11/11/04

Our house - in the middle of our street - now has a base to rest on. The concreters called this morning and informed us they had finished laying the foundations. I must say they got it done fairly quickly, although I think the two thousand dollar for finishing early bonus Clarisse mentioned may have pushed them to get it done faster. Clarisse offered it to them because she wanted "the boring part" to be over and done with so we could get closer to the decorating stage, which shouldn't be for another three months minimum. I went to "Number 3, Roscent Avenue" right away to inspect the job they had done, deciding to take Charlotte with me because she was the only person in the palace who wasn't completely busy.

We brought a very long measuring device with us, because I had this feeling Clarisse gave me fake blueprints, and I was unsurprisingly correct. The house was not supposed to be longer than one hundred meters, however when Charlotte and I measured it, it came to one hundred and ten meters. Almost automatically, I realised there was enough space for at least three more unnecessary rooms. My face went red, "Charlotte, get Clarisse on the phone for me please?"

Without question, she pulled out her cell phone and dialled the number, "I have your wife," she smiled, obviously loving to call Clarisse "my wife".

Taking the phone I spoke softly and told her about the concrete, "Clarisse, there is enough concrete for at least another six rooms!"

"Don't be silly," she replied, disgusted, "Did you allow for the veranda?"

"What veranda?"

"Dear, dear Joseph," she sighed, "Do you not recall discussing it? You said we'd have a wide veranda where we could sit on warm summer nights in each others arms gazing up at the stars? It's the first place we've decided to make love."

Not one word of that sentence was true, but I didn't want to argue, "Alright, if you say it's a veranda, I believe you."

"Thankyou," she said, hanging up immediately.

Later on we returned home to the palace, I was greeted by Chloe, my dog, and Maurice. It seems even though Maurice no longer has the ability to impregnate my dog, he still seems to be deeply in love with her. The two are always together, sniffing around for food, chasing the mice down by the stables, licking each others privates...

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if people were dogs - Clarisse and I in particular. I'm sure we would have gotten together a lot sooner because dogs don't seem to care if the public are watching their every move, hell, they'll mate in front of an audience if they have to!

I wish Clarisse hadn't taken so long to realise her feelings for me, if she had realised it at the same time I had, we could have eloped at age thirty-seven and had children of our own, grandchildren even! But then again, there would have been the whole issue of her already being a mother of two and having to leave the crown behind and being forever know in Genovia as their first royal whore. Perhaps her timing was okay after all...

I was quite surprised when I entered our suite this evening, the lights were dimmed down, there were candles lit, Clarisse was lying on the bed with nothing on except a skimpy maroon negliche and a positively stunning tiara. This was wonderful, I hadn't had sex in almost three weeks and here she was waiting for me in the most erotic setting I could imagine.

"I wondered where you'd gotten to, I've been waiting for over three minutes."

Instinctly, I removed my jacket and creeped forward towards the bed, "I've been waiting for three weeks, but you don't see me complaining," I smiled softly.

She grabbed my tie and sat me down on the bed, where I discarded my shoes.

"Would you care for some wine," she pointed to the bedside table.

"I'd actually rather be sober for this," I moaned, as I leaned over to kiss her neck.

Her eyes closed and she breathed deeper, "Oh I've missed this."

"If you didn't stay up so late all the time we could do this more often."

By now, all of my clothes were in a crumpled heap on the floor, I seized her waist and pressed my lips to her breasts, "We meet again, twins."

Giggling, she pulled my face up to hers and kissed me with her warm lips, then in one swift movement, pulled me on top of her and placed my hands somewhere I'd rather not mention. Her face lit up, her breathing gradually grew faster and she almost shouted my name as I kissed my way down her body, stopping only to remove the sexy lace thong she was wearing.

Moments later her nails were digging into the bed and she found it hard to control her voice. I'd never before heard some of the sounds she was emitting, they were new to me - groans that lasted longer than a few seconds, sighs that sounded almost relieving. At long last, I was doing something right!

It felt so good to finally make love to her, so good to release something which had been uncomfortably building itself up inside me for many weeks. Yes, as I lay almost out of breath between the cool sheets of our bed, I felt on top of the world.

That is until we finished and she revealed her alteria motive, "Oh and by the way, Joseph," she huffed, "I accidentally gave you the wrong housing design, silly me. There's actually three extra rooms on the first floor, no veranda like I said."

My blood boiled so fast I thought I'd explode, however, she'd tired me out so much during our love making session that I had little energy left to argue, "You...bitch," I puffed, "I bet you...huff...did it on purpose."

My breathing slowed a little after I sipped some water, "You knew I didn't want those extra rooms...but you put them in anyway. Why can't you just listen to me?"

Her head fell on my chest and she gave me a puppy dog look, "I just wanted an extra area to entertain. You're not mad are you?"

Rolling my eyes, I put my hands behind my head, "They better be the only ones."

Swallowing, Clarisse turned away and mumbled something so silently I couldn't make it out.

I can't believe she used her sexuality to break the news about her last-minute extra rooms - she is such a turn on sometimes.

24/11/04

Clarisse woke before I did this morning, she seems to have reduced her workload a little and therefore has more time to spend with me. We eat lunch together almost every day now as well as dinner, but never breakfast, because unlike her, I can't see the appeal of waking up at five in the morning. Our sex life is back on track as well, it did die down a little after the honeymoon but now it's in full life again and we make love at least three times a week. We've now passed that stage of getting to know each other as man and wife and fully understand each other's wants and needs. We've also become fully accustomed to sharing a room; Clarisse has four fifths of the wardrobe, I have the remainder.

Night time is something Clarisse and I hold sacred. It's the time when we either make love or talk about our day while I write up my journal and she does her needlework. Today was a busy day for me, I spent a majority of it consulting with fencers about a security fence for the new house. Then when I was about to give up, I recieved a call from out of the blue. Dale (the man I had a lot of trouble with when I first came to work at the palace but recently became friends with) rang to congratulate me on my wedding. He said he'd been in the Phillipeans looking for a wife and only just heard the news. He couldn't believe I'd snagged the most eligible bacheloress in the country. Anyhow, we got to talking about the house Clarisse and I are having built and also about the trouble we're having finding the right fence for the job and getting Clarisse to agree to pay for it. His voice was so excited when he heard the news, he said, "My daughter owns a fencing business! I could get her on the job if you like? She's real good, built all the fencing around the National Genovian Zoo. Only uses the best quality steel, she might even give you a small discount."

And I just could not believe what I was hearing, the NGZ had their fencing featured in a magazine once because they're not only fancy, they're highly practical, "She's hired!" I yelled without thinking it over, "She's got the job!"

So now we have a fencing contractor - big success!

When I told Clarisse she was over the moon, I think she just liked the word "discount". I told her we were to meet with Dale and his daughter tomorrow afternoon and she cancelled her lunch plans without question.

Clarisse was so happy she decided to take me out to a restaurant to celebrate the new arrangement and she paid for the food! The most expensive restaurant in Genovia and she paid the bill! She usually never pays because she considers it the gentlemanly thing to do, which means under normal circumstances I have to empty my bank account just to pay for two dinners.

Later on she and I had the best love making session ever - she was in complete control and actually started having what I believed to be an orgasm. I don't think she's ever had one before, not with me anyway, that is. Since it was an unexpected surprise to me, I had mine just as she was in the middle of hers. It was such an exciting experience to have her feel the same thing I feel everytime we make love.

Afterwards she lay smiling at me, red faced and breathing quickly. When she could muster up the energy, I recieved hugs and kisses and felt very proud.

25/11/04

Clarisse and I met with Dale and his daughter Kerri this afternoon, she's a lovely girl, doesn't look much like him though, thank god. I met his new wife too, she is possibly the most nicest person I have ever met.

Before we'd even knocked on the door it flung open to reveal a slender, forty year old woman with dead-straight, shiny black hair, gold earrings and a floral dress that hugged all the right places. I raised an eyebrow and smiled, thinking how beautiful she was.

"Yor magasty! Me so good to meet you," she bowed so low her head almost touched the floor, "My name Xiandaskalifa. You call me Xi ya?"

Clarisse's eyes widened, "Charmed, uh...Xi."

Xi took Clarisse's hand and kissed it, bowing again and again, "Me see you on TV. Very beautiful wooman. You make country good decision."

"Oh do I?" Clarisse laughed, "I'm so glad you think so."

"Come in, come in, Dayol and Kerri this way," she told us, leading the way up the hall.

We ended up at the lounge room where Dale and a gorgeous young woman with long flowy brown hair sat watching television.

"Dayol, your friend here, your friend."

"Joseph!" Dale jumped out of his chair, "Great to see you, buddy, I thought you'd never get here."

"Well somebody had to do a last minute touch-up on her face," I answered, looking in Clarisse's direction.

"One wants to look ones best."

Dale acknowleged Clarisse and took her hand, "Your Majesty, it's a pleasure to meet you once again. It's been a long time."

Dale looked at her with what appeared to be - dare I say it - desire. Clarisse stared back at him as if he had just said something offensive, "How do you do?"

Kerri came out from behind Dale and introduced herself, I must say she didn't look much like a fencing contractor, she was too...pretty.

Everyone sat down for lunch, all happy to meet one another. Kerri didn't appear to like Xi much, my guess is that she thinks Xi is a gold digger or something, which is sort of true I guess. Clarisse really seemed to like Kerri, especially when she discovered she was wearing the same perfume as her.

After lunch and a long discussion about life and the building and construction of the new fence, Dale and I went for a stroll around his yard. Dogs were running everywhere, he seemed to have at least three times as many as he did last time I visited, all of which were labradors.

"So you married Queen Clarisse. How did you get a woman like that?"

"Believe me, it wasn't easy."

"Did you do it for the money? You can tell me."

I was disgusted, yet amused at the same time, "If only I did marry her for her money, things would have been so much easier. Sadly, I'm a victim of love. How about you?"

"I'm a victim of lonliness. I spent thirty odd years waking up to see my wife's loving face staring back at me, then one day cancer got the better of her and now I wake up lonely. I loved her so much, Joe."

Shocked at his straightforward openess, I tried to say something reassuring, "But you're not lonely, you have Xi."

"Xi could never fill her place. I don't even love her, she's just here because I don't want to be alone!"

Although I felt very inadequate about hearing his thoughts on love, I thought he should let it all out, at least until I could refer him to a psychoanalist.

"I went to the Phillipeans with every intention of finding a new wife, someone to take her place. I found Xi in a hotel lobby and in exchange for a Genovian Citizenship she promised to cook, clean and do everything for me that a good wife should do. I thought it would make everything okay, you know? I thought she'd easily fill Gina's shoes, but she can't! No matter how hard she tries - and she does - she can't seem to replace the one thing in my life that I'm missing."

"Nobody could ever replace the one you've loved for so long," I whispered, not fully understanding what I was saying.

"I'm just so angry at Gina for dying on me."

Awkwardly, I patted him on the back and gritted my teeth wondering how I could end this conversation, "I think the girls are calling us," I lied.

We arrived back at his house and waited outside while Dale composed himself, "Thanks for listening to my whinging, it really helped."

Clearing my throat, I suggested, "Perhaps you should consider seeing a shrink?"

"Maybe," he looked at me expectantly, "You don't want another labrador, do you?"

Just as I rolled my eyes, I heared Clarisse laughing from inside the house, "...I really should introduce you to my granddaughter Amelia, she likes those so-called "corned dogs" as well."

"Really?" Kerri's voice replied, "Well then she'd be interested to know my husband owns the only shop in Genovia that actually sells them! You should tell her to send one of her maids down to get her one. They're the best, she'll love em."

Kerri and Clarisse seemed so totally engaged in conversation, that they didn't even realise we'd entered the room. Clarisse looked genuinely happy to be in her company.

When it came time to leave, Clarisse hugged Kerri and told her they'd catch up soon...wait a minute - catch up soon? Clarisse never "catches up soon" with someone she's just met!

Oh well, we started driving home and Clarisse turned to me, "That woman is the single most irritating woman I have ever met."

Thinking she was referring to Kerri, I protested, "I thought you liked her?"

"I do, it's just that she speaks half in english and half in jibberish! She kept bowing to me and kissing my hand for the first twenty minutes."

"Who? Kerri or Xi?"

"That Xi woman. My hand was completely drowned in saliva and she kept offering refreshments and food even though I was still full from lunch."

Taking this information in and processing it, I replied, "She sounds like the perfect host, why are you being so bitchy about her?"

"I don't know, she just seemed so fake."

OH MY GOD! I could not believe she said that! Clarisse has to be the absolute FAKEST person I have ever met. Sure she may wear a sweet smile and have a flawless reputation in the public eye, but I know the real Clarisse Renaldi, I mean, Clarisse Alexander. She's a grudge-holding, cigarette smoking, occasional drug using, slut! Not so much nowadays, but still she has the gall to call the nicest person in the world - Xi - a fake?

"I think she's sweet," I stated, rubbing my hand on her leg as I shifted gear, "Perfect even."

Clarisse's eyes narrowed, "Sweet? I don't know...there's something about her I don't like. Oh I know, she couldn't keep her eyes off you!"

I laughed so had I almost skidded off the road, "You think she has a thing for me?"

"Obviously!"

"I didn't even notice. Maybe we should invite her to dinner and find out for sure?"

Her hand flew quite hard onto my lap, "Over my dead body!"

Silence flooded the car as I tried to recall if Xi had actually looked at me the whole time we were there. All I could remember was her following around and worshipping Clarisse!

"Kerri's nice, I liked her. Very interesting woman, did you know she gave up hairdressing to become a dancer and then gave up dancing to become a fencer? And did you know that Kerri beat cancer?"

"I did know that, yes."

"And did you know that..."

Clarisse trailed off with several long stories about Kerri, she seems to really have a genuine connection with the woman. All I heard for half the trip home was Kerri this and Kerri that. Anyone would think she's in love with her!

"...she also has a daughter named Kelsey, she showed me photos, she's adorable, looks a little like Mia. By the way, Joseph, where do I know that man from?"

"Who, Dale?"

"Yes."

"He used to work with me in the palace gardens a long time ago."

She shook her head, "No, I know him from somewhere else."

Deciding to make a joke, I laughed, "He's not another ex-lover is he?"

Her lips tightened and she elbowed me hard in the stomach, "You're so insensative sometimes, Joseph."

"Well knowing you it's hard to tell."

Saying that earned me an even harder elbow in the stomach and also regrettably resulted in her legs staying shut this evening. Oh how I wish I hadn't said that.

So, so, so, soooo sorry I haven't updated this for over a year, but I only recently got the internet back and when you're a working adult with a boyfriend who's ALWAYS at your house, you have no time or privacy for writing. Hopefully I'll write another chapter soon. Please review.