Reading Notes:
1. This is the third chapter written in collaboration with Sissy Simon(e), who was owned by my late friend, Nicola. It is published in her memory. It is a fictional series about the lives and loves of two doctors, mother Sara and her daughter Mary.
2. The events described occur on the day after Mary visited her mother, to discuss the appointment of a new nurse for the Sara's surgery practice; a practice that Mary is shortly to join as a member of the medical team.
3.All characters are 18 years of age, or older, and all interactions between characters are consensual.
"Yes, thank you Doctor Walters. I'm looking forward to meeting you too. Until tomorrow afternoon, then. Goodbye, doctor, and thank you again for this marvellous opportunity. I hope I can show you that I am a competent applicant for this vacancy."
Cee put down the receiver and beamed at the woman who was sitting next to her on the huge settee in the living room of the house that they shared.
"Your mother certainly knows what she wants!" Cee exclaimed.
"That phone call was tougher than some of the face-to-face interviews that I've had in the past! And I still have to go up there tomorrow after my shift, with my CV, and submit myself to a formal interview!"
"Well, my dear, you're so used to submitting, it should be a piece of cake!" drawled Doctor Mary Walters, Cee's lover, Owner and Mistress.
"It sounded like mam was pretty impressed with you, though," she added, leaning across to plant a congratulatory kiss on Cee's full-lipped mouth.
"Now what you need to do is to impress mam in every aspect of your interview," Mary continued, looking at her lover with a serious air.
"Your CV is perfect, and you can speak about your experiences and medical training fluently and confidently. No worries there."
"You'll be going to your interview after your early shift tomorrow, so I'd advise you to not wear your uniform. Scrubs should be perfect. They're baggy enough to prevent you from flaunting your gorgeous tits, and they show commitment in that you'll have gone to your interview straight from a long shift."
"Don't wear make-up, and for fuck's sake don't smoke on the way. My mother hates smoking and smokers, so don't go there stinking of cigar smoke."
Cee listened carefully to Mary's instructions. It was going to be hard enough to get the job in the first place. Then she and Mary would have to break the news to doctor Sara that they were lovers. It had already been decided to keep the nature of their relationship a secret. After all, as Mary had pointed out, people of her mother's generation just didn't understand or appreciate a Dominant/submissive relationship.
Whilst Cee went to make them both a cup of coffee, Mary set about loading her pipe. It was a dainty Lady churchwarden, long stemmed and with a beautifully coloured bowl. Mary preferred aromatic tobacco, and she inhaled the aroma of the unlit plug that she was using to fill the pipe's dainty bowl.
By the time Cee returned to the living room, bearing two cups of coffee, Mary was wreathed in aromatic pipe smoke, and was wondering how on earth she was going to get the opportunity to smoke when she began working with her mother. Doctor Sara was an avid anti-smoking advocate.
Cee sat next to her Mistress and lit up one of her favourite panatela cigars. For a while, the two women sipped coffee and smoked in silence. Then Cee asked,
"Is your mother likely to object if we tell her that we both smoke? If I get this job, I'll need to move up to Cwm Pechod, and it's hardly a big place, is it? Someone, somewhere is bound to spot us smoking at some point."
Mary took her pipe from between her lips, exhaled a cloud of blue smoke and looked thoughtfully at her girlfriend.
"You're right, of course," she began. "Until I can buy a house up there, I'll be living with my mother and Paul. I really am going to have to tell her about my love affair with my pipe and my aromatic tobacco!"
"Look," she continued, "let's get you the job first. Then I'll go up to see her, have a meal and a few glasses of wine, and I'll tell her. Once she knows about me, it'll be easier for her to accept you and your cigars."
"That sounds like a plan," agreed Cee, putting down her coffee cup to answer the phone, which had just started ringing.
Cee identified herself, and then said,
"Yes, she's here now. Hang on, I'll pass you over."
She handed the receiver to Mary, and whispered,
"It's the estate agent."
Mary took the handset and spoke.
"Doctor Mary Walters here."
She listened carefully and replied,
"Well I'm still working at the surgery here, so it would have to be either tomorrow, which as a Sunday, I appreciate might be a problem, or between morning and evening surgery one day next week."
The estate agent was saying something else, and Mary's brow crinkled in concentration. Then she replied,
"Well that's great. How about two o'clock? Yes? Perfect! I'll look forward to seeing you both then. Thanks for ringing. Goodbye."
She handed the receiver back to Cee, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"It seems a funeral director from Birmingham has just taken over a funeral business in town," she informed Cee.
"They need a place for the person who is going to run the business here, as the managing director is staying in Birmingham to oversee the main branch of the company there."
"They want a quick sale, there's no chain, obviously, and the estate agent says they're looking at a cash sale! She thinks that she could have everything done and dusted in four or five days, if they like this place!"
Cee jumped to her feet.
"Right," she said determinedly, "we've got some tidying, vacuuming, dusting and polishing to do! Come on, girl! Get your arse in gear!"
