Chapter 6 Alison's Friends Indulge
MEANWHILE in AMSTERDAM... THE CROMPTON AFFAIR The Hotel Queen Wilhelmina
Isabel Crompton awoke and for a few moments could not think where she was. Then the memories flooded back and Isabel was unsure as to whether she should be astonished, appalled and mortified or satisfied, satiated and smug. Her husband Edward was still fast asleep in the other king-size bed.Hmm, she thought, he would be annoyed, angry, unbelieving and dismissive. She decided not to mention it.
In a way he was to blame. Mentioning to him that over the past few weeks James Fontwell and Alison Furse were seeing rather more of each other, than one would have expected if he was just handling her investments. Isabel had suggested that James was probably handling more than those. She ventured that when Alison had told Edward that James had given her total satisfaction, it probably meant that James had invested something in her. Edward had become annoyed, told her not to be so crude, at her time of life, 78 yrs of age she should know better. Alison and James were past that sort of thing. "Good God woman." He had said, "Use your common sense. Like us, both would have given up on sex years ago."
Isabel had thought to herself that he had proved to be past it, but she had often dreamed of enjoying making love again. Now this!
They had flown to Amsterdam from Manchester, Edward had a controlling interest in a small brewery and the large Dutch firm of Amstel had made enquiries concerning taking over the firm of 'Hobson's Choice Ales and Stout' Brewery of Fallowfield.