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Chapter 6 – Preparing the feast
It was 7 pm in the Clarke household and Allison was beginning to fret. The day had been going so smoothly but things had started to go wrong about half an hour before the present time, when she had removed her favourite blouse from the cellophane wrapper it was in, only to find that the dry- cleaners hadn't done a very good job getting the wine stain out of it from a previous dinner party. "Shit!" she shouted, as she tried to quickly scan through her wardrobe to find something else that would be suitable.
"It's a good job I got rid of the kids to your mothers, so they wouldn't hear language like that" Andrew remarked, laughing.
"Yeah. Bloody good job too, Sporto! I do hope the rest of the evening doesn't go as badly as the start of it has".
"Your just worried about what they are going to think." Andrew said as he gave his wife a hug. "If you stop tormenting yourself you and everything else will be fine." As she contemplated his words and hugged him back she knew he was right. Knew that the rest of the clubbers wouldn't care if she were half naked or that some of the dinner got ruined. The reason they would all be together again tonight was because they were all friends. He bent down and gave her one of his sweet kisses, it was remarkable after all the years they had been together his kisses were still as delightful as that first kiss they had shared on the steps outside Shermer High 18 years ago. And look what they had to show for it, their wonderful life together and their three bright, happy children. He lingered longer than he ought and if they weren't expecting company she was sure that he would have taken her to their bed straight away, but reluctantly she pulled away.
"Do you know how much I want you right now?" Andy breathed.
"I can guess," Allison responded, " but how exactly is that gonna look when our friends turn up?"
"Well we could pin a note to the door saying 'Come back next week, we're indisposed at the mo!'"
"Right, and then what, same may happen next week?"
"You got it, if this is what it takes to get you on my own, without the family popping over and the kids running around."
"I think we need to sort out a strategy for that. I think we're due for a vacation, but not tonight, okay?"
"Okay" he said reluctantly, "I guess I should leave you to get on, huh?"
"Yeah, I'll be down in a sec to check on the food." She said as she made her way into the en-suite to make sure that her face and hair were good. Andrew made his way downstairs and set the table in the dining room readying it for their imminent feast.
Allison looked at the watch on her wrist, she had an hour to get ready. Well 50 minutes if Brian had anything to do with it. She knew he could never be late. Giving her hair one final brush and touching up her lipstick she left the confines of her bathroom and made her way downstairs to the Kitchen, passing Andrew on her way. She went to the oven first and checked to make sure that nothing was burning, she then went over to the burners to make sure that the simmering pans were not boiling dry. 'Okay, gravy' she thought and continued busying herself with the final touches to the meal. She hadn't bothered with a starter knowing no-one would want to eat one, well everyone except Andy. Sporto still knew how to pack it all away, and she felt sure that nothing would go to waste this evening. She watched as he picked up the last remnants of the childrens' toys and put them away in the chest in the Den, she also watched as he absently picked up one of his trophies that stood on the shelves in the same room, spat on it, and rubbed it down with his shirt cuff, replacing it when it had the preferred shine to it. She couldn't help but snigger.
"What? What?" he asked.
"I don't know, sometimes I think you love those trophies more than me," she jeered.
"Really Mrs Clarke, and why would that be?" Andy retorted.
"You seem to show them more attention than you do me."
He moved toward her grinning and nodding his head slightly. "Really!" he said and started to chase her around the unit in the middle of the cabinet. Knowing she couldn't keep away from him for long she attempted to run but he gave chase quickly and ended up trapping her against the refrigerator. He started to tickle her until tears of delight began to run from the corners of her eyes. "Stop … Stop … Okay … you take a lot more … interest in me." She said through her laughter.
"Okay, but if you ever say again that those trophies take precedence over you then do you know what your punishment will be?"
"Oh, Andy, I don't know?" she said coyly.
"Mad passionate sex for at least a month, the kids can stay at our parents, let them take it in turns!" he exclaimed.
"I can't wait" she grinned.
"Well, you only have to say the words, and I'm yours for 31 days of sheer pleasure."
That was when the first set of headlights entered the drive of their home.
A/n: please r/r, thanks for those that have, thanks for your encouragement.
Chapter 6 – Preparing the feast
It was 7 pm in the Clarke household and Allison was beginning to fret. The day had been going so smoothly but things had started to go wrong about half an hour before the present time, when she had removed her favourite blouse from the cellophane wrapper it was in, only to find that the dry- cleaners hadn't done a very good job getting the wine stain out of it from a previous dinner party. "Shit!" she shouted, as she tried to quickly scan through her wardrobe to find something else that would be suitable.
"It's a good job I got rid of the kids to your mothers, so they wouldn't hear language like that" Andrew remarked, laughing.
"Yeah. Bloody good job too, Sporto! I do hope the rest of the evening doesn't go as badly as the start of it has".
"Your just worried about what they are going to think." Andrew said as he gave his wife a hug. "If you stop tormenting yourself you and everything else will be fine." As she contemplated his words and hugged him back she knew he was right. Knew that the rest of the clubbers wouldn't care if she were half naked or that some of the dinner got ruined. The reason they would all be together again tonight was because they were all friends. He bent down and gave her one of his sweet kisses, it was remarkable after all the years they had been together his kisses were still as delightful as that first kiss they had shared on the steps outside Shermer High 18 years ago. And look what they had to show for it, their wonderful life together and their three bright, happy children. He lingered longer than he ought and if they weren't expecting company she was sure that he would have taken her to their bed straight away, but reluctantly she pulled away.
"Do you know how much I want you right now?" Andy breathed.
"I can guess," Allison responded, " but how exactly is that gonna look when our friends turn up?"
"Well we could pin a note to the door saying 'Come back next week, we're indisposed at the mo!'"
"Right, and then what, same may happen next week?"
"You got it, if this is what it takes to get you on my own, without the family popping over and the kids running around."
"I think we need to sort out a strategy for that. I think we're due for a vacation, but not tonight, okay?"
"Okay" he said reluctantly, "I guess I should leave you to get on, huh?"
"Yeah, I'll be down in a sec to check on the food." She said as she made her way into the en-suite to make sure that her face and hair were good. Andrew made his way downstairs and set the table in the dining room readying it for their imminent feast.
Allison looked at the watch on her wrist, she had an hour to get ready. Well 50 minutes if Brian had anything to do with it. She knew he could never be late. Giving her hair one final brush and touching up her lipstick she left the confines of her bathroom and made her way downstairs to the Kitchen, passing Andrew on her way. She went to the oven first and checked to make sure that nothing was burning, she then went over to the burners to make sure that the simmering pans were not boiling dry. 'Okay, gravy' she thought and continued busying herself with the final touches to the meal. She hadn't bothered with a starter knowing no-one would want to eat one, well everyone except Andy. Sporto still knew how to pack it all away, and she felt sure that nothing would go to waste this evening. She watched as he picked up the last remnants of the childrens' toys and put them away in the chest in the Den, she also watched as he absently picked up one of his trophies that stood on the shelves in the same room, spat on it, and rubbed it down with his shirt cuff, replacing it when it had the preferred shine to it. She couldn't help but snigger.
"What? What?" he asked.
"I don't know, sometimes I think you love those trophies more than me," she jeered.
"Really Mrs Clarke, and why would that be?" Andy retorted.
"You seem to show them more attention than you do me."
He moved toward her grinning and nodding his head slightly. "Really!" he said and started to chase her around the unit in the middle of the cabinet. Knowing she couldn't keep away from him for long she attempted to run but he gave chase quickly and ended up trapping her against the refrigerator. He started to tickle her until tears of delight began to run from the corners of her eyes. "Stop … Stop … Okay … you take a lot more … interest in me." She said through her laughter.
"Okay, but if you ever say again that those trophies take precedence over you then do you know what your punishment will be?"
"Oh, Andy, I don't know?" she said coyly.
"Mad passionate sex for at least a month, the kids can stay at our parents, let them take it in turns!" he exclaimed.
"I can't wait" she grinned.
"Well, you only have to say the words, and I'm yours for 31 days of sheer pleasure."
That was when the first set of headlights entered the drive of their home.