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“Janice, you on that bloody computer again?”
-Wish he’d shut his gob- she thought and called down the stairs,
“Yeah, I won’t be a minute.”
Regretfully, she finished her email, ‘Sorry Roberto, the idiot downstairs needs someone to work the door-handle for him. I’ll have to delete your email now I’ve memorised it. Lustfully yours, Janice.’ She hit ‘send’ and sighed. –Good God, he was so passionate, probably the Latin in him. His emailed fantasies about them were designed to overheat the pc.- Janice smiled at her own silliness, then scowled again,
“Better see what his lordship wants, now.”
‘His Lordship’ aka Tony Bryant watched his dowdy wife re-enter the lounge, resentfully,
“That fuckin’ thing is taking over. What the hell do you spend hours looking for on the bloody Internet, anyway?”
-A man with dark eyes, a scarred face, black hair, tanned muscular body and incredible imagination. A man who can make me feel desirable. A man who isn’t you.-
She glared over at his two day beard, belly stretching through his vest and over his belt.
“Research material for my dissertation, it is the final year, you know.”
“Don’t know what you want a bloody degree for.” he muttered, “It’s that soddin’ lesbian at the Jobcentre what put you up to it.”
“Christ, Tony, for the hundredth time, Annette isn’t a lesbian, she’s a feminist.”
Janice gave up and picked up her book. Tony stabbed at the TV remote,
“You never used to sit there reading books. What’s wrong wiv watching telly, all of a sudden?”
“Because it’s unadulterated, repetitive shite, that’s what.”
“And you never used long bleedin’ words either.”
Janice was determined not to be distracted by the television, the book was impossible to read though, so she pretended to scan the pages while she thought of Roberto’s last communication.
‘The bar-room is barely lit and sultry. I enter, smoking a cigarillo, our eyes meet. You turn your head away with a sneer of your sensuous lips, but you’re interested. You can feel my presence as I move to you. I’m close now and you slide your tight dress above an exquisitely shaped knee as you cross your legs. Your long, dark hair swings as you turn to me and you can smell my after-shave mingled with a musky, male aroma.
This excites you and you place a hand behind my head, tangling your fingers in my thick black hair, pulling me towards you. I breathe smoke into your face, you inhale and I whisper the question you are so eager to hear-.
“Fancy a shag, then Jan?”
Janice closed her eyes and thought –'Fancy a shag?' Be still, my heart, how romantic.-
“Coronation Street’s finished and it’s Monday so I thought….” He was smiling in what he imagined was a seductive way.
“Oh, all right then.” Janice decided she could always close her eyes and think of Roberto. -At least with him, it won’t be two tickles, a squirt and then the only Earth shaking thing will be his bloody snores-.
As Janice followed her husband into the bedroom for another night of boredom, she made a decision. Roberto excited her more with words only than Tony did with everything. Therefore, Roberto in person would be incredible. She wondered how much it would cost to fly to Brazil. Only problem was her husband. Tony wasn't going to let her leave him - it would ruin his credibility with his macho-bullshit mates. Janice realised there was only one solution.
end of part one
In five hundred years time, most of us will be forgotten dust. But Hitler will still be remembered, God loves irony.