Just so you know dear readers, this is a work of fiction.
I wrote it for fun and I hope you read it for fun!
It has an Australian context, so I apologise to those who don't understand, 'Stralian'!
Many have commented on my propensity to not end my stories to their satisfaction, but that is how I usually write, leaving the reader to imagine. I hope in this story, I have given those readers enough closure to satisfy them!
Enjoy!
When The Bastard Is A Nice Guy
Before the marriage:
She was into sales when he first met her. He had come home from college and was spending the summer holidays with his folks. It was his first year at uni and he didn't do the usual student escape to the beach. He loved his parents and decided to spend the holidays with them. Besides, he kind of owed them. They were after all, paying his tuition fees.
The doorbell rang and he raced downstairs to open it. There, in glorious splendour was an angel. - Carrying a cane basket. -With an Avon badge. "Hi. I'm Melinda, your local Avon representative. Is the lady of the house at home?" Ben was speechless. "Umm, sure. I'll get my mum. Mum, it's Melinda, the Avon representative," he yelled up the stairs.
"Right Ben. Be down in a minute. Ask her in."
"OK. Umm, come in Melinda. I'll take you to the lounge." Ben showed her the way and they both sat down. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was impeccably dressed and made up as if she was ready for a night on the town, not in a slutty way, but in a professional way, as if she was off to an opera performance. Her long brown hair was carefully tied back. The shadow she used on her eyes accentuated the greenness of them. It was these eyes which stared back at him with a hint of amusement.
"So, do you often take to staring speechlessly at women, umm Ben, was it?" Melinda asked with a hint of a smile.
"Umm. No. Oh sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. Yes, it is Ben. It's just that you surprised me. I wasn't expecting someone like you at the door. Oh God. That didn't sound right, did it? When I say that, I mean, you really are very beautiful and it took me by surprise. Sorry."
By this time Melinda was having trouble holding back her chuckles. "It's OK Ben. I am usually greeted by the women of the houses I visit. Most of them know me, but this is a new neighbourhood for me. I am expanding my area. I dress like this so that I can sell my products more easily. I am, after all, selling beauty products." She then paused and seemed to stare at Ben in the same way he was staring at her so embarrassingly before. This time she seemed a little uncomfortable. "So how come you are here? Do you go to LittleMount High?"
"No. I used to, but now I am studying accounting and business at Perth Uni. First year. I am just home for the summer vacation.
At that point, Mary, Ben's mum, came in. She briefly studied the two youngsters and greeted Melinda. "Hi, I'm Mary Jefferson, Ben's mum. And you're?"
"Hi Mary. I'm Melinda and I'll be your Avon representative," stated Melinda as she stood to shake Mary's hand. "It's lovely to meet you. I hope I can interest you in some of our new products, but if not, I will leave a brochure behind and see you again next week." They both sat down beside each other on the larger lounge seat and left Ben sitting rather awkwardly on his own. This was women's business and he was way out of his league.
The two women were discussing in depth the pros and cons of some sort of lipstick which Melinda magically produced from her cane basket. There followed a similar process with a whole range of beauty products which, again, Melinda produced from her basket. It seemed that she had samples of the whole catalogue in that basket.
"She must have everything in there," Ben mused. "It must take some effort lugging that basket around the streets and still look so perfect."
Mary interjected his thoughts. "Ben, could you get us some cool water. Melinda, I'll take each of these," she said as she isolated some of the products.
"Mary what usually happens is that you order them with me now and I will get them from my supplier. I will then deliver them next week, along with the new catalogue. I aim to visit each week, especially during the school break."
Ben couldn't help thinking, "She's going to be here again next week? Cool!"
The ladies said their goodbyes and Ben led Melinda to the door.
"Maybe see you again next week Ben," Melinda said with a hint of promise. "I'll try not to surprise you so much then."
"Umm, sure Melinda. Sorry about my rudeness. It's a d... See you then." He closed the door before he could embarrass himself further as she walked back down the path. Ben stared at her through the glass door insert as she rounded the gate to the next house. Her ass looked divine. Actually, all of her looked divine. She was dressed and made up to look like a professional businesswoman with all the confidence in the world. It was the cane basket which was the anomaly. Yet she must be almost the same age as himself. He was nineteen, so she must be eighteen, if she was not yet at Uni. Melinda seemed to pause suddenly and glance back to Ben's house. "Did she just do that?" Ben thought.
"She seems like a lovely girl," Mary called out. "I think she will do very well in this neighbourhood. It is great that she carries all of the items in the sales catalogue. Sometimes it's hard buying something just from the small picture in a brochure. I tell you, she has the poise and confidence of a real saleswoman and the looks to go with it." Mary glanced knowingly at Ben, "Don't you think?" she laughed. "You couldn't keep your eyes off her the whole time she was here. I think I even saw your tongue hang out and a bit of drool escaping your lips!" This time she was in full on gasping chuckles.
"Yes, umm. Oh, come on mum. I wasn't that bad, was I?"
"Just joking son. She is very pretty though. I am sure you will meet her again next week. She said she walks this neighbourhood every Tuesday, in case you're interested." Again, the chuckles as she disappeared upstairs, leaving Ben to his thoughts. Thoughts of an angel named Melinda.
The week dragged on. Ben had promised to take care of all of the yard work while he was at home. His parents also had a wish list with myriads of maintenance-type projects for him to complete if possible. He attacked these with vigour. Although he was a 'booky' type of kid when he was younger, he was always by his dad's side when he was fixing this, or mending that. This gave him a set of hands-on skills which came in very useful at times. At uni, he was actually known as, 'Mr Fixit'. Many of his friends would come to him if their bikes needed fixing, or their bed needed adjusting. His own bed didn't need adjusting, however. His friends approached the whole freedom of uni life with gusto, dating every person at will and sleeping with anyone willing. Ben focussed on his studies. His parents worked hard to pay for his tuition and he felt honour bound to not waste their money and trust. Not that he was a saint. He dated some women and even had sex with a couple, but it wasn't why he was there. He managed to keep the new-found freedom in perspective.
He was up a ladder, hot and sweaty, cleaning the front gutters, when the angel appeared again.
"Hi Ben," she said from behind him.
It was all he could do to not fall off the ladder as he turned to face her. "Oh, hi Melinda," he replied. "Mum's inside. I'll go get her." He managed to climb down the ladder with some dignity and face Melinda.
"I surprised you again, didn't I?" she asked amusingly. "I promised that I wouldn't do that this time. Sorry."
"Yes, you did. But it was a pleasant surprise." Ben couldn't believe that he just said that. She seemed to like what he said however and Ben felt emboldened. After his mum and Melinda had completed their business, Ben met Melinda as she was leaving. "Umm, Melinda, I hear that the 'Extras' cafΓ© sells the best cream donuts in town. Could I take you there one day?" Ben could feel the blood draining from his face as he asked the question.
Melinda looked at his eyes for just the shortest second, smiled the most beautiful smile that Ben had ever seen, and answered, "Why sure, kind sir. Here is my phone number. Call me next week. This week I am fairly busy with my street rounds." She gave Ben a card, all printed very professionally, with her details. Melinda Hines, Avon Representative, 0403178211.
Ben took the card as if it was a precious treasure. He was still looking at it when Melinda exited the yard. A brief glance back and that smile again and she was gone.