Inseparable Fiona and me, friends for almost our whole lives, her family had moved next door when we were three and we remained like sisters for the last forty seven years.
That weird thing where twins know what each other are thinking...that was us too.
We grew up during the sixties and seventies and, I thought, shared everything our fears, our loves, hates and even our first passionate kiss, as a practice run before Fiona went out on her very first real date at the tender age of sixteen, it was clumsy and childish but it was still, I suppose, our first real kiss, just two good friends trying to get through life without a manual.
I married Pete when I was twenty five and Fiona married Kyle three months later after meeting him at our wedding, we both had two kids and within a few months of each other, girly nights out, family holidays, husbands playing golf and following the football together, us two at the gym twice weekly and swimming most Sunday mornings...there was nothing we didn't know about each other.
Neither of us looked our age, why should we?...we had worked hard not to and on our nights out we often received lots of attention from much younger men....teenage boys even!
This was something we both loved and we had laughed about many times, it was very gratifying to two women of our age so we would often play along and flirt more than a little... though it never went any further.
It seemed we were at the 'top of our game' until six months ago when Fiona had tests done and believed for a whole three weeks that she was going to die from some sort of cancer, devastation, floods of tears all round and everyone's lives in absolute tatters for twenty two days until the results came back as negative, we both felt as if our life was restarted at that point, I never want to go through that again, it scared us all shitless!
After that it was almost back to normal, except, now I noticed a change in Fiona, she got a little more serious at times than I had ever known her, hard to explain but somehow 'different', after a scare like that who wouldn't be? She'll settle down again and be her old self I thought.
One warm summer night in June Fiona and I decided that enough was enough football and arranged to go see a 70's style band playing at a local venue, there was a European cup final on TV but our brains couldn't have taken one more match, and besides, we both had new dresses to show off.
Saturday night arrived and I jumped in the shower to begin the getting ready process making my entrance down the stairs ninety minutes later wearing my new pale pink strapped dress, it clung to my size 12 curves and created a real feel good factor, it also showed off my tan from last month when we all went to Turkey, added a pair of pink high heeled sandals, that always enhanced my long slim legs, with a quick spray of perfume I was ready to go just as Fiona and Kyle pulled up outside to collect me.
Both Fiona and Kyle mentioned how good I looked on the way to the gig before Kyle dropped us off, then grabbing a take-away and driving back for the boy's night in with the football.
We had ordered a taxi to take us home.
The club was busier and noisier than we had expected but after fighting our way to the bar we ordered two doubles each, to save having to go back too often, and luckily found some seats near the stage just before the band came on.
"The bartender was cute." I said as I sat down at the table.
"Yeah...... he was ok," came a very half hearted response.
"You ok?" I asked.
Fiona just nodded and carried on listening to the band
The band was made up of four guys, two that probably was, and two that definitely was not around during the era of the music they were playing.
The lead singer was a gorgeous young guy with highlighted dark hair, a great voice and sparkling blue eyes matched with a smile to die for, his whole face lit up when he smiled and I made several remarks to Fiona that appeared to go unnoticed.
The music reminded us of the nights we would go dancing before our married life and Fiona seemed to respond to this a little better laughing and giggling at our memories.
About this time, two young men walked across and asked if we would like to dance to the slow song the band had just started to play, I accepted immediately but Fiona explained that she didn't feel like it just now so I took to the floor with the guy and began to slow dance to the beautiful love song.
As I looked toward the stage I noticed the singer looking directly at me, he sang the words with his lovely smile and this, along with the sparkle in his eyes and the soft lights in the darkened room, gave me a strange feeling.
"Whoa." I thought.
As I got back to my seat I giggled and explained to Fiona what had happened,
"I was sure the singer was singing that song just to me and it actually made me feel horny and..."
Fiona stood up and said she would get the drinks as she brushed past and headed for the bar.
"What the hell is wrong with her," I wondered
As my thoughts about Fiona lingered I was startled by two men standing behind me.
"Mind if we sit here... there's no more seats in the place?"
It was the singer and the drummer, apparently his brother.
"Thanks, he said as they both sat...... its just during our break if that's ok?"
"No that's fine...really" I said
We started chatting as Fiona made her way back with the drinks and I could see a disappointed look in her eyes when she got closer before she sat, cross legged and arms folded just half listening whilst making no effort to join in as I flirted with the men.
The singer, Jason, did most of the talking he did seem to like talking about himself, his brother also sat not saying much, just having the occasional glimpse across to Fiona and smiling, then their break was up and it was back to the stage before kicking in another glam-rock hit from
