I was a virgin on our first day together. Of course, it didn’t seem to bother him. We spoke of figs and cream and fermented cheese after; his fascination with all things living disgusted me.
He drew me a cheque when we parted. “There is the complete amount and more”, he confided with a wink and I resisted the urge to drive my heel up his arse. My husband lay waiting by the dimly lit corridor..the kids had his trolley pushed to accommodate the large stereo, I later learned.
He asked no questions while I lay restless. The decadent music had long worn me out. “So, how did it go?” I imagined him speaking in that weird lilting accent of his. “Worth the effort?” I would’ve gladly pushed him out the window had it been worth my time.
I went about heating the broth for dinner; his I watered down, not that he noticed.
A postgraduate in English literature, Neelima loves the written word. Fascinated by the online medium, she is engaged in experimenting with different forms of story telling. She loves to assimilate different languages to create a new whole and is a polyglot by passion.