'Well, I got there,' says Bram, 'and she had her two satellites of girlfriends with her, those hangers-on and yes-men, you know the type, and I asked her if we could talk in private for a minute. Those two bitches reluctantly left the room, and then I told Bianca that it was over as far as I was concerned. Definitely. It wasn't easy to get through to her,' Bram sighs, 'it never is, but I do believe it eventually settled down.' He still has some doubts about that, somewhere in the back of his mind he has the vague feeling that it's not over yet. As for Bianca that is. He himself is team Iris, no doubt about it.
Bram had indeed driven straight to Bianca's parents' house, on the way there he had realized with surprise that he had never really felt anything for Bianca.
Upon entering, he'd found Bianca's best friends, circling Bianca as usual, twisting and turning to please her.
And there sat Bianca, it was as if he had just now seen her for the first time: big head of blond hair from a bottle, lots and lots of make-up, her so-called beauty clearly coming mainly from jars. Large (fake) breasts, nose job, and rather small, or 'petite' as she preferred to call it.
Bram had asked her if he could talk to her in private, but Bianca hadn't taken him seriously at first and patted the seat next to her on the couch, like he was a lap dog. Which he probably was in her eyes. But he had stood his ground and the friends had scuttled off to the swimming pool in the garden. As soon as they had disappeared he had told Bianca bluntly that he was ending the relationship, but it didn't seem to sink in at first. After he had made it clear to her in no uncertain terms that it was really over, she had become very angry and had scolded him. Apparently the message had now landed. He had turned and left.
After he left, Bianca furiously threw an expensive porcelain vase across the room. Oh great, was housekeeper Esmeralda's first thought, of course I can clean that up again.
The two sent-away girlfriends had sped in through patio doors in terror at the noise, half tripping on their stiletto heels. Bianca had been swearing and screaming and telling them that she had dumped Bram. Not the other way around of course, Bianca is not someone to be dumped.
Upon returning home, Bram noticed that his studies were suddenly going smoothly, dumping Bianca had been a good move, something he should have done ages ago.
He suddenly has to laugh. "I don't think she liked being dumped, I was just out the door, on my way to my car, when I heard a hellish noise, it sounded like a vase breaking, there are some very large porcelain vases, antiques I believe.'
'Hm, her parents will be happy about that,' Iris chuckles. 'And the housekeeper, Esmeralda,' Bram laughs, 'she always has to clean up the mess.'
There is a moment of silence, they both sip some of their wine. Then Bram stretches his arm over the table and takes her hand, looking deep into her eyes.
'So if that's what you want, I'm all, one hundred percent yours,' he says with a sweet smile.
Iris struggles to resist the beautiful blue eyes and the sexy curl that of course takes this moment to fall over his forehead, and replies 'Are you sure, won't you immediately run back to Bianca when she calls you?'
'No way,' says Bram from the bottom of his heart, 'never, ever again!'
Iris smiles, he can see she believes him and a feeling of relief and happiness flows through him. 'Then yes, please,' she says, smiling from ear to ear, and vows to make him forget there ever was a Bianca in the first place.
The latter is a concern. By the way, Bianca is quite dangerous in her way, she goes to great lengths to prevent herself from being thwarted, so be careful, Bram tells her. He shows her a picture of Bianca so she knows what she looks like. Iris sees a young woman with platinum hair and large breasts, both clearly fake, and a sharp line around her mouth that indicates she's used to getting her own way.
They decide to keep a low profile for the time being when they are together, which is not a problem for either of them, they are not that fond of nightclubs and house parties, Bianca's favorite pastime.
They are content with walks in the woods and regular visits to the Irish pub, and they also have no trouble having a great time together in their respective apartments as has been proven.
'What shall we do,' Iris asks at a certain point, 'are we having another glass of wine here, or are we going back, I happen to have a few nice beers in the fridge.' 'Happen to have' my ass, Bram thinks with amusement, he suspects foul play again. He is right.
'That beer sounds delicious,' he says and then, with a mischievous look, 'do you have anything to go with it?' 'Yes I have,' Iris chuckles, and takes a condom from the inside pocket of her coat.
When they leave the pub, Bram looks around with caution again, you never know with Bianca.
