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18 November 2013
It can be said, that it is good to
try and keep the spark alive in a marriage.
That one must invest time and effort into a long standing
relationship. And that keeping things
fresh and new after twenty three years together, can be a challenge.
Yet, my Grantie and I seem to manage
just fine. Mostly, because I think we’re
best friends and we like one another’s company.
We enjoy spending time together.
Hanging out together. And when not
in each other’s close proximity, we phone one another a few times a day, just
to touch base and say, “Hi! How’re you
doing?”.
It’s actually pretty sweet. And I do appreciate how exceptionally
fortunate I am to have this relationship.
But yes, it does require a fair
amount of work to maintain. One has to
be cautious and mindful of your partner.
Of their likes and dislikes. Of
ploughing into the bond you have created.
Of not slipping into complacency.
Not just emotionally, but physically
too. Cause let’s face it – our bodies
have deteriorated rather a lot along the way.
Very little firmness, apart from the obvious, to be found. And so one has to be inventive and keep
things interesting.
And so let me tell you a story,
about a friend of mine.
Every so often, she would surprise
her husband, out of the blue, in the middle of the work day, for some light
exercise of the carnal type. Now she
didn’t look upon this as stealing company time.
Her husband pretty much never took his allotted lunch hour. And most days, he was in the office before
7h00. And thus, she thought a “lunch
break” was perfectly normal. Acceptable
even. And nowhere in company policy did
it prescribe exactly what you must do in your lunch break. And to give her her due, she normally
enquired beforehand as to whether his colleagues would be in the office. As clearly, this was not a spectator
sport. And privacy was key.
Well, on this occasion, she thought
she had covered all bases. The scene was
set. Temperatures were soaring. And romance was clearly in the air. Until…..
They heard the telltale sound of a
key in the lock.
Well, luckily her clever man, had
left his key in the keyhole, preventing said colleague from entering. Still there was no real time for
dilly-dallying.
They both scrambled like
lunatics. The husband calling out, “Just
give me a second!”. She grabbed her
clothes and dashed to the bathroom, right there, trying to be as quiet as a
mouse. The only problem being, that she
had a ludicrous attack of the hysterical giggles. She tried to gag myself with her shirt, to
prevent any noise from escaping.
Eventually, once her giggles were sort of under control, she quickly and
semi-quietly got dressed. All whilst
being able to hear her man and his colleague having a lengthy discussion about
work, right outside the bathroom door.
As in right outside! The whole
time, while she was getting dressed, she contemplated casually wafting out of
the bathroom, pretending that nothing was amiss. I mean, people do use the bathroom
occasionally, and there would have been nothing off kilter with her doing just
that. Technically at least, she could
have just randomly popped into the office to say “Hello!”. No one would have thought anything of it.
But then she realised the flaw in
her “casual-emergence” plan. One sneaker
was missing. Gone. Lost.
Nowhere to be found. It was also
at this point that she realised, her handbag was lying around, as well as her
jewellery and cell phone. Haphazardly
thrown about. From the outsider’s point
of view, there obviously was a woman on the premises. It was impossible for the colleague not to
know.
Still she decided to go with
avoidance and remained hiding in the loo.
She never quite discovered if her
husband’s colleague had intended on staying at the office for longer or not. But shortly after his appearance, he left
again. Rather unexpectedly, she thought.
She never quite got her giggles
under control either. And managed to
bite her lip rather harshly in her efforts to keep quiet.
Once the coast was clear, she
eventually emerged and surveyed the carnage she’d left in my wake. In the middle of the floor, tipped to the
side, was the offending sneaker. Unmissable
in fact. She’s assuming the colleague
had to step over the dainty small sized shoe.
Her handbag was strewn. Jewellery
and cell phone randomly flung on her husband’s desk.
Quite naturally, she and her husband
dissolved into peals of nervous laughter.
Which continued for days afterwards.
The spell had been broken. The mood no longer there. Yet somehow, this bound them even closer.
The colleague never said a word, and
she’s assuming he thought her man was
having a flaming hot affair.
Which suited her just fine. Seeing as she was the floozy in question.
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Very sweet! Love it legal!!
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