"And Fanny comes around your place?"
"Yeah, on days when Jase is not working."
"Where do you live?"
" 3 knotts Plaza. We have a flat there." Lenny was quick to reply; obviously a practiced response.
"Hey that's interesting Lenny. Maybe fanny will be moving in very soon. "
The sarcasm was lost on Lenny. "I hope so, Mister, I hope so."
"Bye Lenny, maybe we can chat again sometime."
"Bye mister", echoed in my ears as I strode off toward my car; my purchase intentions forgotten with this news swirling in my brain.
I sat in my car trying to collect my thoughts. Finally determining what to do, I pulled out my phone; rang work. "Hi Alison, I won't be back in today. I have a personal problem at home." I clicked off. Who is this guy Jase? I knew Myfanwy had someone working in the garden. I had never met him. I could not recall what Myfanwy had said about him but I just imagined he would be some old Dad from somewhere. Shit, if he was a friend of Shayde's he could be pretty dodgy. I never liked Myfanwy mixing with that lot. They were skanks and losers.
Shit, I suddenly thought she had a six pack and sushi, she was buying him lunch and a liquid one as well. Myfanwy is so small she could get pissed on half a glass. I thought that I would better get home tout suite.
I started my Subaru and began the sad journey home. My heart was pounding in my chest. "What has happened? How could this happen? Our lives at the moment are normal, at least I thought so. I am not doing massive amounts of overtime. I am there for her. We have a great time. I buy stuff for her. We have all these plans....or did; we haven't spoken a lot about them lately. She's had this damn cystitis, started with that yeast infection. Hang on that is been going on a while......
Thinking back through the humdrum of life, the minute, the inconsequential suddenly loom into significance. My perception of events has now been reset by my encounter with Lenny. Why did she do this, why did she say that?
I drove up our street and stopped short of our property. For a young married couple with no children, we had an absurdly large house and grounds. It was a legacy of Myfanwy's strange broken family. It had once been the family home with her two younger sisters, Annaliese and Bryony. Her Mother and father had split so many years before when Myfanwy would have been about 13 or 14. Her father had been some high powered brilliant lawyer, her mother some kind of account exec in a business services outfit; a super bean-counter. She had no imagination and a very bad temper. She hated me; I didn't care but she was hard on her girls especially Myfanwy the eldest. She was small like Myfanwy but a real tartar.
I only met the old man once before he died; he seemed affable enough. He had little to do with the girls after he left, although Myfanwy had once been his favourite. The house came to Myfanwy curtesy of his will and it was never challenged by Myfanwy's sisters. They did get a lot of the contents including very expensive artworks. The house seemed over the top to us. Myfanwy was the first of the girls to get married; she got it through guilt, I guess. She had been devastated when he left and even more so when he died.
There was a lot about the family I never fully understood and Myfanwy was very sensitive about. Myfanwy's Mum was a piece of work. Myfanwy once showed me an old photo she had found of her Mum completely naked when she was a young married woman. She found it by accident hidden with a group of photographs in a trunk in the attic. Myfanwy did not show and would not talk about the other photos except there was another of a young man and not her father. The nude photo was quite brazen; her mother was beautiful and dark when she was young; the opposite of Myfanwy.
She displayed a wild bush, typical of the 80's, plainly visible with her legs posed slightly apart. She was lounging with one leg propped up, her ample boobs lolling to the side. Her wedding ring was visible in the photo. She was holding her hand as if she was making a point of displaying it. I have to say I felt a lot more sympathy for the father when I saw that. Whenever I saw Myfanwy's mother from there on I would amuse myself thinking what lay under her clothes. She must have noticed me looking at her that way but never said anything. It certainly did not help our relationship.
Apparently there used to be battles royal before her parents split. They were as violent as each other. Finally her Dad couldn't take it any longer and just abandoned the family. It was hurtful and she claimed the girls weren't his. She also claimed he was having some affair. It all wasn't necessarily true of the father but there were obvious doubts about the mother. Anyway, Myfanwy's striking colouration clearly came from her father, and except for her height looked like a female version of him. The sisters looked more like her mother. Maybe that's why we got the house. Like I said, I only met him once but I did like him. He was fascinated with my career and had a deep love for the environment. I wished we could have got to know one another. Despite having a temper himself he was not the disciplinarian that the mother was. I think Myfanwy always missed the affection he had obviously given her.
I walked up the asphalt foot path then through our rusty iron gates; kind of permanently open. I felt a little guilty. With an old house comes a high level of maintenance. Our young selves could not really afford the time and money for this. It needed someone with a passion but Myfanwy clung to it in the memory of a time when the family was together and happy; well at least through her rose tinted specs. That's why we had to get the help. Myfanwy would be paying through her income. I hope she had a good deal. 'Good deal,' that's a laugh, I thought. Maybe she has sold herself for it. Anyway I made a mental note to check the bank statements.
I looked around. There was no one working in the garden but there were signs of recent activity. The lawns had been mown and the leaves swept from the drive and around the trees. I could hear music coming from inside; Nondescript; sounded like a local station playing some retro schmaltz.
The big red Edwardian front door was open so I just trucked on into the big hall. On my right was a large double sliding door that opened the hall into the large living area and kitchen; a legacy of some earlier modernisation.
As I turned into the living room, there in front of me, it was all on. Myfanwy was standing in front of, who I supposed to be Jase, looking up into his eyes; a look that was formerly my preserve.
Despite the pounding in my chest the adrenalin kept me reasonably calm. The sliding doors were pulled right back so I leaned against the jamb. They were so engrossed in each other, they didn't notice me. I had moved slowly and carefully so I probably didn't catch their peripheral vision.
I sized him up. He did not have his shirt on, which is natural I suppose, because the day was warm and he had been working hard. He was certainly good looking, a killer dude I guess. The girls would go for him but I was right, He had the hallmarks of being dodgy. This guy had been in a scrap or two. He had that type of rough attractiveness. It did not phase me, I am pretty confident in my body. My Dad had introduced me to his passion, in martial arts. Apart from basketball, I was never one for team sports; my physical stuff was in and around the gym. Weights, boxing, even gymnastics. I could look after myself when it came to adversity.
Myfanwy? Well? Emotionally I just was not as confident as my physical side. We'll see.
I kept real still and just watched expecting them to notice me anytime. They were so wrapped up in each other they did not notice me at all. Myfanwy had her hands on his chest as she reached up to kiss him. Jase the ace stooped down and I could see his tongue as he searched her lips and part them. She lunged obviously reciprocating accompanied with long moan of passion. He slipped out and began working her neck. Ah, he knew that as her hot point. The moan came again, her eyes tight as she tipped her neck for him to have space to play.
His right hand slipped down pressing her frock into her mons and he began massaging. Myfanwy thrust back and with one hand she worked the buttons at the neck of her frock loose enough to expose a breast. Her large erect pink nipple could be seen contrasting against the blue green of the pattern fabric. With both her hands she grasped Jase's head and pulled it toward the nipple and swiftly he sucked it in and Myfanwy gasped audibly. She stepped back; released some hooks on her back. She shook her shoulders and the entire frock dropped to her feet . She worked her arms as it fell speeding its fall.
The frock was one that I had never seen before and who knew that she was also wearing expensive scarlet lace and silk panties underneath. I had never seen these. Did Jase buy them for her? Did she buy them on the sly? This was all a revelation to me.
Myfanwy shook her tits provocatively. Even I stirred from my distance, as those fully aroused nipples stood from her slightly puffy pink areolas. I couldn't help but notice the red blush, the marks on her breasts and an abrasion on her butt, Her pale skin betrayed some vigorous past sex.
