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WALKING IN THE WAKE
By Wood nee Hughes
The next day Victoria awakened with a really bad headache...how many vodkas did she have? She remembered waving goodbye to the last guests at 3.0am.
“Shucks,” Shane had declared, “it's nearly time for breakfast.” With that he had flopped down on the nearest lounger and promptly fallen asleep. Victoria knew it would be no use trying to move him so she had gone to bed herself; she also had thrown herself across the bed where she remained until this moment. Lifting her
head carefully, she slipped off the bed and began groping her way to the shower.
There was not a sound coming from the lounge; it was obvious to her that Shane had already showered and had left early for the office without disturbing her.
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| Slipping off the rest of her clothes she positioned herself, arms outstretched, supporting herself against the walls of the shower. After allowing the cool water to soak through her long hair for several minutes she breathed, “that's better.” Reaching for a soft white towel she then wrapped it around her body, leaving her hair dripping with water. The wide open door of the terrace beckoned her. Moving along cautiously she made her way to her favourite swinging chair arranging herself with one leg over the side, lying across so that her hair fell over the back of the chair. She planned to get ready, what should she wear? The telephone broke into her thoughts. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath. “Who could that be?” She stumbled as she reached the telephone and picking it up she forced a pleasant “Hello!” |
“Hi there,” came the reply, “It's Freddie Browning. Thank you for last evening."
He went on, "I enjoyed it immensely"
"Oh I'm so glad, how is Kate?"
"Oh she's fine." There was a long silence. Then:
"What are you wearing this morning, you beautiful thing?"
Victoria's stomach lifted then dropped, a sensual feeling ran through her body.
"Why…'er," she stammered. "Nothing."
Then silence, the no reply made Victoria's pulses race, as they both drank in the moment. At last a reply:
"Phew! Where are you going for luncheon today?"
Victoria's thoughts were rushing all over the place, she felt cornered, like a fox.
"We..we thought we would go to the Diner," she stammered.
"See you there.” With that there was a click, he had put the phone down. How was she going to handle this man? In a dream she began to get ready for Shane.
It was mid-day...Shane’s Mercedes made it's usual entrance...Victoria moved over quickly to the terrace window. The driver was alone.
"Where's Shane?" she enquired in a trembling voice.
“No Madam, he caught up with business, he say I take you to the Diner, he say see you later."
"He say WHAT?"
The chauffeur opened the rear door.
"Yes Madam, he say."
Victoria grabbed her handbag, she was furious, how could Shane expect her to arrive alone?
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