I didn't go overboard with my clothes and makeup for dinner with Andrew. I wanted him to see a woman, okay a sexy woman, but I wanted him to realise I was in control of my life. I wore a knee length dress with a high neck, sort of sophisticated, in a dull way. My shoes had a 2 inch heel, and I wore a nice little cardigan.
"Jesus, are you going to church?"
"Lucy, I told you I'm meeting Andrew for dinner tonight. Anyway, I think it looks smart."
"Jackie, get in here. I think Gina has bumped her head."
Jackie looked me up and down and started laughing, which started Lucy off. Now I didn't want to start snapping at them, it would just make things worse. I went to my room and slammed the door, and the laughing increased! The door opened after a few minutes.
"Can we come in?" Jackie asked.
They sat either side of me for a while.
"I just want him to see I can do, smart. I mean all he ever saw was my ass and long legs sticking out of my skirts."
"Why are you worried, hell he knows you are a woman. Okay you were a complete slut when he saw you when you were younger, but fucking hell, if you want to get him into bed you know what he likes."
I took a deep breath.
"Lucy, this is not about getting him into bed. Anyway do you think I want him after his little love affair with you?" I snapped.
"Oh so that's it is it? You are fucking jealous. Grow up Gina, you want him you always have, and he always wanted you. Put on your sexiest dress and make him beg for it."
I sat there keeping my temper under control. She didn't know me at all. She is still a thick blonde bimbo. I watched her fat ass wriggle its way out of my room.
"Look, Lucy told me everything about Andrew, her, and Maria. My god, that was years ago, does it fester in your brain? Gina, just forget about the past. Like Lucy said, go and make him beg for it, you know you want to."
"But, he was my stepfather, I knew it was wrong at the time, now I should be more grown up about things like that," I said.
"Jesus, you would have let him fuck you back then. Just go back to being a slut for the night, and then you can get him out of your system."
So I got changed and stood looking at the slut in the mirror. I wasn't that bad really, I just put on a tight black dress with a flared hem with pink edging that finished halfway up my thighs, honey coloured tights, pink high heels, and a little more makeup than normal. Shit, I did look like a tart, and Andrew would notice straightaway!
"Now that is much better," Jackie said.
Lucy gave me a little whistle as I turned round. I suppose this was more me than the church outfit. I just hoped Andrew would like it.
"Right we'll meet you later, unless you decide to bring him back here," Jackie said, as she picked up her coat.
I looked at Lucy. I think she knew what I was thinking. She walked up to me and rubbed my arm.
"I'm not bothered, besides you always did like my cast-offs," she said with a smile.
So there I was in the flat on my own. I had butterflies in my stomach and my heart was racing. The phone rang a few minutes later. My heart sunk.
"No, I understand, maybe some other time."
I put the phone down and flumped in the chair. Andrew's mum had gone into hospital after falling over, she had knocked herself out, and so he couldn't make dinner. I cracked open a bottle of vodka, I was just about to phone the girls and tell them I would meet them later when the doorbell rang.
"What do you want, is Kelly okay?"
Martin nodded.
"Yeah, she is asleep, mum is with her. She wants me to talk to you, about the flat."
I let him in and poured myself another large drink.
"Look you know dad died last month?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry."
"Well mum said that she wants me and Sue to move in here. She said you should tell Lucy and Jackie to find somewhere else. She'll give them until the end of the year."
I sighed, and took a big swig of vodka. I suppose I couldn't hang on to the flat forever.
"Okay, I suppose they have 4 months to find somewhere."
"Are you going out? You look, nice."
"Yeah, I'm meeting Lucy and Jackie later. Are you going out?"
He gulped and shook his head. I poured him a drink.
"So, how are things with, Sarah?" I asked.
"Her name is Sue."
I sighed again, "I know I was just being a bitch."
I sat down on the kitchen chair and crossed my legs. Martin's eyes flicked to my thighs.
"You always were good at that, being a bitch with mum and dad."
I could see a slight tremble in his hand as he lifted the glass to his lips.
"And to you when I found out what you planned, God Martin, stop staring at my legs, I'm not your wife anymore, go stare at hers," I said coldly.
"She has gone out, with her friends," he said, and then gulped his drink.
I couldn't resist it now. The way he just stood there with a slight bulge in his trousers and his red face amused me.
"So, I hear she likes to play your little game."
I let my right shoe drop to the floor. It echoed round the kitchen. I looked down at my toes and I spread them. I knew without looking Martin was staring at them too.
"Do you like my new varnish? Hot pink it's called," I purred.
I swung my leg up from its crossed position, and I pressed it slowly on the growing lump in his trousers. He groaned a little and we both watched the nylon slide over my toes as my foot moved over his bulge.
"Gina, stop it," he said, with a gulp.
"Do you really want me to, or are you just saying it because you think you should?" I asked with a chuckle.
