She always had and she always would. Melanie was just trying to cause trouble for no reason.
Edna gulped down the hot coffee. If only her sister-in-law would leave her alone. If only everyone would leave her alone. If only she could go back to the days when it had just been her and Al… Just the two of them. No money, but what wonderful times they had enjoyed together.
Perhaps before he went off on the American tour they could go away somewhere. Maybe Brighton, where they had spent their honeymoon. What a week
that
had been. In the last few years Edna had noticed Al’s gradual slackening of interest in sex. At first she had been relieved. In the early days he had wanted it constantly; she shuddered at the memory of his demands. Morning, noon, and night. Day after day. Even when she had been
pregnant
. Now he seemed content just to lie beside her. It had been months since he last made love to her. Of course she didn’t mind, she knew that his work took a lot out of him. But a week in Brighton would do him good, even just a few days. She resolved to discuss this with him.
Satisfied with her decision she finished her coffee and then drank Melanie’s. It wouldn’t do to
waste
it. Anyway, it went well with the packet of Bourbon Cream biscuits that the maid had thoughtfully provided.
* * *
Upstairs in his bed Evan stealthily inspected his collection of magazines. He found studying them a diverting pastime. He had his favourite girls and would quickly turn to the relevant pages and study the female of his choice. There was Bertha. Blonde. Eighteen. Hobby – breeding horses. She liked big dominant men who knew what they were doing. She wore pearls, and see-through nylon knickers, and appeared in a variety of poses with her legs apart.
Then there was Maralyn. A big girl, Maralyn, with enormous jutting breasts which she seemed to take a great deal of pleasure in playing with.
He really could fancy a night with Bertha or Maralyn. Oh yes. Actually he could fancy a night with anyone. Sixteen and still a virgin. It was ridiculous. None of the other boys at his school were in that position. They had all had ‘experiences’. Evan had heard them discussing various aspects of what appeared to be highly exciting sex lives.
He brooded about his lack of female companionship, and anxiously perused his magazines, of which Nelson seemed to have a never-ending supply. He often thought of Nelson offering him the ‘real thing’. How much would it cost? Would he know what to do? Where would it take place?
He had at last decided to ask Nelson to arrange it.
Meanwhile there remained Bertha and Maralyn. He just had time for one of them before school.
He chose Bertha with her nylon knickers, and clutching her firmly under his arm he made his way to the bathroom.
Chapter Thirteen
He wanted her, and he was pushing. Gradually it dawned on Dallas that the only reason she was on the Al King television spectacular was because Al King himself had ordained it. It all fell into place. The offer of a drink on the night she had won the contest. The lunch she had never attended in New York. The request for her to join him in his caravan. And now a dinner invitation – which she had turned down.
‘I wish you would change your mind,’ Paul had said tightly at her refusal.
‘I’m busy,’ Dallas had replied. ‘Anyway, I don’t go out with married men.’ Lies. Lies. Lies. What about Ed Kurlnik jetting in the very next day? Nobody was more married than Ed.
‘Al is just extending his friendship,’ Paul explained. More like his cock, Dallas thought, and I am not for sale any more.
During the afternoon they taped the beginning of Al’s song in the car. Dallas just had to sit there gazing at him. He was good-looking. Too good-looking. Arrogant, with an assurance that came from getting everything he wanted. Well, he wasn’t going to get her. She wondered if his brother had told him yet.
Photographers buzzed around snapping numerous shots.
Edna gulped down the hot coffee. If only her sister-in-law would leave her alone. If only everyone would leave her alone. If only she could go back to the days when it had just been her and Al… Just the two of them. No money, but what wonderful times they had enjoyed together.
Perhaps before he went off on the American tour they could go away somewhere. Maybe Brighton, where they had spent their honeymoon. What a week
that
had been. In the last few years Edna had noticed Al’s gradual slackening of interest in sex. At first she had been relieved. In the early days he had wanted it constantly; she shuddered at the memory of his demands. Morning, noon, and night. Day after day. Even when she had been
pregnant
. Now he seemed content just to lie beside her. It had been months since he last made love to her. Of course she didn’t mind, she knew that his work took a lot out of him. But a week in Brighton would do him good, even just a few days. She resolved to discuss this with him.
Satisfied with her decision she finished her coffee and then drank Melanie’s. It wouldn’t do to
waste
it. Anyway, it went well with the packet of Bourbon Cream biscuits that the maid had thoughtfully provided.
* * *
Upstairs in his bed Evan stealthily inspected his collection of magazines. He found studying them a diverting pastime. He had his favourite girls and would quickly turn to the relevant pages and study the female of his choice. There was Bertha. Blonde. Eighteen. Hobby – breeding horses. She liked big dominant men who knew what they were doing. She wore pearls, and see-through nylon knickers, and appeared in a variety of poses with her legs apart.
Then there was Maralyn. A big girl, Maralyn, with enormous jutting breasts which she seemed to take a great deal of pleasure in playing with.
He really could fancy a night with Bertha or Maralyn. Oh yes. Actually he could fancy a night with anyone. Sixteen and still a virgin. It was ridiculous. None of the other boys at his school were in that position. They had all had ‘experiences’. Evan had heard them discussing various aspects of what appeared to be highly exciting sex lives.
He brooded about his lack of female companionship, and anxiously perused his magazines, of which Nelson seemed to have a never-ending supply. He often thought of Nelson offering him the ‘real thing’. How much would it cost? Would he know what to do? Where would it take place?
He had at last decided to ask Nelson to arrange it.
Meanwhile there remained Bertha and Maralyn. He just had time for one of them before school.
He chose Bertha with her nylon knickers, and clutching her firmly under his arm he made his way to the bathroom.
Chapter Thirteen
He wanted her, and he was pushing. Gradually it dawned on Dallas that the only reason she was on the Al King television spectacular was because Al King himself had ordained it. It all fell into place. The offer of a drink on the night she had won the contest. The lunch she had never attended in New York. The request for her to join him in his caravan. And now a dinner invitation – which she had turned down.
‘I wish you would change your mind,’ Paul had said tightly at her refusal.
‘I’m busy,’ Dallas had replied. ‘Anyway, I don’t go out with married men.’ Lies. Lies. Lies. What about Ed Kurlnik jetting in the very next day? Nobody was more married than Ed.
‘Al is just extending his friendship,’ Paul explained. More like his cock, Dallas thought, and I am not for sale any more.
During the afternoon they taped the beginning of Al’s song in the car. Dallas just had to sit there gazing at him. He was good-looking. Too good-looking. Arrogant, with an assurance that came from getting everything he wanted. Well, he wasn’t going to get her. She wondered if his brother had told him yet.
Photographers buzzed around snapping numerous shots.
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