his face. She received a reply almost immediately.

"She must have it switched on for once." Lottie said, "She never
replies that fast!"

"If it's to tell me to get lost, I understand."

"Quite the opposite!" Lottie beamed. "Are you free to come for
tea?"

"Let me check my diary." He joked. "What time do you want me
there?"

"Well I finish here at 5:30, so you could give me a lift home; if
you don't mind, of course?"

"That would be perfect." He grinned, "Shall we meet back here
then, then?"

She nodded enthusiastically, then gave him a hug. "We've not had
anyone around for tea for ages." She said, "I'm quite excited!"

She walked back into the hospital, the ghost of her perfume still
on his collar as she reached the door, turned to wave, then
disappeared into the building.

Craig returned to his little office and sat behind his desk.
Looking at the clock, he had another four hours before he'd see
Lottie again, then a bit longer until he'd see Millie. The hours
dragged; he tried filling them with work, but each job that
seemed to last an hour, only took around ten minutes. Even
surfing the Internet didn't eat up the hours it usually did. By
the time 5:30 came along, he was exhausted.

All tiredness was forgotten when, at 5:35, Lottie walked towards
him; her big beaming smile lit a path in front of her. Several
heads turned, and the people she passed seemed to be warmed by
her sunny countenance.

"Not done a runner then?" She said as she reached him.

"Wouldn't dream of it!" He said, "I've been waiting years for
this."

"You've not tasted Mum's cooking yet!" She joked. "Take me to
your chariot."

They walked towards his car, which was parked in a side street.
On the way home she asked Craig how he and her mother had met; he
told her a clean version of the story, and how he'd tried to look
for Millie when he returned. He asked about Lottie; she was a
medical secretary for a consultant and had worked there for two
years after gaining a degree at Uni. Craig felt quite proud of
Lottie, although he wasn't quite sure why.

They pulled up outside a semi-detached Victorian house in quite a
nice area. Lottie got out, fished her keys from her bag and
opened the door; the smell of cooking wafted out to Craig as
Lottie grabbed his hand and pulled him in. "It's too late now."
She said to him, then shouted, "Mum! I've brought a strange man
home!"

"Well let me look at him before you wear him out like the last
one!" Millie shouted from the kitchen. She appeared in the
doorway, her smile, the same as her daughter's, lit up the room.

"Where the hell have you been?" She said seriously, but he could
sense the underlying humour in her voice. She rushed to him and
hugged him fiercely. He returned the hug, not wanting to release
her. She smelled of cooking and perfume.

"I'll finish making tea then, shall I?" Lottie said.

"Mmmm." Millie replied as Lottie left them for the kitchen.

They retired to the lounge as Lottie made tea; sitting together
on the couch and holding hands, their knees together. "So,"
Millie said, "What kept you?"

Craig told her how he'd searched, fruitlessly, for her, and how
he'd never really given up hope of finding her one day. He told
her about Stephanie, and how Emily had helped hold him together
when she left them.

Millie's tale was more eventful. Starting from the day they'd
last seen each other, she told him how she'd left Ryan; how he'd
paid for his flight home by smuggling ecstasy across from Ibiza.
He'd been in the local paper two months later, caught in a club
trying to sell drugs to an undercover officer. From there it had
been a downward spiral for him and he was back in prison for
dealing.

Despite the note she'd left him, Ryan repeatedly tried to get
back with her; it finally took a restraining order to make him
realise that she wanted nothing to do with him. He was also
convinced that Lottie was his; until he was ordered to pay
maintenance and he demanded a paternity test. Lottie's father was
still unknown, or he was, at least to the authorities; Millie was
in no doubt as to whom the father was. She'd also tried to track
Craig down, but with the arrival of Lottie, her world was turned
upside-down.

Her parents helped tremendously; taking care of Lottie while
Millie went back to Uni and pursued her career in social work.
She loved helping people; she supposed it was because of her
experience with Ryan.

"Tea's ready!" Came a shout from the kitchen. They got up from
the couch, still holding hands, and Craig allowed himself to be
led to the dining room.

During the meal, Millie continued her story: She found out she
was expecting five weeks after the holiday; apparently, the pill
doesn't work when taken with antibiotics, and she'd had a course
of them just before they left for Ibiza. Ryan had been
disinterested in sex, at least with her, for a few months before
the holiday, and the only person she'd made love to in that time,
was Craig.

Craig looked up at Lottie; she looked back at him and the pieces
fell into place. The reason the eye's staring back at him were so
familiar, were because he saw them in the mirror every day on his
own face. At this moment, there was a tears forming in hers, her
smile still shone as she wiped her eyes with the back of her
hand.

"I had no doubt she was yours." Millie said, "When those eyes
looked back at me in the delivery room, I knew. She was the best
thing to happen to me. Lottie turned my life around; I had
someone to care for, to look out for other than myself. I needed
to get out from under Ryan's shadow and live my own life."

Craig was choked up, "I'm so sorry I couldn't find you." Tears
were streaming down his face now. Lottie, still smiling, reached
into her pocket and pulled out a tissue.

"Thanks daughter." He said.

"No problem dad." She laughed. Lottie got up from her chair and
went around the table to hug him. He embraced her and kissed her
forehead.

"Now sit down and finish your tea young lady!" He mock scolded,
"Or there'll be nothing for afters!"

"Yes dad!" She trudged back to her seat, head down, but with a
wide grin.

Millie told him how she'd met her husband, Lance, when Lottie was
two, then lost him to an accident fifteen years later. She didn't
elaborate; the scars were still raw, and tears were back in
Lottie's eyes. The last three years had been a blur, but she was
still mourning Lance, so there had been no romantic interests.

Just then his phone rang, he apologised, looked at the number,
apologised again, then answered. "Dad!" A worried Emily said,
"Where are you? You're dinner's getting cold!"

"I'm just out love." He replied, "I've had dinner too."

"Not Maccy D's again. It's no good for your diet!" She said.

"No!" He said with a mischievous grin, "Your half-sister and her
mother made it."

"Wha...! Dad, are you serious? You're joking aren't you? You've
got to be joking!"

"No love. Deadly serious. I found her, or she found me."

Both Millie and Lottie were grinning; Emily was so loud they
could hear both sides of the conversation, "Hi!" They both
shouted in unison.

"Oh my God! Dad? Seriously? Brilliant! I've got to meet them!"
Emily's words tumbled out of her mouth.

"And you will sweetheart." Craig said calmly. "I'll see you in a
bit."

"I won't wait up. Love you." She said, then hung up.

"She sounds excited." Lottie said, "I can't wait to see my
half-sister."

They cleared the table and washed the pots together, chatting
whilst they did so.
After an hour of catching up, Millie reminded him that he'd have
to get back to his daughter. She gave him her phone number and
promised not to move house this time. He kissed Lottie on the
cheek and Millie on her lips, then they waved from the gate as he
drove away.

They met again on Saturday, Emily travelled across with Craig
this time, excited to meet her sibling. She'd quizzed her dad
when he returned home, he told her everything as he remembered
it. At Millie's, they chatted in the lounge; Craig and Millie on
the couch, Emily in an armchair, and Lottie sat on the floor. The
photo album was out, Millie and Craig were looking at old photos
of Charlotte, who was getting more embarrassed as the evening
wore on.

Lottie got up, stretched, and went to Emily; she bent down and
whispered, "Shall we go out and leave these two to catch up?
There's a pub down the road." Emily nodded enthusiastically. They
grabbed their coats and left their parents alone.

They noticed the girls had gone out a minute later; they looked
up at each other, both showed signs of age; the odd grey hair and
lines around the eyes, but these seemed to melt away as Millie
put the album down and they moved together on the couch. Craig
pulled her towards him, his hand on her back moved slowly to her
bum and he squeezed gently. Her hands tousled his hair as their
lips locked in a passionate kiss. He pulled her onto his lap, her
knees either side of him as their tongues met, his hands kneading
her buttocks.

Her hips rocked, grinding her pubis on his crotch, his penis
responded, growing, trapped painfully in his boxers. He pushed
her blouse up her body, past her heaving breasts, over her head
and up her arms, caressing every curve. He reached around and
unclasped her bra, letting the straps glide down her slender arms
and discarding it on the floor as he cupped her breasts, circling
her areolae with his thumbs. He suckled on them, sending a shiver
down her spine as his tongue rasped over her hard nipples.

She held his head in her hands, tilted it backwards and kissed
him again, her deft fingers unbuttoned his shirt. She pushed it
from his shoulders where it joined her blouse behind him on the
couch. His hands ventured up her thighs, under the hem of her
skirt and over her bum, feeling her buttocks through the silky
material of her panties. He pulled her closer, moving himself to
the edge of the couch so he could lift her, Millie's arms tight
around his neck and her legs around his waist, as he lowered her
back to the couch with him kneeling on the floor.

Her skirt was bunched around her waist, He hooked his fingers
into the elastic of her panties and removed them, a damp patch
and her musky aroma indicating her arousal. He lifted her legs
onto his shoulders, sliding her to the edge of the couch as her
lowered himself to her eager pussy.

She was holding her breath as he gently licked her labia, then
she let it out slowly as he parted her with his tongue and
massaged her clit. He slid two fingers into her vagina, his
tongue still playing with her clitoris as he beckoned her towards
orgasm. Her heels dug into his back as her climax built; her
hands grasping at his hair as she groaned and writhed on the
couch, frantically working her until she tensed up and cried out,
her back arched, raising her hips to meet his lashing tongue.

She dropped her legs to his sides and stood on shaky legs. He
rose to meet her, his hands in the small of her back, which was
slick with perspiration. She pulled herself up with her hands
around his neck, he lifted her gently and kissed her. "Take me to
bed." She whispered, locking her ankles behind him as he kissed
her neck.

He carried her up the stairs, into the bedroom, then placed her
on the edge of the bed. She unfastened his belt and unbuttoned
his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. His cock pushed at
the fabric of his boxers, willing her to set it free. He lifted
her chin and bent to kiss her, lips parted as she removed his
pants and ran a finger down his impressive length. She kissed him
from his lips, down his stomach and to the top of his straining
cock, then she licked the bead of pre-cum from the tip. Millie
looked up at him, a gossamer strand linked her bottom lip to his
manhood; she ran her tongue down his length, back up again, and
took him in her mouth.

Her left hand gripped him as she massaged his balls with her
right. Her tongue danced around his head as she sucked and licked
him closer to the point of no return; then she stopped, leaving
him confused, but hornier than ever.

She pushed herself back on the mattress, propelling herself
slowly towards the headboard, then stopped; her head resting on
the pillows, knees raised, legs parted. He followed, crawling on
all-fours, pausing at her feet. He took hold of her ankle and
raised her foot to his mouth. She shivered as her toes were
kissed and sucked. Her hand unconsciously stroked her pussy as he
kissed her slowly from toes to ankle, up the length of her inner
leg and thigh. He pulled her finger from her cunt and licked her
juices from it, then he kissed her pussy and resumed his journey
up her stomach, to her breasts, her neck, chin and mouth.

She reached down, guiding him into her, his head rubbing over her
engorged clit as his cock invaded her slick cunt. Her breathing
quickened as, halfway in, he stopped and withdrew. Her hands were
pressed into his back, urging him to penetrate her fully; her
eyes, at first pleading him, rolled back as he drove his full
length into her. She hadn't realised she was holding her breath
until she was fully impaled. She gasped as he pulled out and then
plunged back in to her wetness, her heart racing, breath ragged,
as he quickened his pace.

Her head forced back into the pillow, her hands grasping at the
bedclothes as she cried out again and again, Craig relentlessly
pistoning his manhood into her willing pussy as she cried his
name over and over, ending in a guttural half-growl as her orgasm
peaked.

Her legs dropped and Craig rolled onto his back, "You've not cum
yet." She said as rolled on top and kissed him, then got onto her
knees and straddled his waist. His cock slid into her easily with
no need for guidance as she threw her head back and exhaled
noisily. His hands sought out her breasts and squeezed them as
she rode him, arched backwards, her hands gripping his shins as
she cried out to a God she'd given up faith in until this moment;
her knees pressed into his sides as she came.

He rose to kiss her, then told her to stay on her her knees as he
positioned himself behind her. Sweat glistened on her back as he
pushed inside her, taking a slow easy rhythm until she cried out,
her vaginal muscles gripped and milked his penis, and he felt
himself lose control, ramming his hard cock into her as she
screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!" Cumming together in a cacophony of
grunts and screams.

He stayed inside her as his penis softened, both regaining their
composure as they parted, his cum slowly trickling from her
swollen lips. They collapsed onto the bed and she rolled to him,
nestling into his shoulder as he hugged her tightly. "That was
wonderful." She said, "I can't believe I waited twenty years for
this moment."

"I know." Craig yawned, kissing her forehead, "Seems like it was
only yesterday..." He drifted off. Millie kissed his chin,
settled in next to him, and went to sleep.

Sunlight spilled in through the opened curtains and across
Craig's face, waking him. He looked at the pillow in front of him
and saw a note. "Not again!" He thought, taking it. A few seconds
passed before his bleary eyes could focus on the words, "We're in
the kitchen Sleepyhead. Come down when you're ready for
breakfast, M xxx."
He dragged himself out of bed, washed and dressed, then descended
the stairs to his future.