especially my tongue.’
Jesus, it’s him. I accept his friend request and set up a private group between us. ‘For goodness sake post your messages here where no-one can see them.’
‘A secret group? So I can say what I want and no-one but us knows? I like it.’
A few minutes passes.
‘Are you anticipating my messages?’
I squirm on the settee, guilty.
‘I loved the feel of my tongue in your hot mouth. Entering your warm parts and feeling you writhe against me. You had goose bumps on your arms.’
There’s another pause then,
‘Did you feel me get hard as I pushed you against the metal? You revved my engine.’
He logs off.
Monique calls me later, unusual after we’ve seen each other so recently. ‘Are you feeling alright now?’ I ask.
‘Yeah fine, not sure what that was all about,’ she says. ‘Anyway what are you doing Friday night and Saturday day?’
I stretch my unoccupied arm. ‘Nothing much, I’ve kept them clear cos the school fair’s on Sunday and I know I’ll be busy.’
‘I’ve found a cheap London break, only sixty pounds each, including travel. Wondered if you fancied an overnight?’
I smile. ‘Oh my, yes, that would be fabulous. Let me check with Niall.’
I go downstairs and ask Niall, who has no problems with it. ‘Abandoning me again to spend my money, eh?’
My jaw sets. ‘I’ll not go if you don’t want.’
‘Don’t be daft, I’m joking. Get yourself off.’
I rush back upstairs. ‘I can go. What time are we leaving?’
‘Train station at eleven. I’ve taken annual leave for Friday, so we can have all of Friday afternoon and come back on the two-thirty train Saturday. You’ll be back in time for tea.’
‘I can’t wait,’ I say, suddenly excited by a couple of days away from Sexy Seb and the maybe Bonkers Bettina.
‘I know, we haven’t been away for ages,’ she says. ‘Get ready for ...’
‘Chaos,’ we shout in Unison.
All of our previous minibreaks have endured some drama or another. Monique blames me every time. She says that for all my organisational skills, when it comes to mini-breaks, I lose the plot. She says I attract chaos like Uri Geller bends spoons, it’s a phenomenon. The last time we went away, I realised at the station that the tickets had been booked on a card that had expired. After a trip to Customer Services, who said I had to ring the ticket issuer, we got the tickets with three minutes to spare. Then there was the time we went to a country retreat and I attempted to turn the car around, not realising it was on a one way system. It was winter, and I got the car stuck partway in a drainage ditch, causing the traffic to come to a halt until the site tractor could pull us out. We term these moments my ‘chaos’. I am determined this time there will be no such thing. Monique has booked the trip this time after all, so I’m cleared for that.
Thursday morning though, I begin to throw up. Damn Monique, she obviously had a bug yesterday and passed it on. I throw up three times before collapsing back into bed. Niall drops Joe off at school and says he’ll try and finish early so he can pick him up. After lunch I ring Monique. ‘I’m sick. I don’t think I can go.’
‘There’s no way I’m going without you. Get plenty of water down yourself, I need this night away.’
‘But I feel terrible.’
‘So did I yesterday, but I still came out for lunch with you. When were you last sick?’
‘A couple of hours ago.’
‘Right so it’s probably out of your system now. Get some sleep, there’s nearly twenty-four hours until the train. We’re going, and that’s that.’
‘Jeez you’re so bossy and mean.’
‘Sleep.’
The next morning I feel wiped out but drag my stuff together and drop Joe at school. I buy a can of red bull from the corner shop, and then book a taxi to the train station as I’m not in the mood to catch a bus. I make myself a slice of toast and jam, the first food I’ve had since
Jesus, it’s him. I accept his friend request and set up a private group between us. ‘For goodness sake post your messages here where no-one can see them.’
‘A secret group? So I can say what I want and no-one but us knows? I like it.’
A few minutes passes.
‘Are you anticipating my messages?’
I squirm on the settee, guilty.
‘I loved the feel of my tongue in your hot mouth. Entering your warm parts and feeling you writhe against me. You had goose bumps on your arms.’
There’s another pause then,
‘Did you feel me get hard as I pushed you against the metal? You revved my engine.’
He logs off.
Monique calls me later, unusual after we’ve seen each other so recently. ‘Are you feeling alright now?’ I ask.
‘Yeah fine, not sure what that was all about,’ she says. ‘Anyway what are you doing Friday night and Saturday day?’
I stretch my unoccupied arm. ‘Nothing much, I’ve kept them clear cos the school fair’s on Sunday and I know I’ll be busy.’
‘I’ve found a cheap London break, only sixty pounds each, including travel. Wondered if you fancied an overnight?’
I smile. ‘Oh my, yes, that would be fabulous. Let me check with Niall.’
I go downstairs and ask Niall, who has no problems with it. ‘Abandoning me again to spend my money, eh?’
My jaw sets. ‘I’ll not go if you don’t want.’
‘Don’t be daft, I’m joking. Get yourself off.’
I rush back upstairs. ‘I can go. What time are we leaving?’
‘Train station at eleven. I’ve taken annual leave for Friday, so we can have all of Friday afternoon and come back on the two-thirty train Saturday. You’ll be back in time for tea.’
‘I can’t wait,’ I say, suddenly excited by a couple of days away from Sexy Seb and the maybe Bonkers Bettina.
‘I know, we haven’t been away for ages,’ she says. ‘Get ready for ...’
‘Chaos,’ we shout in Unison.
All of our previous minibreaks have endured some drama or another. Monique blames me every time. She says that for all my organisational skills, when it comes to mini-breaks, I lose the plot. She says I attract chaos like Uri Geller bends spoons, it’s a phenomenon. The last time we went away, I realised at the station that the tickets had been booked on a card that had expired. After a trip to Customer Services, who said I had to ring the ticket issuer, we got the tickets with three minutes to spare. Then there was the time we went to a country retreat and I attempted to turn the car around, not realising it was on a one way system. It was winter, and I got the car stuck partway in a drainage ditch, causing the traffic to come to a halt until the site tractor could pull us out. We term these moments my ‘chaos’. I am determined this time there will be no such thing. Monique has booked the trip this time after all, so I’m cleared for that.
Thursday morning though, I begin to throw up. Damn Monique, she obviously had a bug yesterday and passed it on. I throw up three times before collapsing back into bed. Niall drops Joe off at school and says he’ll try and finish early so he can pick him up. After lunch I ring Monique. ‘I’m sick. I don’t think I can go.’
‘There’s no way I’m going without you. Get plenty of water down yourself, I need this night away.’
‘But I feel terrible.’
‘So did I yesterday, but I still came out for lunch with you. When were you last sick?’
‘A couple of hours ago.’
‘Right so it’s probably out of your system now. Get some sleep, there’s nearly twenty-four hours until the train. We’re going, and that’s that.’
‘Jeez you’re so bossy and mean.’
‘Sleep.’
The next morning I feel wiped out but drag my stuff together and drop Joe at school. I buy a can of red bull from the corner shop, and then book a taxi to the train station as I’m not in the mood to catch a bus. I make myself a slice of toast and jam, the first food I’ve had since
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