A Toy-Boy! There was no denying that’s what Nick was. But I didn’t care about the age difference… At first…
When the phone rang I was just pouring my second glass of wine. The few days I’d taken off from the rat race had relaxed me and given me time to think. As the phone jangled incessantly I sighed. All good things must come to an end. As they had with Jeff.
Just remembering his name threatened to bring on another bout of depression so I answered the phone quickly.
“Hi, Caroline.” My secretary’s voice sounded bright and far too cheerful. “Sorry to bother you at home, but it’s an emergency.”
“It usually is,” I commented drily.
“It’s the Beauty Scene account,” Jenny went on. “There’s a dispute over the proofs and we need you to give them the okay. Would you mind if I sent them over for you to see? We need a decision fast.”
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Thursday 13 October 2011
Groupie
I fell in love with a handsome face on a poster, and I was determined to make him fall in love with me…
“Marry you!” Stu sat up in bed and stared at me, his eyes wide and disbelieving. “Oh, Rita, love, you’ve got to be kidding!”
His cruel laugh seemed to echo around the impersonal motel bedroom.
“Marry you!” Stu almost whispered it to himself as he leaned back against the pillows, his hands behind his head.
I couldn’t look at him. I wouldn’t have been able to see him for the tears in my eyes anyway. Suddenly I felt angry. After all I’d been through. After all I’d done – to be laughed at and treated with such contempt…
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“Marry you!” Stu sat up in bed and stared at me, his eyes wide and disbelieving. “Oh, Rita, love, you’ve got to be kidding!”
His cruel laugh seemed to echo around the impersonal motel bedroom.
“Marry you!” Stu almost whispered it to himself as he leaned back against the pillows, his hands behind his head.
I couldn’t look at him. I wouldn’t have been able to see him for the tears in my eyes anyway. Suddenly I felt angry. After all I’d been through. After all I’d done – to be laughed at and treated with such contempt…
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Sunday 3 April 2011
No Ties To Bind Us
David said we didn’t need a piece of paper to prove our love, and he’d only get married if we had children. Then I told him I was pregnant and his reaction shocked me...
Tears misted my eyes as I looked at David.
“But you always said we’d get married,” I sobbed. “You always promised, David, if I became pregnant we’d get married.”
As I finished speaking the hot tears refused to be held back any longer and I buried my face in my hands, giving way to the desperation I felt inside.
David made no move to comfort me - he just went on standing there, his hands clenched into fists at his side. Dear God, what was I going to do. The evening I’d planned so carefully was turning into a nightmare and I felt so utterly alone...
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Tears misted my eyes as I looked at David.
“But you always said we’d get married,” I sobbed. “You always promised, David, if I became pregnant we’d get married.”
As I finished speaking the hot tears refused to be held back any longer and I buried my face in my hands, giving way to the desperation I felt inside.
David made no move to comfort me - he just went on standing there, his hands clenched into fists at his side. Dear God, what was I going to do. The evening I’d planned so carefully was turning into a nightmare and I felt so utterly alone...
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Monday 28 March 2011
Prisoner Of Guilt
Living with Brian was to live in fear. And I was forced to make a decision which would effect the rest of my life...
Chris’ face was drawn and pale when he came home that morning. He brushed aside my offer of breakfast and took my hands in his.
“I’ve got something to tell you, Vicki,” he said, his voice low and serious. “And it can’t wait.”
My heart began to pound with fear. When Chris had phoned the night before to tell me there’d been a train derailment at the viaduct and he had to stay on duty I didn’t think too much about it. After living with a policeman for seven months I was used to that, but this time was different...
“Vicki, I’ve got some bad news,” Chris went on. “It’s Brian... I’m afraid he’s dead.”
My whole body went numb and I couldn’t take his words in.
“What...what happened?” I whispered shakily.
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Chris’ face was drawn and pale when he came home that morning. He brushed aside my offer of breakfast and took my hands in his.
“I’ve got something to tell you, Vicki,” he said, his voice low and serious. “And it can’t wait.”
My heart began to pound with fear. When Chris had phoned the night before to tell me there’d been a train derailment at the viaduct and he had to stay on duty I didn’t think too much about it. After living with a policeman for seven months I was used to that, but this time was different...
“Vicki, I’ve got some bad news,” Chris went on. “It’s Brian... I’m afraid he’s dead.”
My whole body went numb and I couldn’t take his words in.
“What...what happened?” I whispered shakily.
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Monday 14 February 2011
On Hallowe'en
Who in their right mind would actually volunteer to spend Hallowe'en in a haunted house miles from anywhere...
“You can count me out!” I said quickly, before the discussion got any further and I was drawn into a situation I wanted nothing to do with.
“Oh, Helen, don’t be a spoil sport - it’s only a bit of fun.”
My husband, Tim, squeezed my hand. “And I’ll be there to protect you...”
I looked across the table at Tracy and Brian.
“Come on, Helen,” Brian said enthusiastically. “We can’t let a challenge like this pass.”
“And it’s just for one night,” Tracy put in.
“Yes, and what a night!” I retorted. “Hallowe’en - you must be crazy. Who, in their right minds, would actually volunteer to spend Hallowe’en in a haunted house miles from anywhere?”
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“You can count me out!” I said quickly, before the discussion got any further and I was drawn into a situation I wanted nothing to do with.
“Oh, Helen, don’t be a spoil sport - it’s only a bit of fun.”
My husband, Tim, squeezed my hand. “And I’ll be there to protect you...”
I looked across the table at Tracy and Brian.
“Come on, Helen,” Brian said enthusiastically. “We can’t let a challenge like this pass.”
“And it’s just for one night,” Tracy put in.
“Yes, and what a night!” I retorted. “Hallowe’en - you must be crazy. Who, in their right minds, would actually volunteer to spend Hallowe’en in a haunted house miles from anywhere?”
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