able to walk without meeting a single soul.
If she had been a singing sort of person, she would have burst into song, she thought to herself as she went downstairs into the kitchen to let the dogs out. She hadn’t felt this good for a very long time and wondered why.
Trevor came to mind. Could it really be Trevor? Her groin still tingled with the image of him inside her. Amazingly he really was the best sex she had ever had. Maybe her tastes were changing? Maybe it was her age, she excused herself as she made her first cup of coffee for the day. Just a phase. She would get over him. And in a couple of days she would have forgotten all about him. Anyway, there was Sarah and Robert to think about now; but she couldn’t quite muster the excitement; not like before, it was just not there. The dogs barked, breaking into her train of thought.
In between feeding the dogs and finishing her coffee Stephanie tried to arouse some excitement in herself. She thought about the prospect of Sarah and Robert and what it might lead to. She had been disappointed with Robert’s initial reaction of neutrality and had spent a while convincing him to ask Sarah out again.
‘Come on you two,’ she called to the dogs. ‘Let’s go.’ She opened the door and followed the wagging tails to the car. They waited staring at her until she opened the back of the car to let them in, then they lept up without a word necessary from her.
As she drove she listened to the radio, some awful songs on Radio One, but she didn’t feel like listening to the depressing sound of news on Radio Four this morning. That could wait till later, when she settled down to read the paper, but she would have to do the cleaning first. She sighed. Why could she not let herself get a cleaner? But just the thought of someone else in her house caused her heart to beat too fast and her hands sweat. She thought she would have overcome it now after all this time, but no. Not even her therapist could help her, and she stopped going a few years ago when she realized she wasn’t going to be able to deal with it that way. The dogs recognized the car park as soon as she pulled in, more whining, but she didn’t mind this morning. Nothing could upset her today.
The dogs ran off to sniff all the bushes and find any remains of puddles. Thankfully it had been dry for the last three days so they wouldn’t get too dirty. Not even their filthy paws were going to upset her today. Walking along the path she did what she always did, planned her day in detail. When she got home, she decided, she would lock the dogs in the conservatory, and make a start in her kitchen.
It was a little inexcusable having such a large house when she used such a small part of it, but it was an investment, she justified to herself. Stephanie increased her pace, and her walk became more pronounced as she thought of all the redesigning she had done in the house since she bought it three years ago. It had been a mess and she had designed the three rooms she used specifically for herself. The bedroom she used was the only one without an en-suite. She preferred the ‘family bathroom’. She had gone out on a limb on this room; an antique suite and Italian marble tiles. Although once it was finished, she wasn’t sure if she liked it, but knew it had a good resale quality about it.
The massive kitchen was set up as a kitchen-diner, lounge which gave her all she needed for herself. The rest of the house, two further reception rooms and three other bedrooms were left uninhabited and unfurnished causing something of an echo now and again. She considered getting some furniture, but it seemed senseless, she would never let anyone stay, or come in for that matter. It was her space and she wanted no one there to sully it. She defended her decisions with the fact the house gave her the privacy she needed, being set off the road and in its own grounds. The dogs were safe and she felt safe with them. That was all that
If she had been a singing sort of person, she would have burst into song, she thought to herself as she went downstairs into the kitchen to let the dogs out. She hadn’t felt this good for a very long time and wondered why.
Trevor came to mind. Could it really be Trevor? Her groin still tingled with the image of him inside her. Amazingly he really was the best sex she had ever had. Maybe her tastes were changing? Maybe it was her age, she excused herself as she made her first cup of coffee for the day. Just a phase. She would get over him. And in a couple of days she would have forgotten all about him. Anyway, there was Sarah and Robert to think about now; but she couldn’t quite muster the excitement; not like before, it was just not there. The dogs barked, breaking into her train of thought.
In between feeding the dogs and finishing her coffee Stephanie tried to arouse some excitement in herself. She thought about the prospect of Sarah and Robert and what it might lead to. She had been disappointed with Robert’s initial reaction of neutrality and had spent a while convincing him to ask Sarah out again.
‘Come on you two,’ she called to the dogs. ‘Let’s go.’ She opened the door and followed the wagging tails to the car. They waited staring at her until she opened the back of the car to let them in, then they lept up without a word necessary from her.
As she drove she listened to the radio, some awful songs on Radio One, but she didn’t feel like listening to the depressing sound of news on Radio Four this morning. That could wait till later, when she settled down to read the paper, but she would have to do the cleaning first. She sighed. Why could she not let herself get a cleaner? But just the thought of someone else in her house caused her heart to beat too fast and her hands sweat. She thought she would have overcome it now after all this time, but no. Not even her therapist could help her, and she stopped going a few years ago when she realized she wasn’t going to be able to deal with it that way. The dogs recognized the car park as soon as she pulled in, more whining, but she didn’t mind this morning. Nothing could upset her today.
The dogs ran off to sniff all the bushes and find any remains of puddles. Thankfully it had been dry for the last three days so they wouldn’t get too dirty. Not even their filthy paws were going to upset her today. Walking along the path she did what she always did, planned her day in detail. When she got home, she decided, she would lock the dogs in the conservatory, and make a start in her kitchen.
It was a little inexcusable having such a large house when she used such a small part of it, but it was an investment, she justified to herself. Stephanie increased her pace, and her walk became more pronounced as she thought of all the redesigning she had done in the house since she bought it three years ago. It had been a mess and she had designed the three rooms she used specifically for herself. The bedroom she used was the only one without an en-suite. She preferred the ‘family bathroom’. She had gone out on a limb on this room; an antique suite and Italian marble tiles. Although once it was finished, she wasn’t sure if she liked it, but knew it had a good resale quality about it.
The massive kitchen was set up as a kitchen-diner, lounge which gave her all she needed for herself. The rest of the house, two further reception rooms and three other bedrooms were left uninhabited and unfurnished causing something of an echo now and again. She considered getting some furniture, but it seemed senseless, she would never let anyone stay, or come in for that matter. It was her space and she wanted no one there to sully it. She defended her decisions with the fact the house gave her the privacy she needed, being set off the road and in its own grounds. The dogs were safe and she felt safe with them. That was all that
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