A perfect circle
Of
love has enveloped me
An
eternal circle
A perfect circle
Of
love has enveloped me
An
eternal circle
Birds are singing high up in the sycamore
Squirrels busy themselves in the chestnut.
Trees sway in the breeze
Limbs outstretched towards the sun
As in the dappled sunlight,
We walk hand in hand below
Slowly wandering the wood
Through shadows and the sunshine
The humming wings of insects
Our only company
In the shade the spiders silk spun web
Awaits its unsuspecting pray
While I am caught in a different web
On a perfect afternoon
That I wish will last forever
My girl hss dumped me
For
some hirsute Brute
I
was gob smacked
I
said strewth Ruth
You
can’t leave me for him
Not
this prick Mick
Well
he wanted to fight for her
But
I called a truce Bruce
I
said I don’t want you to go
To
tell you the truth Ruth
But
you’ve made your choice
And
it’s thick Mick
I
had tears in my eyes
I
was bellowing like a moose Bruce
As
I helped her into her truck
God
I’ll miss that beaut Ute
It was the first week in June when Neil Kuschel found
himself sitting in the reception at Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles, who were
the solicitors handling his divorce.
He wasn’t there for anything specific it just happened
that he was in Shallowfield for the day.
He had an important lunchtime meeting with a client
and a less important Dinner meeting with his soon to be ex-wife, so as he was left
with some time to kill, and as he was in the vicinity, he thought he
would sandwich the solicitors in the middle and pop in
to make sure they weren’t dragging their heels.
It was often a case of, out of sight out of mind, with
solicitors in his experience, although they always remembered you when money
was due.
Anyway he sat there for about an hour waiting for Ms.
Baxter to become available, whom he presumed to be some Manish ball breaker who
enjoyed keeping people waiting.
So when he saw an attractive woman, tall and slender
in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, he
thought to himself she must be Ms. Baxter’s personal assistant.
“Mr. Kuschel?” She said holding out her hand “sorry to
keep you waiting”
He took the offered hand, and she gripped his
firmly
“Linda Baxter, so pleased to meet you”
“Like wise, please call me Neil” he replied and she
smiled broadly and said
“Would you like to come through then Neil?”
She led the way and he followed on and the
receptionist caught him staring at Ms. Baxter’s rather delightful derriere and
she frowned at him but he just shrugged and carried on looking at the neat rolling
buttocks.
Neil spent a very pleasant hour with the very
un-Manish Ms. Baxter who he thought was nothing like the ball breaker he
imagined, as they went through the relevant papers and she assured him that
everything would be tied up with a bow in the coming few weeks.
However he didn’t take in everything she was saying,
due to a combination of the posh plummy tones of her voice, which he found very
seductive, always a turn on for him, and the very sexy way she peered over the
top of her spectacles, and the fact she was very pleasing on the eye didn’t
hurt and besides Neil had always had a soft spot for a posh well-dressed woman.
And she was very attractive, possibly even glamorous, so Linda Baxter was
certainly alluring, and it was an allure which attracted his attention,
particularly when she leant over the desk or when she was sitting back in her chair and he
got to see her magnificent long legs.
But when she walked around the room was when she really
got his attention.
When the time came to leave and they shook hands again
and it was slow and lingering and he thought how comfortable her soft manicured
hand was in his.
Linda smiled as if she could read his mind, he wasn’t
sure if she could or not but there was definitely a look in her eyes, and they were looking at him.
“If your wife signs the papers you could drop them in
the office, I’m here until 9” she said and he thought that sounded like an
invitation.
“I’ll see you later then” he responded
When he left her office he walked past the receptionist
who was, according to her lapel badge, Catherine Kimber, for some reason gave him a
very disdainful look.
The Dinner with his wife was just as tedious as he
thought it would be so he felt no guilt at all about ducking out early, in fact
as soon as he had secured her signature, he made his excuses and left.
He returned back to Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles
just before 8.30 and the security guard let him in.
“Miss Baxter is expecting you” he said “Do you know
the way?”
“Yes I know the way” Neil replied
“Ok I’ll let her know you’re on the way up” the guard
said and Neil smiled.
He walked past Catherine Kimber’s empty desk and then he heard her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Kuschel”
She said from the shadowy
corridor and aided by the exotic heady fragrance that filled the room, the mental pictures of her as she had been earlier filled his head, the
tailored skirt, white blouse and black tights, but when she emerged from the
shadows she was dressed much less formally.
He gave her a good look over
and was pleased and his final appraisal was a favourable
one.
“I take it this is an
informal meeting” he said
Linda giggled and turned
around and headed down a long corridor and he followed her.
“I have the papers” he said
“Excellent” she said “Then perhaps
we could go for a drink now”
“What a great idea” he concurred but almost the second he’d finished talking the affair between them had begun and it began with a simple kiss that ended up being something much more complicated for them both.
Sorry if you caught me staring
But
it was your fault to be fair
I
was bedazzled by your beauty
And
your shock of flaming hair
So
what else could I have done?
But
stand open mouthed and stare
I saw a girl, older,
And on the cusp of womanhood
Who would make me a man
It took a minute, or less,
To pick you from the crowd
Within an hour, I truly knew
What a special person you were
By the end of that first day
I had fallen in love with you
Now at the end of your last day I know
It will take a lifetime to forget you