"Don't worry Tamara." She almost purred in her ear. "I know it's gonna be fine." Her voice had become so soft it was almost angelic to the ears and a warm sleepy feeling fell over Tamara as she uttered "Is it?"
"Yea of coarse it is" She came a little more sprightly and sat up. "Without you realizing it you've stumbled on his wildest fantasy!"
"He was so anxious about sharing it with you in case you rejected him, well now you have a dam good reason to share it with him, and who knows what amazing things it could lead to, things that most couples would never dare try because they're too bound by convention and would rather live out a lie." "But you two!" "The world's gonna be your oyster with this one Tamara."
"But one thing at a time." Piped Tamara slowly.
"Well, yes." "But don't forget what I said."
"What were that?" To Tamara quite a lot had been said that evening.
"Well, that this is his thing so forget the guilt trip, flip it around and own it!" "Use it to tease and seduce him." " You have the power Tamara!" "And besides, he will love that."
Tamara was still and silent, absorbing and musing over Amelia's words, the idea that cheating on her soon to be husband could be something other than a disastrous mistake still seemed a bit unreal to her, and she bobbed like a cork between the excitement and thrill of having been with another, and the love and security of her relationship with Simon, the institution that was the marriage they were about to embark on. She felt those two ships coming together as she straddled the two of them, as yet unsure of her footing, the ocean under her a great unknown beneath the mass of those grey hulks, that were like ginormous great clogs beneath the soles of her feet.
Amelia continued to caress Tamara's soft fine hair, staring wistfully, contemplatively in the direction of the curtains well after her little pep-talk. Then suddenly aware of her surroundings she looked down at Tamara fast asleep on her lap, little snips of air being channelled through her nostrils, her face tight but at the same time relaxed, as if some deeper realm was yet to be breached, some small remnant of her conscious self still holding on to the illusion of the world. And Amelia soon followed, both carked out together on the sofa.
