For Sarah....
"Good Morning, Marriot hotel Aylesbury, Graeme Orr Speaking" Standard telephone greeting for Assistant Manager Graeme Orr (Me) on what was to be anything but a standard telephone call.
"Hi Honey" it was Jane – my wife of 4 years. In fact today was our fourth anniversary. We had planned a long weekend, Jane and I had both had today (Friday) and Monday booked off work and were planning on heading up to Scotland for a romantic break. That plan had been delayed when, early last week, a visit from our new divisional sales manager was announced. Nothing heavy – a basic meet & greet – but attendance was mandatory. My leave was cancelled but a compromise agreement with my boss was to "escape" around 12:30 as soon as our visitor was gone.
"You Ok?" it was a little unusual for Jane to call at work without good reason, "You sound a little odd?"
"I just wanted to thank you for this morning" She purred, a contended tone to her voice. She had woke me this morning with some oral before riding me cowgirl style very nice, and if truth be told, a little unusual (Jane is a bit on the prudish side). Nearly late for work I had to get out the house in double quick time.
"You are very welcome – thank you" – I replied.
"Dave would like to thank you too" She said with a sigh and a pause. At first neither the name, nor the implication registered.
"You know Dave – your little friend from the internet" My heart stopped, stomach turned, anyone watching would have seen the blood visibly drain from my face.
Her tone had now changed, hard and in control "You must listen to me, Say nothing, Do not hang up, and Do not come home."
"Dave?" I tried to sound questioning but I knew, and She knew, who we were talking about.
"Yes Dave – He's currently cleaning out my dirty cunt" and a pause "What's wrong Honey, Didn't you think I had it in me?" Frankly No I didn't I had never even heard say the "C" word before what the fuck was happening.
"Oooooohhhhhhh" She moaned "Jesus this guy knows what a tongue is for"