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Click hereGordon did a double take when I walked into the big house.
"I've never seen you in a dress before."
"Neither has the mirror," I joked, "it's cracked, but I do own skirts."
"I know," he winked, "just not around here."
He handed me an envelope.
"A little spending money."
"My wages aren't due yet."
"No, consider this a gift and you know what they say about gift horses."
I opened the envelope and took out £200.
"How?"
"Because you're worth it," he replied, "go out and buy another dress, although I'm not sure Stornoway is a fashion hub unless you're into church hats."
It was a small gift but it's the little things that count for me. I spent the rest of the time seeing to the schedule for the next couple of days and then Fatima was pulling up outside and I had to run for my suitcase and coat.
I might have been wearing a dress that caught Gordon's eye but Fatima definitely looked far more glamorous in a white blouse, tan trousers and a beige three-quarter coat accessorised with a brown, plaited leather belt. My eyes fell to the light brown boots with dark brown stripes, the heels had to be at least five inches or more.
Fatima lowered her sunglasses as I approached.
"My God, what have you done to your hair?"
"I had it cut. Is it okay?"
"You're looking absolutely fabulous," she looked me up and down and nodded.
"Come on, hop in. Petra is straining at the bit and Anke is on her way to Prestwick."
A minute or two later we drove away and I chanced one last look at Burnside before it disappeared from sight and I was alone with Fatima.
To be continued...
- COMMENTS
rightbankover 6 years agoSorry, but this chapter encourages a concept with which I disagree. I can't believe asking some of the questions or making some of comments.
TheOldRomanticover 7 years agoThis story continues to be interesting, but I still do not know the exact reason. There is something that seems to catch my attention, but I can not know what it is yet, it is a lesbian romance, and I am a straight man, perhaps it is the curiosity to know how women seduce each other, although that is not My point, I am already seduced by my wife (and I hope to remain so forever).
I would like to dedicate a song to this story, it is a song from a Spanish musical group called Mecano, the song is called "Mujer contra mujer" ("Woman against woman"). There is a version sung by Laura Branigan, but it is also sung in Spanish (although I suppose the lyrics will be translated into English in the LP or CD). Personally, I prefer Mecano's version, the voice of her singer Ana Toroja seems to me sweeter. Also exist versions in French and Italian. This song is very appropriate for this story. If the author listens to it and gets a good translation into English, you will understand what I mean.
5 * for you.
I apologize for my English (yet), is not my native language.
