ADELE
This is the third part of The Perils of Paula and I know it's a little long, I was tempted to add yet another love scene at the end but I changed my mind. Nevertheless, Adele will make a return later on as you'll see but for now, I'm happy with what I've created. I have no idea who Paula sleeps with next but I'm up for suggestions! Thank you for your patience and I hope to put out a part four very soon.
Enjoy, Shaima.
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As I mentioned in my previous account, my affair with Adele was entirely my fault and as a result, I broke up with Tayla and that did annoy me because I had a real thing for Tayla but I'm waffling so without further ado let me get back to the story.
Whenever I think about Adele the term 'lesbian wet dream' comes to mind. I'd known her for at least eighteen months, she was a customer at the salon but I'd only done her once. She was quite perky though and could talk quite openly about any number of subjects, one of which was her fifteen years spent in the Amazonian jungle with her missionary parents. Adele must have sensed that she was talking to atheists or half-arsed agnostics but typically for her, she didn't seem to notice the timid smiles when she was talking about her experiences.
Her other passion though was nursing and when I did her hair she was in nursing college and that was what we talked about that day. Some sixteen months later I overheard one of the girls at work say she'd graduated and was working at St Vincent's hospital in the city. That was about the time I was involved with Tayla and here's where it gets weird because the week we bumped into each other again I actually dreamed about her.
I was having one of those waking dreams where I was having sex with Tayla while Robert sat on the bed in front of the mirror doing up his tie. Just then the door opened and Adele walked in wearing the clothes she'd worn the morning I did her hair. I remember staring at the ceiling when I finally woke up wondering about it, they say that dreams have a meaning but mine are so random it's impossible to find any kind of meaning. I couldn't recall Adele's name, I only knew that I'd met her somewhere before.
A few days later though we bumped into each other when I took the kids into the city on the train to see a dinosaur exhibition at the National Museum and decided to grab some Thai food in the city before heading home. We hopped on at Museum Station and were just sitting down when Adele got on, she'd caught the attention of three guys who'd entered from further down the carriage. They were coming up behind her and one of them had grabbed his crotch with one hand while he patted his chest with the other. Adele glanced briefly over her shoulder and then she was looking right at me and promptly sat down on the outermost seat. The guy let go of his crotch and cracked an off colour joke as he and his mates sauntered past her.
"Ask her if she'll check out your dick," one of them chuckled.
Adele looked scared and I was certainly a little afraid, but I'm also used to these guys, most of them turn to shit if someone actually confronts them. However, I wasn't about to confront them with my kids sitting with me but the carriage was over half full so we were kind of safe but I got my oldest to change seats with her so that she was next to the window. She was wearing a pink blouse and a brown skirt, she has a light brown complexion. Her mother is part Spanish but her grandmother is Spanish. I remembered the dream then because up until then I hadn't been able to remember the name of the woman who'd walked into the bedroom.
"Oh, it's you," she stared at me,"the salon on Keilor Road?"
I pushed the memory of the dream out of my mind as I took her in.
"I think we've met before," I extended my hand, "I'm Paula."
"Adele, you did my hair."
"Now I remember," I looked at the jet black hair that fell past her shoulders, "I gave you a trim and some highlights."
"I've been back a few times since but I haven't seen you there, are you still at the salon?"
"Two or three days a week, I do a lot of work in people's homes. I get paid in cash and I can work my schedule around home duties."
"Of course," she looked at my kids.
"Oh this is Gary, David, and Elizabeth and this is one of mummy's clients, Adele," I introduced them, "are you on your way home?"
"Yeah, Ascot Vale," she smoothed out her skirt, "I've been to a church function in the city."
"Okay, I'm not a churchgoer but to each their own."
"It was okay," she glanced out the window, "I was really there to meet my boyfriend but he had to leave early so I jumped on the train."
"He didn't drop you off home?"
"I left my car at Ascot Vale and he was going to Frankston," she smiled timidly.
"Sorry, I must be boring you."
"Not really," I smiled, "to each their own."
It sounded lame but I was very aware of the three guys further down the carriage laughing and joking amongst themselves and so I asked her about this conference.
"It's been put together by a few churches to discuss ways of combating unbelief."
"So, how do they combat unbelief?"
"That's what the conference was all about," she replied, "it was kind of lost on me."
"Why's that?"
"You can't fight fire with fire," she stared out the window.
Our conversation moved onto other matters. She was the youngest child and had two brothers and a sister, the oldest brother was due to head back to South America to take a post as a missionary pilot. It seemed her entire family had been bitten by the missionary bug but our conversation was cut short when the train pulled into Ascot Vale. She made as if to get up but then the three guys who'd harassed her earlier also got up and so she sat down again.
"I think I'll get off at the next station and get a taxi back to the car."
"Why not get off at Essendon and I'll give you a lift back," I offered, "us girls have got to stick together."
Which is precisely what happened and I discovered something surprising about Adele. Her family might have the missionary fever but it had missed her entirely and I put that down to the fact she'd come back to Australia when she was fifteen, an age when you're starting to think for yourself and I well remember being fifteen. You're well on the road to adulthood but still too young to do a lot of things, legally anyway.
"Don't get me wrong, I believe but I also think that other people believe in other gods and things just as passionately as we believe in God. What if they're right and we're wrong?"
"I think in the end it comes down to what works for you," I replied as the train pulled into the station a few minutes later, "and if God really is all powerful and all knowing then we'd be fools to limit him to one belief system."
She stared at me and at first, I thought I'd crossed the line but then a crooked smile nudged the corners of her mouth.
"I wish you'd been at that conference, that's the wisest thing anyone's said all day."
Our friendship was born at that moment but I had no idea at the time and after I dropped her off at her car I kind of joked that perhaps she should make another hair appointment.
"You don't have to come to the salon," I looked at her, "I do more house calls than salon work."
"Okay, sounds good."
We exchanged details and she left, I honestly didn't expect her to call back because she seemed almost anxious to get away and I know how busy nurses get but three days later I got a call from her, she was on her way home.
"I've got a free day on Friday."
