At 11pm Angelina called to see if I was OK and then told me she’d be staying over at Chris’ flat. I hadn’t expected that and she must still have been at the party because we could hardly hear each other, so I just said “OK” and the phone went dead. It seems just when I feel I’m beginning to accept things something comes up that throws me totally off course. It took 20 minutes before I decided to phone her back and ask her to come home if she could. Twice I started dialing the number and twice I hang up. However on the third attempt I decided I had to call her, but her battery must have run out because her mobile went straight to voice mail.
I went to bed but just kept tossing and turning. The bed seemed so cold and empty without her.
I had just finished breakfast on Saturday morning and was just cleaning the kitchen when Miss got home…with another love-bite on her neck.
“That’ll get them gossiping at work,” she told me. “It was pretty much all they talked about last week.”
“What did you say?” I asked in a panic.
“Well I couldn’t tell them about Chris, could I? So they now all think you’re a stallion! How funny’s that?”
I blushed and then asked her what had happened last night.
“Oh, you can guess. Chris has asked me not to talk to you about me and him.”
I felt deflated. Just as I thought we were getting closer again I seemed to be being pushed out…again.
Miss could see my disappointment so she suggested we had another “girlie night in” and announced we were going into town shopping.
Usually traipsing around load of shops would have been boring, but because we were also shopping for clothes for me it added excitment to an otherwise tedious Saturday afternoon.
We both got some new lingerie and we also bought a floaty black top and black mini-skirt for me. I was a bit horrified when she suggested I tried them on in the shop, but then giggled at the look on my face and told me she was only joking.
We looked around a few shoe shops and then came across some black high heels. I don’t know how high they actually were but there was no way I’d be able to walk in them.
“Nonsense, if girls can do it so can you. It just takes a bit of practice.
We looked everywhere for a wig but couldn’t find one so Miss said she’d look on the internet at work for one.
We had a great evening messing about, Miss teaching me how to apply my make-up but she didn’t mention Chris at all, which surprised me. I can’t explain it; I don’t want to even think about him, but at the same time it’s always in the back of my mind.
On Sunday morning Miss insisted I put my new clothes and make-up on. I had a bit of a headache from the wine we had drunk the night before, but she told me women didn’t have a choice so neither should I. I reluctantly agreed but didn’t feel in the least “sexy”
Originally posted 2013-12-18 20:31:50.