PERFECT LOVE CAN BE ILLUSIVE

 

Perfect love can be illusive

For perfect love is unique

Perfect sex is not exclusive

For perfect sex is just technique

OPEN YOUR EYES ANGEL

 

Open your eyes Angel

Wipe away the sleep

Be very careful

Don’t sell yourself cheap

Watch out angel

Whatever you do

He’ll break your heart

And make you blue

He’ll get what he wants

Then he’ll wave goodbye

Leaving you sullied

Leaving you to cry

He will have a place to go

For his next bit of frilly lace

Another silly girl

Just as easy to disgrace

Another notch on the bedpost

Another easy conquest

Leaving you alone

Broken hearted and bereft

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (67) A Solicitor’s Deposition

 

Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles were a firm of Shallowfield Solicitors with a very good reputation and a varied clientele and they handled a wide variety of legal work and kept a healthy number of Solicitors and large number of staff gainfully employed.

One of whom was 48 year old Divorcee Kayleigh Mascia who had been a Solicitor with the firm all of her professional life.

And during that long career she had given everything to the firm which had ultimately cost her her marriage and she never once questioned her commitment, but shortly after her 48^th birthday she met Steve May.

 

Steve was the brother of one of her clients and she met him when he accompanied his sister to the office and they hit it off and on one visit an invitation was extended for him to join her for a coffee and he accepted, which she was delighted with, much more so than she would have expected.

He was an attractive man, tall and slim in his early fifties who always wore a tailored Italian suit, but it wasn’t his physique or taste in clothes that turned her head, it was his soulful eyes and when Steve cast those soulful eyes in her direction he was instantly struck by cupid’s arrow and when she spoke in her soft Downshire accent he was spellbound.

 

Kayleigh was petite and dainty with a pretty fine featured face framed by an abundance of red curly hair.

They were both divorcees and wary of going down the marriage path again and they rather liked the casual nature of their relationship which was similarly very discrete.

His visits to the office followed by coffee at Addison’s Cafe became a regular thing, and this later led to dinner a couple of nights a week at least.

 

But when his sister’s divorce was finalized he had no other reason to go to the offices other than to see her and if they continued they would doubtless have raised a few eyebrows, and they weren’t ready for that.

So they sought out other venues, where they could go to avoid prying eyes, they couldn’t go to her place because she had very nosy neighbours and they couldn’t go to his because he was house sharing with his sister since her divorce.

They could have gone farther afield and stayed at a Hotel, that was certainly an option, but twice a week, every week was not financially sustainable, and their relationship had, at that time not reached the level of intimacy where they could share a room, and they thought it would have made it all a bit seedy anyway and they didn’t want that, they just wanted to enjoy each other’s company.

Which was why they had to start thinking outside the box.

 

Some of Kayleigh’s clients didn’t like meeting at Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles or their own homes or premises for that matter so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings in Hotel conference rooms or suites.

One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was the Clayton Manor who had a reputation for discretion.

But conference rooms and suites were not hired by the hour, not at the Clayton anyway and such meeting never lasted all day so they had a venue where they could meet, and as the room hire was charged to the client’s account there was no cost involved to them.

 

Some of Kayleigh’s clients didn’t like meeting at Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles or their own homes or premises for that matter so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings in Hotel conference rooms or suites.

One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was the Clayton Manor who had a reputation for discretion.

But conference rooms and suites were not hired by the hour, not at the Clayton anyway and such meeting never lasted all day so they had a venue where they could meet, and as the room hire was charged to the client’s account there was no cost involved to them.

 

In addition Gary Playford, the Hotel manager, was very accommodating, and once her client had departed, he would have the room set up for intimate dining, and would ensure once her dinner guest had arrived that they were not disturbed.  

 

Steve arrived at the Clayton Manor Hotel shortly before lunch and, not for the first time, made himself known to the receptionist who had been told to expect him.

“Steve May” he said “I’m here to give a deposition”

But although they had met at the Clayton several times before this occasion was not going to be like his previous visits.

 

He was suited and booted in his hand made suit and Italia kid leather shoes and was directed to the second floor.

“The second floor?” he queried “I didn’t know you had meeting rooms on the second floor”

“You will be met at the elevator” the receptionist responded

 

He entered the lift and pressed 2 and when the doors opened he was greeted formally by Kayleigh in her Solicitorial way

“Hello Mr May” she said and shook his hand “Would you like to follow me, we’re in room 207”

So he followed her down the corridor until they arrived at their destination, Suite 207, very plush, and hanging on the door handle was a sign which read “Legal Deposition being taken DO NOT ENTER”

 

Just inside the door there was table bearing a briefcase and a pile of legal papers, just as you would be expected to find if it really was an official Deposition.

But Kayleigh led him beyond the vestibule and into the sitting room of the suite which had a dining table and two chairs in the centre of the room which was laid ready for an intimate dinner for two and the room was sympathetically lit for the occasion.

“Do you like it?” she asked as she walked toward him, she wanted everything to be just right because she had decided that that was the day that they took their relationship to the next level.

“Very nice” he said and stepped forward to meet her and then they kissed.

The kiss was of such intensity that Kayleigh was left in no doubt that Steve acquiesced with her plans.

So they shared a wonderful meal in their suite, all washed down with French Champagne, after which she had him for desert.

I HAVE A PICTURE OF YOU

 

I have a picture of you,

In my wallet,

It’s a little the worse for wear

But I treasure it

I’m sure you’ll remember it

It was on the sea front

That last day I spent with you

I thought it was a happy day

You seemed happy too

I often study that little snap

Looking for any tell tale signs

But if they exist, they evade me

It doesn’t show in your eyes

There’s no hint in your smile

But still you left me

THE FIRST REAL KISS

 

She leaned her face towards me

Slowly, yet purposefully

And touched my lips gently with hers

For just the merest moment

A single spinetingling moment

Then she stopped

And pulled her head away

Looking deep into my eyes
With a commanding gaze

Which demanded loudly

That I should reciprocate

I wrapped my arms around her waist

Pulling her close to me.

When our lips met this time

They parted on contact

And our tongues flicked

Vigorously exploring each other’s mouths

It was my first real kiss

And what a kiss it was

A toe curling

Nerve tingling

Sweet moment of bliss

MY HEART CARRIES TOO MANY SORROWS

 

My heart carries too many sorrows

Now my yesterdays out weigh my tomorrows

My spirits sit low in the grey December light

My bones grow weary in the night

I long for the spring sun upon my face

Yet I know that can never again be the case

I wait now in the quiet of another night

In hopeful expectation of the benevolent light

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (66) Love on the Lake

 

Martin Price was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake as he did every summer as the view of the lake from the Hotel was spectacular.

The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.

It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was one of the reasons he chose it.

A lot of fishermen, walkers and avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.

Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted around the forest as well, some in use and some not. 

It was both idyllic and peaceful, and there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there were no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.

But he wasn’t there just for the scenery and he had spent the first week of his holiday reacquainting himself with some of his old friends while making some new ones along the way, that was after all what he loved, he was first and foremost a social animal, but the one thing that Martin definitely hadn’t gone to Teardrop Lake for was to fall in love, but he did so nonetheless, not once but twice.

But it wasn’t just socializing that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he did enjoy the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.

 

On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Paula Rees, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Kerry Long.

She looked rather lost and lonely without her outgoing and bubbly sidekick Kerry.

Paula was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.

The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature that was ambling towards him.

“Hello Paula” he said

“Oh hello”

“You a bit fed up? Are you missing Kerry?” he asked

“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”

She looked rather sad, which was possibly what tweaked at his heart strings, but unbeknown to him this chance meeting was anything but, because despite her being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent.

Being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but she knew how to use what she had with subtlety.  

However Martin’s only thought was to cheer her up and put a smile on her soft lips, while she was lost and alone, he should have known better as he had fallen into that trap already with her friend, but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at the time.

 

Her friend Kerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Paula.

Kerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way whereas Paula was more haphazard.

 

It was down by the jetty where he met Kerry, supposedly by chance, and Martin was preparing to go sailing.

“Hello Mr Price” she said

“Hi Kerry, Please call me Martin” he responded “Only the tax man calls me Mr Price”

“Ok” she said with a giggle “Are you going out on the water?”

“Yes, do you want to come?”

“Yes please” she replied

 

They were out on the lake for about an hour, sat at the stern of the dinghy, either side of the tiller, when suddenly in the middle of the lake the wind fell away and they were becalmed.

“Well what are we going to do now?” he asked

“I’m sure we’ll think of something” she replied and pushed the tiller aside and kissed him. 

For the next ten minutes the becalmed dinghy skipped and splashed on the calm water as Kerry took his heart from him, which was precisely what she had wanted to do.

 

“That was lovely” she said as she stepped out onto the jetty but despite Martin expressing a desire to see her again she declined she was a capturer of hearts, and now that she had his she had no further use for him.