Lawrence allowed me a simple white front hooked waist cincher.I could feel the wiggle in my steps and the jiggle now too as I mincedto the bed on the ...high stiletto heels, the nylons whispering theirfamiliar "shick-shick-shick" all the way across the room!I slipped out of the robe and laid it across the padded bench at thefoot of the lace frilled four poster bed then sat on the edge of the bedand slipped off my shoes. I gathered the lace trimmed quilt at the baseof the bed then pulled it up. Glen had often told himself and others he was an extremely fortunate man. The one blot on the horizon of their happiness was their inability to produce a child. Why this was so was a mystery because one of Glen’s colleagues, Trish, had carried out tests on them only to find there was no apparent reason why Rosemary could not get pregnant. In fact they were at the moment talking about the IVF programme, but nothing had yet been decided. When lunch time came he took the note out of the. ‘Yes’I had six days to the meeting, and now that I had hope to hold onto, I threw myself into the task.It was a home appointment, so the task was pretty clear.Hayley had kept the place spotless, and the houses I rented out were always in good condition – well repaired and nicely decorated.It wasn’t a shit-hole, but it wasn’t a home.The lounge contained just a couch and TV on a small table. Hayley’s bedroom was much the same, just a bed and a neat stack of her washing.The essentials were there,. At one of the benches sat a man, his eyes glued to the open book in his hands. The woman kept her distance, passing by on the nearby path twice, as she wrestled with her conscience. She would not usually dare to approach anyone in public, for anything, least of all a complete stranger with the intentions she had. Repeating her mantra to herself in her head, 'You can do this, you CAN do this!', she finally took a deep breath, bit back her nerves, and approached the bench.She sat opposite him,.
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