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I am dressed for my night out. I have dispensed with make-up, apart from the stubble effect, and ditched my normal fragrance for a male variety. Smells okay. Hair was a problem. I ended up bribing the hairdresser in a neighbouring apartment to do it for me. He was not pleased.
‘I know you work long hours, Tony,’ I whined, ‘but this is really important. You were probably looking forward to some quality family time, but it won’t take long,’ I reassured him.
She seduced her lover, him believing she was a man. What will his response be when he discovers he's been done by his woman.
Sexual content He’s too busy with his own emotions to notice the lack of spend on my part, so I slip away, just far enough to know where he is, but he won’t have seen my escape direction. I have achieved everything I wanted for this evening. I could go home. I could also go and talk to him. I should have gone home. I was unprepared for his reaction. I move over to him, take his hand and lead him back to the more illuminated area, which isn’t saying much. I turn to him. ‘How was it for you? Your first time, I think.’ I’d tried my deepest voice, but it was pathetic. He didn’t notice. His confusion of emotions was still in overdrive. Finally, he spoke.
Sexual content It was a blessing that Monday was a workday. Dianne was strangely uninterested in my weekend. Perhaps we both knew that we had to get some serious work done, before the upstairs dragon noticed. At lunch she came to the point. ‘Weekend – dish the dirt.’ ‘How do you know it was dirty? Okay, it wasn’t exactly clean either.’ ‘Give me the potted version and don’t tell Abe.’ It wasn’t that I was afraid to tell her the full depravity. I was over that, but from a distance of a few hours, the events seemed unreal. Did we really do those things? It seemed unreal as I told her the events of the gay club. ‘Where do you go from here?’ ‘Good question, Dianne. I think it is over. Regrettable, but over. He has gay tendencies, but is afraid to come out to me. After all we have done together, he lets a little deviancy, which is no longer frowned upon in most western countries, stand between us. I’m over that stage
Sexual content Wednesday feels like Monday. More by chance than hard work and commitment, our department just won a major contract. The heat is off. Thus, I could spend the morning at work discussing my history with Greg, Dee and Tannhäuser with my new PA, and new friend, Dianne. That said, who could I now trust? ‘Tell me about Abe. How do you know him? Why is he helping me?’ ‘He’s my uncle, the much younger brother of my father. I had no idea he was your landlord – small world, huh, even in the big smoke of London Town. He’s helping you because I asked him to. Simple as that. I come from the north, Barnsley to accent experts, but since I arrived in London, he has looked after me like a surrogate father, especially when my crisis hit and I was close to hospital. ‘He knows you are part of the story that brought me back from that edge. Now you are in a pickle and he is happy to help you. He earns his money as a high-class private detect
Sexual content Book 2 – The Fightback Abe hadn’t thought through his timings. Another Thursday. It was 20th December. Monday will be Christmas Eve. Greg’s company will be shut Saturday and Sunday, Dee may fly back to England for Christmas. That would be this weekend. Was it worth flying out before the New Year? He said, ‘Best time. Catch the buggers while they are wondering what to buy the missus for Christmas.’ I said, ‘Can’t catch them if they are not there,’ but he wasn’t listening. Dianne says he is good and I should trust him. What choices do I have? Baltimore in December. We thought we had taken warm clothing. Baltimore is supposed to be the milder of the Eastern Seaboard cities. Huh. We had booked a hotel overlooking the yacht harbour in Essex. The yachts had a covering of ice. We would have to go out and buy some shoes commensurate with the snow
Sexual content Chapter 2 I’m beginning to like Abe, but he can’t help creating embarrassing interludes. This time he refused the table offered by the waitress and took another at the end of the breakfast room. That manoeuvre cost him a healthy tip. The waitress was about to pop. She was a hands-on person and wasn’t yet with the Christmas spirit. She considered losing her job and throwing us out. I can’t blame her. The hotel public areas have a non-stop gadoodle of sentimentally-sung carols. As the noise retreats from one speaker, the next comes into range, so there is no escape. Half an hour over breakfast is tolerable. A whole shift of Silent Night, Holy Night, sung at half speed with vibrato and the occasional falsetto, and I’d leave teeth-marks in the table-tops. The breakfast room was vast, and only a few guests were present. Serving us at a far-flung
Sexual content Chapter 3 Friday took a funny turn. I hadn’t noticed, but Abe’s wife had been gone weeks, which left Abe with a lot of pent-up libido. I gave the piper a tune to play and he played – again and again. I lost count actually. I reckon we finished breakfast around ten and went for tea at five-thirty. Our waitress had her feet up and was trying to get a quick nap before dinner started. She opened an eye as we entered. She shut it again and tried to ignore us. Then she opened both and sat up, with a grin from ear to ear. ‘My! Well, well. Look at you.’ I went the colour of my freckles. I remembered what I looked like at such times and couldn’t control my urge to look at the mirror behind the bar. ‘Yep, lady! We know what you have been doing!’ I will never forget her chuckle. A third new life had just begun!
Chapter 4 Mave organised our entry. There were plenty of questions about who her guests were. The doorkeeper was hesitant about letting us in. Mave played the race card. ‘It’s cos we’re black, ain’t it?’ ‘That’s shit and you know it, Mave. It’s because you and your girlfriend are trouble. Every time you are here, we get a visit from the police.’ ‘Have we been arrested?’ ‘I guess not.’ He sensed he wasn’t going to win, took some money from Abe and let us through. Things started bright enough upstairs, but as we descended, it became ever gloomier, but left our eyes time to adjust. Mave turned to Abe. ‘I need fifty for bribes.’ Abe fished a note out and she disappeared, but came back after a few minutes, looking pleased. ‘Seems your friend Dee is already down in the dark bit. Connie. Send her a text telling her we are held up in traffic and could be ho
Three hours later, I heard the lock whir and the chink of cups. Mave pushed in a trolley, with four breakfasts. She was dressed for her shift. We three slowly sat up and arranged ourselves to eat. ‘Sorry, Abe. I had to put this on your tab.’ Abe waved an uninterested hand. She ignored the breakfast she had brought and fiddled with the TV remote. A news channel sprang to life. The news was on a loop. After a few minutes our attention was riveted to the screen. ‘And now just in – a local businesswoman Dee Bradley gets caught in a domestic in that hotbed of intrigue and bad behaviour, Oscillations. Apologies for the picture quality, but they keep the lights low in that joint. You’ll soon know why!’ A grainy video showed the dungeon room. Dee, with her white skin and stockings, can be identified. Abe puts his hand on her butt. There was her smile. She was up for everything. Cath comes from nowhere, just a white blouse silhouette, slaps Dee, screa
Chapter 18. Contains sexual content. Abe and I were lost in first love. But all things slow down and it occurred to me that we hadn’t resolved his bigamy. I slid off and lay beside him. ‘Is your divorce through yet?’ ‘Ah,’ he said. I waited. Surely there was more. There wasn’t and despite all efforts, I slipped into a deep sleep enjoyed only by those with a clear conscience. I forgot to ask again and Abe had a business trip to New York. ‘Be careful. Greg might still have his heavies out, looking for us.’ Abe made reassuring noises, I was reassured, but looking back, he said nothing of importance. My day was busy and it kept me from dwelling on my man being away. Nevertheless, Dianne spotted my absent mindedness. ‘Anything troubling you?’ ‘Abe is away – gone to New York.’ ‘I see,’ she interrupted. ‘Was that wise?’ ‘It’s probably OK, but I’d rather he
Chapter 17Dee had a stroke of luck with her new job. Her boss was away for a fortnight, and needed the phone answering professionally during his absence. Thus, Dee had plenty of time to organise Greg’s defeat at the hands of Freya. I knew little of what was going on, just that a major group visit to Silly Suits would be necessary. She booked us in for a personal fitting the following Friday evening, after hours. There was a further surprise. On that Friday, as I returned from work and was walking towards Abe’s garden gate, I saw in the distance two black women hauling suitcases. I looked a second time and was sure they were Mave and Cath. They grinned and waved and I walked past the gate towards them.‘This must have an ulterior motive, or are you merely on holiday?’ I asked as we exchanged hugs.‘Abe has a job for us. Client pays the flight, so we
Chapter 16Monday came. No Greg. His first late mark. At least he has one human quality.I had meetings all morning. When I returned to the office, Dianne reminded me Greg was still missing.‘Is it time to try his mobile?’ she asked.‘Definitely.’I waited while she dialled. No reply.‘Perhaps he has quit our fair and lovely isle,’ Dianne offered.‘I’m not sure that would be so good. Before Greg goes we need resolved issues. Greg’s power over me, will resurface and come back to haunt me. He may as well be in the office. He will be in touch.’On the way home, I received a text from Greg.‘Sorry! Had to throw a sicky, as you people say. See you tomorrow.’With nothing resolved on that front, and as Abe was out until late on a case, I stopped off at my
Chapter 15Greg and Tannhäuser’s BDSM date took place the next Friday. I wasn’t interested. I wasn’t sure why Greg mentioned it before he left work that afternoon, but I did relay the information to Dianne. She seemed worried.‘Come round for nibbles and a drink tonight,’ she ordered.‘Is that to make sure I don’t weaken and go to Plaistow?’Dianne laughed.‘I am sure you are not so daft as to keep an assignation with Greg and Tanny in a dodgy BDSM club. You hold a senior position in an international engineering consultancy company. There must be some grey cells with ‘common sense,’ between your ears. No, Connie! I know you won’t go near Plaistow tonight. Nevertheless, to make sure you don’t weaken, drop round, around nine. Madeline should be asleep by then.’I hesitated. Wimbledon to Hampstea
Chapter 14 I met Tannhäuser the following Saturday, in the Tate. So John, ‘Did you see Greg?’ I asked. ‘No. I took your advice and put him off.’ ‘Was he difficult about it?’ ‘Not at all. He muttered something about a new job he had to concentrate on, but I should contact him as soon as I am in town.’ ‘What next?’ ‘I want to meet him, with you, and we try to talk some sense into him.’ ‘Ridiculous notion!’ I couldn’t believe the man’s naivety. ‘What is your idea?’ he asked. ‘I don’t need one. He is leaving me alone – at the moment.’ I didn’t tell Tannhäuser that I would be working as Greg’s boss within a few days, that he couldn’t return to the USA at the moment without facing retribution from his father-in-law, that we had enough on him to ruin his already shaky reputation. I didn’t tell him, because despite all the car
Chapter 13Work, home, weekend. I dreaded the coming Monday, when I would face Greg as Cornelia Bentwhistle, née Connie Grimshaw. Abe had plenty to say about our barmy plan. He posed the obvious and necessary question.‘What will you do, next Monday morning, when Greg sees Connie Grimshaw – the author of his woes? Mave says he has been chucked out of his cushy Baltimore life because his wife wants a divorce and the old man won’t pay for his perves. The police spent a week taking forensic evidence from his apartment and made press statements every day. Imagine the moment they announced the blood and tissue came from an Argentinian steer. He will not be a happy rabbit and will want your entrails hanging from a gibbet, and you invite him into your castle.’‘Maybe you are right. Perhaps I am trivialising his evil. I think the only way to put this away &nd
Chapter 12I had thought I would have to look up where Abe, as a name, has its origins. The hotel clerk in Las Vegas saved me the trouble. He led us to sign the certificate, or whatever it was, on an oak table in front of the marriage centre, (which was little more than a set of broom cupboards). To get us to the honeymoon suite (it came as a package, like everything else in Las Vegas), he called the lift operator and announced loudly, ‘Honeymoon Suite for Mr and Mrs Abraham Bentwhistle.’ I died a little on my wedding day.Abe comes from Abraham, father of the nations. Bentwhistle comes from the same place as Grimshaw and should have stayed there. My childhood dream of one day ridding myself of Grimshaw is over. I pray I will wake one morning and discover Bentwhistle is one of his many aliases.‘No one uses Bentwhistle as an alias,’ he assured me. ‘Aliases m
Chapter 11The plane lifted off. Mave’s farewell words were still in my ears. Apart from, ‘goodbye’, it was a list of things I had to watch out for.‘Was that bullshit?’ she started. ‘That story about a computer program that demands your input, or it fires Greg into the public domain?’‘No,’ Abe assured us.‘It’ll make no difference. He’ll come after you.’‘I know. Be careful. You are closer than we.’Mave fell silent. The conversation had ended. No one elucidated. As the ground disappeared I thought, ‘Time to enquire’.‘What could Greg still do to harm us? We have so much material – material so damning it would ruin his business career.’Abe took my hand.‘There is more than one way to skin a rabbit. We may find that by t
Chapter 10It stopped snowing. The owner used his small snowplough to get us to the main road. From there on, the roads were clear. We arrived at Mave’s around nine. Cath was already there in her black catsuit – no tail. She looked stunning and I assumed would monitor events inside Oscillations, mouth shut, nearly invisible. At ten we set out for the club. Mave gave me the plan in the taxi.‘Meet me under the picture of the naked lady standing in an oyster shell. I may have to use the back entrance. I’ll find you, find Greg and introduce you. Keep your eyes down to hide your face. It’s handy it is part of the demure crap these guys want from a slave.’‘A what?’Why hadn’t I considered the milieu I was entering? This was no ordinary girl-meets-boy date. I remembered the alcoves with the selection of whips, canes and pad