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Things go from bad to worse for Diane as she tries to catch up with Barry. Is he still angry? Has she lost him? Please read part one. Standing in the spare room, where Barry should have been, Diane read the note again. Sorry about yesterday. Sorry to spoil your fun. I have a lot on at work and some issues we need to talk about. I’ll phone you from the hotel. B She held the note in her hand for a minute, reading the few words again and again, turning it over, examining the blank reverse side and finally simply staring at it; mesmerized in disbelief. She sat down on the bed. As she made contact with the bed she grimaced slightly; shuffling a little until the discomfort from last night’s excesses was minimised. Did that mean he’d left? Had she lost him? His language is always very precise, she thought. It’s the lawyer in him. He said sorry, surely that was a good sign. He said sorry twice. He has a lot of work on means he won’t be calling back for a while. No point in ringing Angela again, he must have said to hold his calls. If I phone his mobile I’ll get voicemail for sure. Why is he staying at a hotel? Did he say he had to be away. God if he did, I’ve really screwed up if I wrecked his weekend and then he had to be away on Monday. She leapt up and ran downstairs to check the calendar. Monday was blank. So he’s staying away because he’s pissed off with me. There’s the cock cage too. He’s cut himself loose, so is he at a hotel with some woman? Is he just getting his own back? Or have I lost him? Slowly trying to get her bearings she made coffee and sat staring at the note. I have to get this right, she thought. There’s no point in talking to him tonight and making an idiot of myself — like I haven’t already. There’s something about work and that’s in the same sentence as “we need to talk.” What could have happened at work? Nothing happens at his work. He goes to the university, he thinks and writes or teaches all day and he comes home. Her phone buzzed for a message. She picked it up and saw Spike’s name. “Idiot,” she said and deleted the message without reading it. She had another thought, looked up his number and typed. “Fuck Off.” “Once is enough of you,” she grumbled at the phone as she hit send and then blocked his number. As she put the phone down there was a knock at the door. Pausing for a moment in front of one of the mirrors to check how she looked, she opened the door to find two men there. “Yes?” “Come to get your car for service?” the first one said. “Your husband phoned and said it was due. It’s on a contract. He said you’d done a lot of miles and it needed doing. We’ve got a key. Just thought I’d better check with you. Should have it back tomorrow.” “Um, sorry I didn’t know it was due. Do you have to?” “We’ve got a slot today, a cancellation, otherwise it could be a while.” Not expecting any argument he handed her an envelope and was off down the drive before she could think what to say. The other man was still standing there. “You’re not together?” “No, I’m the locksmith.” “Sorry, were we expecting you?” “Your husband phoned, he said he was worried that someone had stolen a key. Wanted the locks changed straight away. He’s a big shot lawyer isn’t he, so I get the point. I’ll be about an hour. Okay?” “I suppose. He didn’t tell me.” She stood for a moment staring into space. The guy stood there smiling holding some papers in his hand. Running on autopilot she took it from him. “My ID and credentials,” he said. “You have to check.” She tried to focus on the papers, comparing his face with the photograph. “So you’re Robert Mathews?” “That’s me.” “Would you like a coffee while you get started?” “That would be very nice ma’am. Black no sugar if you could.” She turned away and walked through to the kitchen. He’s taken away my car, at least for today and he’s changing the locks. He’s sending me messages. Is he just telling me that he has a low opinion of Spike? Or is there more to it? Make coffee, act calm and civilized, she told herself. One thing for sure, I can’t go out until this guy’s finished. She took him his coffee and retreated to the kitchen and spent the next hour making a cake. In a real crisis she always fell back on the comfort of baking, pondering a recipe, mixing, beating, and then the period of calm while the room İstanbul Escort began to fill with the aroma. At least if Barry comes back there will be cake and if not I’ll have some comfort food, she thought. An hour later the door bell rang. For a second she wanted to ignore it but remembered that the locksmith was there so went to investigate. Mr Mathews had rung the bell to get her attention. She looked at the unfamiliar lock. “I don’t get it,” she said. “Where’s the does the key go?” “It’s a new kind of lock, it uses a combination, you just type in the numbers and it releases itself. It’s very secure and if you suspect that someone has got the combination you can change it straight away yourself. You can do it over the internet as well.” “Why would you want to do that?” “Well, say you were away and you wanted someone to come and check on the property. You could give them a code number, set it up from wherever you were and cancel it once they’d done whatever they were supposed to.” “So you mean I could go out shopping and come home and find my husband had changed the locks?” For a moment Diane enjoyed the half embarrassed, puzzled look on Robert Mathews face. She gave him one of her devastatingly seductive smiles. He laughed. “I guess he could, but you could go online from your phone, standing right here by the door and change it back.” “Yes, of course I could. It’s very clever isn’t it.” “We discussed it with him. He seemed to think he needed more security; something to do with his work, he said. A lot of people are changing to these. The other thing you can get is a proximity fob so that the door opens when you get near, you know, like some cars do. He’s ordered some of those but they’ll be a day or two. We don’t usually keep the top of the range models like this in stock.” “So it’s expensive?” “Oh yeah. I don’t actually know how much, my boss does all that stuff.” She didn’t even ask him for the combination; the message was clear enough — stay home until I call you. Diane closed the door when he’d gone and ambled back to the kitchen to check on the cake. She made another coffee and waited five more minutes before opening the oven. She looked at the time. Twelve thirty. Should she have lunch or make do with coffee and cake? The phone rang. She looked quickly at it expecting it to be Spike again but it was a new number. “If that bastard has changed phones he’ll get an earful,” she said as she hit the green button. “Hi love, how are you doing?” “Barry? Barry is that you? It’s not your number.” “It is me. I’m ringing from the courts. Sorry about this morning.” “You mean the car and the locks? They’ve both been, if that’s what you wanted to know.” “I was going to leave it till tonight to call, but that didn’t seem fair.” “You must be very pissed off with me. I’m sorry, I never meant it to turn out like that.” “In my better moments I was hoping you’d say that.” “It is. Darling I’m sorry, I didn’t realise what an idiot he was. He’s gone now. I never want to see him again.” “I’m not surprised, but it’s more complicated than that.” “Can we just forget it and get back to normal. I won’t bring anyone home again.” “Could you come to meet me this afternoon. As it turns out I’ve cleared all my work for now.” “Can’t you come home?” “I don’t want this to sound … Damn, um, can’t we just meet at my hotel. I’ve booked the room, it’s only for tonight. I think a different space would be good.” “I’ll have to get a taxi.” “Sure I know, and I’ll give you the lock combination when you get here.” “Why can’t you tell me over the phone.” “Because I want some leverage.” “You’re being manipulative; it’s not like you.” “Remind you of anyone?” There was a long pause. “I’m still here,” she said. “I’m thinking.” On the other end of the phone she could hear his breathing and the dull sound of traffic somewhere in the distance. “Are you seeing someone else?” “No, I was hoping to see you.” She smiled, maybe that was a good sign. “Where are you?” “The Royal, you know the one, opposite the courts. I’ve been doing some work there, so it was convenient. Rather nice too.” “Shall I bring my toothbrush?” “Your electric one. Sure. They have ordinary ones here if not. Did the other package arrive?” “What other package?” “You mentioned the car and İstanbul Escort Bayan the locksmith, there should be another package by special delivery. Wait till it comes before you leave and I’ll see you later. Tell reception at the hotel and they’ll give you a key when you arrive.” “Will you be there?” “Depends what time you get here love. I’ve got some more things to do across at the court. If I’m not around have a lazy time. Got to go now. See you soon.” He hung up. He is playing me, she thought. The funny thing is it feels comfortable. If he’s being in charge maybe I don’t have to worry about what I’ve done to him… or maybe I do. Fifteen minutes later a cheerful young man appeared at the doorway with a package. She signed for it. She considered for a moment whether he might provide some entertainment but something convinced her that he was probably gay. Back in the kitchen she opened the package and almost burst into tears. Inside was a pile of information about beauty treatments from the spa at the hotel, known to be the best in town, along with prepaid vouchers for laser treatment for pubic hair removal and a heap of other beauty and massage treatments. Inside was a card; In case you need some resurrecting after last night. B She cried for several minutes. She set the bedroom note alongside the new card and looked at the two together. Did he have second thoughts? Did I get the first message wrong? She ate another piece of cake while she struggled to think what to wear to the spa and what to wear afterwards. Is he just sending me messages about what sort of woman he wants? As she dressed the thought returned to her mind that she was being manipulated. What was it he said “Remind you of anyone?” He’s fed up with me manipulating him, that’s what it is. Do I? Is that what I do? The thought stopped her in her tracks for a moment. Her hands, almost on autopilot carried on picking out garments. She glanced at her still unpacked suitcase. Damn, she thought, my sexiest outfits are all in there and they all need cleaning. I’m ending up wearing second best for Barry and he’s paid for it all. Maybe that’s the message, he’s fed up with second best. She phoned for a taxi. As the car took her to the spa the thoughts continued. He gets second best all the time. The only thing he gets is me telling him what a great time I’ve had, and I cheat on that too. Half the time I’m making it up. I don’t tell him if the trip has ended up being a sordid waste of time and I feel like a cheap whore. I don’t tell him that because I want him to think he’s giving me a great time. He’s right, it is more complicated. I’ve been in control for the last three years and he’s turned that upside down in a morning. Was I ever in control? The spa was a delight. No other word would do, and Barry had obviously bought a deluxe package because everyone was super attentive. After three hours of pampering with the laser somewhere in the middle of it she was in heaven. The final massage was half way through when she tried to talk to the beautiful boy that was working her muscles. “Do you ever get ladies who, you know, ask for a bit more?” “It does happen.” “I’m curious, what do you do?” He laughed. “I don’t give them more,” he said. “Are you gay?” “No, I just like my job and I don’t want to get fired.” “Why would you be fired, are there cameras or something.” He laughed again. “No, no cameras, no hidden microphones, just ladies who gossip. Think about it, if I was some sort of super stud, the next thing you know someone would tell her friends and after that it’s only a matter of time before we get raided and I get fired. You’ll have to wait until you get back to the man who’s paid for this.” “I wasn’t really asking.” “Yeah, I know, but you wouldn’t have said no. I don’t want to be mean but someone gave you quite a going over recently.” “How do you know?” “The bites on your arse are a bit of a give away.” “Have you got a mirror?” “You want to see?” “Yes please.” “I don’t really have a way of doing that.” “Would it break the rules if you took some pictures with my phone?” “I guess not. I couldn’t do it with mine. Where’s yours?” She pointed to the pocket of her robe, eased herself off the massage table and stood in the middle of the room naked Escort İstanbul and expectant. The masseur walked around her taking several shots and handed her the camera. She looked at the pictures, muttering under her breath. She turned back towards him, noticing that his name tag said Arthur. “Arthur, you’re a broad minded man, right? I mean you’ve seen it all haven’t you. Would it total phase you if I asked you to take some pictures of my lady bits. You’ve spotted that I’ve had a bit of a rough weekend, I’d like to see what other damage there is.” “Is this some sort of forgiveness thing from your husband?” “No darling,” she said. “It’s much more complicated than that. Don’t ask, just take some pictures for me please.” She lay back on the couch and spread her legs with her bum raised off the table. “Are you sure?” “Arthur, you probably have no idea what a hot wife is, but I am one. That means my husband lets me screw other guys. I want to know how much this weekend’s stud ripped up my arse.” As she lay with her legs in the air a slightly embarrassed chortle emerged. “My husband realised I needed a bit of rehab and bought me this afternoon, and it’s been marvellous. I’d just like to know what’s happening down there.” Arthur took three pictures and handed her the camera. She looked at the pictures, moving her fingers to enlarge the shot. “You’re a darling. I hope you’re not too shocked, and well done for turning me down. What do you think, is it too awful?” “I think you have a small tear, I’d be careful with that for a day or two.” “Thanks, that’s what it looks like to me. I had a high colonic wash out beforehand, so with luck it won’t get any use for a day or so.” “Very wise. We do offer those here in case you ever need another one, but not this afternoon.” “Okay Arthur, I think I’m done.” She showered, allowed herself to be pampered with some beautiful body lotion and had a cool drink in the reception area, more to get herself back to looking at normal people again. She took her phone off silent and noticed that a text had arrived from Barry. When you’re done, if it’s before five, could you meet me in the court. Ask at the lobby, they’ve given me an office. B She looked at the time, four thirty. Oh well, she thought, the court it is. The spa was attached to the hotel and the court was across the street. She thought for a moment about taking her panties off but thought better of it. What if they search you in those places. She took a deep breath, dutifully looked both ways and crossed to the court building. She walked up to the desk and explained who she was, saying that Barry had asked her to meet him in his office. “No problem ma’am, third floor room 302. Through the metal detector and the lift is on your right.” She looked across the lobby. A barrier blocked any way across other than through the metal detector. Without thinking too much and trying to remember room 302 she handed her bag to the security man on the desk and stepped through the machine. There was an immediate wild beeping noise. A woman in a uniform stepped up. “I think it’s probably your ear rings ma’am or the ankle bracelet or maybe your wedding ring. Could you try without them.” Diane remover her ear rings and then bent to undo the ankle bracelet. I must be mad she thought, walking around here with a hot wife anklet. Just as well I kept my knickers on, having to bend down like this. The second pass through the machine made no bleeps and she set off for the lift. As she stepped out of the doors Barry was standing there. “They told me you were coming up.” Diane looked up and down the corridor, making sure there was no one within earshot. “Was chopping your cage because of that metal detector?” “Got it in one. If I’d had a minute to talk to you this weekend I’d have told you.” He reached forward to kiss her. For a few seconds they were wrapped in each other’s arms. “You haven’t had much chance to do that either. I’m sorry love. I got carried away with being a hot wife and forgot I was a wife.” Barry led her down the corridor to his office. “Why have you got an office here?” “It all happened last week love. The project’s been cooking for a while but I couldn’t say anything until it was all sorted, and then it happened very fast. I won’t bore you with the details but we’ve been asked to do a big piece of research at the court. It means I’ll have to be here some of the time each week and everyone has to go through that metal thing, and I mean everyone, even the judges. University professors are further down the pecking order than judges so there was no way past it.
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