Monday morning and Harry was awakened by the sun shining in his eyes through his bedroom window; He had been so shattered when he arrived home the previous evening it was all he could do to climb the stairs, drop his clothes where he stood and fall into bed.
All he had covering him was a thin sheet, proving that it had been a mild night. He staggered out of bed and drew the curtains quickly, hoping that no alert neighbour of either sex was looking towards his window at that split second.
He looked at his watch and saw that he had a little time in hand, one of the advantages of living so close to work. He sped into the shower and completed his toiletries at the same time collecting a load of clothes and bedding for his washing machine downstairs. He didn't want to get behind with his housework like last week. Once again the thought of a cleaning lady crossed his mind. For some reason a vision of a large brown lady seemed to be ideal for this role.
He even managed to make himself some breakfast before setting out to walk in the sunshine to the office. It really was getting warm. The sun on his back began to make him feel even more cheerful. He had girls loving him; sun warming him and that reminded him that the cricket season was approaching. He hadn't been to practice for a couple of weeks. The main practice night was Wednesday and that again reminded him he was going to the away football match with Kate. He would have to miss practice again while he enjoyed himself at the game and fucking her afterwards. They didn't often make love; they were so intense about their lovemaking that you could only really call it fucking.
Harry got himself a coffee as soon as he arrived at the bank. He sipped it as he read through his outstanding mail, checked his e-mails and looked at his diary for the coming week. Tuesday afternoon at 'Aunty Sue's' was a definite highlight so far. He drew a line through the rest of the day after two thirty!
Once his working week began to be clear in his mind he let his thoughts wander, doodling on his note pad. He was aware of his colleagues arriving for work and answered their 'Good Mornings' automatically without noticing who the individuals were. He was idly making a sort of graph drawing on his pad with headings like 'titty fkg', 'public fkg' and 'girls'. He had also written Kate, Jan, Josie, Nadine, Sue and Cindy with half a note saying 'Sam..' when a hand gripped his shoulder. He jumped in surprise, flipping his pad over and turning around. He relaxed in relief; it was only Martin!
"Wow, you jumped like a guilty man when Mr. Plod clamps his hand on his shoulder," laughed Martin. "See you at coffee break time to compare notes, OK?"
"That's a date," said Harry. "We all saw you leaving the car park at the Rams Head with two big brown titties in full view. I want to know how you got home in one piece and, of course, what happened later!"
As Martin went to his desk Harry turned to his work, he made and received phone calls as the routine of the office swung into action. He was on the phone, talking to the foreign transactions section at Head Office, when he saw Samara come out of the Boss's office close to the counter. Old man Bates was gazing into her eyes and holding on to her hand for just that second too long for a business handshake. Samara crossed the office to her desk and sat down. Harry continued his call and then watched as Samara looked up, caught his eye and then pointed to the interview room with two fingers. Harry nodded, 'interview room, two minutes', message received and understood.
He finished the call, picked up a couple of file folders and his pad and made his way over to the interview room. In view of the invitation he didn't knock, just entered and locked the door as he smiled at Samara.
"Here I am boss, as ordered," Harry said as he stood in front of the desk. Then he lowered his voice. "I'm so happy to see you looking so good. How's things at home?"
"That's what I want to see you about Harry. Sit down and I'll tell you. So much has been happening. Before I start, are you free for lunch?"
Harry looked at Samara then made a point of looking at his diary.
"I can fit you in Miss," he grinned. "Where do you want to go?"
"Somewhere private and nearby," said Samara almost in a whisper. "I can't be away too long, as I will tell you".
Harry thought quickly. "How about picking up a couple of sandwiches each and going round to my place? Only five minutes walk each way!"
"Wonderful," said Samara, "I forgot you lived so close. Twelve thirty?"
It was agreed. Samara started to fill him in with recent events.
"Everything is going so well Harry," Samara began. "First of all I went to my parents on Saturday and told them of my problems and about my unhappiness. When I told them about being abused they immediately said I must end my marriage. My father wanted to get me a solicitor but was very pleased when I told them that I had already consulted one. We then discussed Sachin and my father said that the best solution would be to get him to return voluntarily to India, which he might do if he was given a substantial sum of money. My father said he would lend me money but when I said I might be promoted and have to move house he said I would probably have enough out of the sale to enable me to buy Sachin out."
"I went home and found Sachin there. With my parents blessing behind me I tackled him straight away. He sat there and listened to me and, wonder of wonders, he agreed with everything I said and agreed to my suggestions. He will finally agree when I offer him a sum that he thinks is reasonable. I shall not try to cheat him. As I have said, he is not a bad man. He says that he is keen to return to India."
"So, I come into work this morning and immediately I go to Mr. Bates to tell him of my changed circumstances and what I am proposing to do. He says that I'm doing the right thing and also that he may have some positive news about my next career step very soon. He said that Head Office Human Resources have been talking to him about me very recently."
During this explanation Samara had not been looking directly at Harry but rather somewhere else, especially down on to the desk between them.
"Harry?" Samara questioned, "please don't answer if you feel unable to do so but what does 'titty fkg', 'public fkg' coupled with the names Kate, Jan, Josie, Nadine, Sue and Cindy and Sam mean?"
Harry grabbed his pad and turned it over. "Just doodling Sammy", he stammered."
She looked straight at him. Harry blushed. "I'll explain at lunch time, OK?" he said. "At the same time," he smiled, "you can explain to me why dear old man Bates was holding your hand so sweetly this morning." Harry picked up his papers and left the interview room, saying "until twelve thirty" as he unlocked the door and returned to his desk.
It was just about break time so, after a detour for a piss, Harry went to the canteen in time to see Martin and Josie break apart as they heard the door. Josie grinned and said she would fetch their coffees. Harry and Martin sat down.
"So," said Harry, "no need to ask if you got your end away on Saturday night, is there? We all saw Josie's titties as you drove out the car park."
