Mobile Hairdresser Maria
Jenkins was
36 and had been unhappily married for fifteen
years to a gambler and womanizer, she had known about the former from
the beginning, but the latter was a much more recent revelation.
She
is widely respected on the island and known to be a kind soul and everyone that
knows her has a tale to tell of her generous nature.
She retaliated to her
husband’s infidelity by embarking on an affair of her own with a man ten years
her junior, Mark Duff, and it was on the door of his cottage in Spaniards Creek
that she knocked at 8pm on the day after Boxing Day wearing her best posh
frock, and behind her a taxi was pulling away.
“Hello” he said with genuine
surprise
“Hello” she responded, “Can I
come in? Its bloody freezing”
“Of course,” He said fussily
“come in, come in”
Once inside she slipped off
her coat and walked through to the lounge and he thought she looked absolutely
gorgeous.
“You’re a bit overdressed for
my humble abode” he observed mentally undressing her.
“I know” she said as she sat
down “I was going out to Dinner but…”
“But?” he asked
“I couldn’t face everyone
quizzing me about Bill”
“About what?” he quizzed
“I’m divorcing him” she
replied, “I don’t want him back, I’m moving on”
“I’m sorry,” he said
inadequately
“I’m not” Maria said
surprisingly “though it’s your fault in a way”
“Then I should be sorry,” he
admitted
“No, you opened my eyes and
showed me that I’m still an attractive woman, still a sexy woman, Bill didn’t
appreciate that, and I need to be with someone who sees me the way that you do”
Richard raised his eyebrows
in response and Maria laughed
“Oh, don’t worry I’m not
looking to move in with you, having you at my disposal with your appetites
would probably kill me”
She laughed again then
continued
“Love making with you is like
Zumba and Pilates rolled into one and you would “appreciate” me into an early
grave”
“So, what do you have
planned?” Mark asked
“I’m going on a cruise” she
replied
“Really?” he asked, “on your
own or with a friend?”
“I’m
going with a gentleman admirer” she replied and blushed
“Good
for you” Mark exclaimed
“So,
when do you go?”
“I’m
leaving next week” she replied and gracefully got to her feet “So in the
meantime I’m going to let you answer the question you’ve been asking yourself
since the moment I walked in”
“Which
is?”
“Is
she wearing tights or stockings?”
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