.;...............To those who write negative comments, my stories are experiences from my past as written as best I can remember them now at my age and suggest they put down their own,obviously boring, experiences ;...........................
As I scolded him, he ran off not realising that I was the man he just watched with his estranged wife,
I had met Sarah through work, she was a stunning tiny woman of Indian descent. Only short, 5'2, 31 years of age, slim build, gorgeous dark eyes, long black hair and flawless caramel-coloured skin. To myself and others, she always gave the impression of being untouchable. Her demeanour was quite straightforward, she spoke her mind and could give a tongue-lashing to anyone who annoyed her. I was lucky never to have been on the end of her berating, nor her quick wit.
We met through a joint work program, working alongside with people with different roles, it was more of a public relations exercise than anything else. The program was only a month in duration whilst in my town and a six-month trial overall at all locations
We became friendly over time and she seemed more open to me than others. She would often be in her own little world, ignoring those around her. One of her friends, also of Indian descent, was a close friend to me. She confided in me, to ease my curiosity, that Sarah was married and had been having trouble with her partner. They were separated, he lived elsewhere and he would consistently harass her.
I don't know how we became close, Sarah and I, but over time we chatted many times. She wasn't as arrogant as people thought. She confided that she struggled with her marriage and this drama concerned her. Her estranged husband would bother her at home, often bang on her door, and harass her. I offered to go over one afternoon and wait until her estranged husband arrived to harass her once more.
She lived in a small two-bedroom flat, with simple furnishings and minimal decor. It was a neat place. She made tea, we discussed the situation and how it impacted her. She told me it was an arranged marriage, his parents had deceived her family about his wealth and stature in this new country. Her husband didn't work, drank excessively and gambled too much. Not something that she nor her parents accepted.
Sarah's husband didn't turn up that day. We had a pleasant afternoon to ourselves. I got to know more and more about her. We did this for one week straight. He didn't appear at all that week.
The next week, we agreed that if he turned up she would text me, as I was on duty that week and would attend in uniform. It wasn't until my second last shift of the week that I received the text that her estranged husband was banging on her door, drunk and again abusing her through it.
Arriving in stealth, no lights nor sirens, just silence. I found a short fat Indian male with a screwdriver in his hands attempting to pry open the door.
My approach startled him, " What are you doing?"
He proceeded to drop the screwdriver.
"I live here, it is my flat and it seems my wife has accidentally locked me out," he responded hesitantly.
When I knocked on the door, identifying myself, Sarah opened the door. He was apprehensive when she and I discussed the situation.
"We are separated, and he does not live here anymore!" she bellowed.
He didn't know that we knew each other. He was ushered on his way and warned that if I was called again to attend he could face charges.
Sarah was delighted, "Will you come back later?"
At the end of my shift, I arrived. Sarah had looked refreshed and very nice. She had put make-up on, was dressed in a lovely little skirt and shirt looking amazing. Upon entering the flat she hugged me, thanking me profusely. I was tempted to stay longer, though I felt it would be inappropriate and explained to her that while friends, she was still in legal terms, married.
"You need to sort this out, it could get ugly," I stated.
In my mind, I hoped that eventually, we might become more than friends. My mind started spinning overtly realising that lately, I have found myself involved with women who are married, have partners or are separated. I wondered what I had become.
Over the next few months, we would catch up when I finished work. I became quite attracted to her. It seemed that she too had begun to have some feelings towards me. She had started and was in the middle of the divorce process.
I received a text from Sarah asking if I would have dinner with her, explaining that she would cook and I could come over on a particular day. Her estranged husband had stopped bothering her and she wanted to thank me. I accepted offering that I would come by after work.
It was around this time that the initial trial program was deemed a success and all involved in the journey were asked to give their thoughts. All the location trials had now been completed and all involved were to discuss thoughts of an ongoing possibility.
As I went to her door, the aroma of a lovely cooked meal permeated through the corridor. It was intoxicating Sarah opened the door, dressed in a tight dress, which showed clearly her slim build. Her dress was short emphasising her luscious caramel tan legs wearing high heels which seemed a little too high for her.
"Wow!" I exclaimed a little too enthusiastically.
She blushed and made the first move, a slight kiss when I arrived. I think my eyes gave my thoughts away.
