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Over the following week, I was somewhat troubled by what Penny had said which, on the face of it, was precisely nothing. She was never coy, never afraid to speak her mind and yet here she was, seemingly hinting that something wasn’t all it appeared but was afraid to speak of it.Since I had hit the nadir of my life I had been working so hard to be the loving wife that Philip wanted without being someone that he didn’t know. I would never be controlled by him but at the same time, I would not control him either. The trouble was that Sam was always there, in the back of mind and the harder I tried to shut her out, the more persistent her memory became. Philip was right, a complete break was just what we needed and Venice was just the place to clear away all the driftwood that was cluttering my mind.Friday night and I got home from work a little later than usual. The traffic had been a nightmare and the journey that normally took an hour stretched to two and a half. When I walked through the door, Philip was waiting in the kitchen and he was not happy. “Ah, you’re home at last,” he said with a heavy hint of sarcasm. “Yes, the traffic was awful!” I answered. “An accident on the motorway.” His eyes narrowed. “But you don’t use the motorway.” “No, I don’t,” I agreed, a little confused at his demeanour. “The motorway was closed and I suppose that the other roads couldn’t cope with the extra traffic.” “Maybe so but there has been nothing on the radio about it.” “Do you listen to the traffic reports?” I queried as I was beginning to get angry. It was as though he didn’t believe me. “No but I have had the news on and there was nothing on it.” I really didn’t like his tone. “Besides,” he continued, “The dinner is ruined!” “To hell with the dinner!” I stormed. “What are you accusing me of? The traffic reports have been churning out warnings constantly since about five-thirty!” Suddenly he took an envelope his pocket and held it out to me. “This came for you.” I took it from him and studied it. It was a plain white envelope with the address hand written in blue ball pen in an unmistakably female hand and had a single, second class stamp. My heart sank and began to pound uncontrollably. etimesgut escort I must have blushed as I could feel my cheeks burning. Philip stared at me with undisguised impatience. “It’s from her isn’t it?” he said sharply. “It came this afternoon, long after the other post!” So that was it, I thought, that was why he was so angry about me being late! With a trembling hand, I took the letter opener from the shelf and inserted the tip under the flap, quickly slicing through the folded paper, all the time I could feel his eyes burning into me. The tension was palpable and as the blade cut through the final inch it caught then freed. The opener flew from my hand and clattered onto the floor. I left it where it lay. The paper inside was plain white and folded to fit. My trembling hands struggled to withdraw it. Immediately I breathed a sigh of relief, in the top right hand corner, in big blue letters, ‘NHS’! I unfolded it and read its contents and, almost unnoticed in the background I heard the newsreader announce, “Breaking news. Rush hour traffic chaos as motorway is closed after accident involving six cars and two lorries…” Philip suddenly turned towards the screen and stared at it as pictures of the carnage were broadcast along with helicopter shots of the miles long tailbacks and jams on the surrounding roads. “… the situation was exacerbated by a serious of minor collisions as drivers impatient to get home…” the newsreader continued. I lowered the letter and stared at him as he turned back to face me looking very sheepish. He looked down at the crumpled paper in my hand, the blue lettering clearly visible. “Is this how it will be then?” I asked quietly. “Will you never trust me again?” “Anna… I…” he struggled to find the words. I just stood and looked at him, my own anger fading. How could I be angry with him? There was no-one to blame but myself. “I’m sorry,” he whispered at last, “I thought… well, you know, the letter and you being so late…” “No, it is me who should apologise. Maybe you will never trust me.” “I do try,” he replied, taking my hand, “I really do but sometimes…” I put my finger to his lips. “Sshhh…” eryaman escort I whispered, not daring to admit, even to myself that I thought the letter was from Sam too. “Shall we see what we can do with dinner?” The truth was, I had suddenly lost my appetite but I really had to be strong and pretend at least that things were all right but deep inside I could not be certain. “So what was the letter?” Philip asked hesitantly as he pulled the rather dry looking shepherds pie from the oven. “A Physio appointment for my ankle,” I told him, “I think this will be all right with a little gravy,” I continued, flicking the kettle switch to on. “Oh no! Don’t tell me, next week?” he groaned. I laughed. “No, don’t worry. It’s not for three weeks yet.”The dinner did turn out all right. It hadn’t dried out too much and the gravy was enough to make it a delicious meal. As we ate, Philip didn’t mention the argument again and I shovelled the last morsel into my mouth. “You know,” I began, dabbing my mouth with a napkin and leaning back in my chair, “that was really tasty.” Philip smiled but said nothing. I could see he was still churning things over in his mind. “I do understand, Philip,” I said, trying to ease his mind, “I can’t expect everything to be perfect, not yet anyway.” “Suppose I never trust you?” he asked sadly. “Can we really live that way?” “Never say never,” I replied, using the old cliché. “All we can do is try.”The rest of the evening, such as it was after the washing up was done, we spent finishing the packing. I pulled out my lingerie drawer and selected a few items, packing them neatly into my case, we had one each, and then I noticed a flash of blue at the bottom of the drawer. It was the set I had bought in Birmingham and as I took out the matching bra and Brazilian panties my mind was suddenly filled with a myriad of images. I thought of the assistant who had given me such an intense orgasm in the fitting room and of the day at Penny’s when I had the most wonderful time with Sam. Would it be a good idea to take them with me along with the blue stockings? My mind wrestled with the idea but then I returned them to the drawer and hid them sincan escort once more at the bottom. Once I would have loved to wear such underwear for Philip but now? This set? No. The memories and desires it rekindled were too strong and I resolved that when we returned I would destroy them and erase the memories but… I doubted that I could.That night I slept fitfully, continuously disturbed by dreams. Once more I was back in the changing room in Birmingham, dressed only in the blue ensemble. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a sad, frightened face staring back at me. Suddenly, the curtain was drawn back and the shop assistant appeared. “Suits you,” she said. “Very nice indeed.” “Erm, thank you,” I replied with more than a little uncertainty and aware that I was now visible to the whole shop! She turned to face the customers. “Isn’t she stunning?” she asked them. One stepped forward from the group of about ten women who were now standing in front of the open cubicle. “Beautiful,” she said, moving towards me and eyeing me up and down. “Sam?” I said, recognising her. “What are you doing?” “Admiring you,” she said and then turned back to the group. “She is stunning isn’t she?” Another customer stepped forwards. “One in a million,” she said as she began to stroke my face with the back of her fingertips. “Penny? Wh… what…?” I stammered but a familiar tingle was starting to rise from my lower body. I felt hands begin to caress my body, unknown hands belonging to familiar but unknown faces. “So soft,” one said as she gently squeezed my breast, the waitress from my usual coffee shop. Fingers explored between my legs, pressing the silky fabric against my sex, I stared wildly about, looking for something but not knowing what. The faces had all become strangers and their hands were wandering all over my body now, inside my pants, fingers exploring my most intimate places. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the sensations they were producing, the soft fabric slipping slowly down my legs, breasts suddenly freed from their restraints, mouths kissing every inch of my flesh and tongues sliding between my buttocks and labia.“What the hell is this?” I jumped, startled and afraid, suddenly alone. “Philip! I… I…” I looked about, naked and cold, shivering in fear and trying to cover myself with my arms and hands. The shop had gone and there was just a dazzling bright white. My husband was as naked as I was, his solid member standing stiffly out from his loins.

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