9-30 a.m. on a Saturday morning and Noel stood in the Adelaide Airport arrival lounge watching the approach of the flight from Sydney through the wide expanse of glass.
The aircraft banked to line up with the runway and Julia, sitting in a window seat, saw the houses below racing past. There was a bump, a squeal of wheels on tarmac and the aircraft began to slow and then taxi towards the lounge.
It was nearly four years since Noel had left home, in part at least to put distance between him self and Julia. His visits home since then had been infrequent and brief. They had both understood why this had been so, but now she was to spend a fortnight with him at the cottage.
To be with her again for a length of time was something he had both longed for and yet dreaded. He wondered why she had chosen to come and visit him knowing the risk they ran, but then, perhaps for her the fires of passion and died.
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He saw her among the passengers as they approached along the glassed-in walkway. Even then he knew that if the fire had died for her, it had not done so for him.
She stood out among the others, walking elegantly and yet so relaxed, a small in-flight case in her hand. Around five feet eight in height, her long legs well defined in her cream coloured pant suit, her long dark hair framing a heart shaped face was swinging slightly as she walked.
Her beauty drew attention. The men looked at her lustfully and the women enviously. She looked to be in her late twenties; it was hard to believe that she was now forty one.
The arrivals seem to burst into the lounge and into arms of waiting relatives and friends. There was much hugging and kissing. Julia was looking around for him. He waved, she saw him, and in seconds they were embracing.
She said softly, "I've missed you so much, darling," and then pressed her body close to him; he felt the swell of her breasts and the pressure of her lower belly against his, her subtle perfume tantalising his nostrils. Her soft moist lips touched his; they kissed and the kiss went on for so long the people around started to stare, and grinning, nudge each other.
At that moment Noel knew his premonition had been right; the next fortnight would be something of a mini-hell of frustrated desire for her. In a few seconds she had brought on the old hunger, his penis hardening, his mind reeling.
Becoming aware of the attention they were attracting Noel broke from the kiss and pointed saying, "We pick up your luggage over there, I'll go and get a trolley."
He was still breathing heavily as he brought the trolley to the luggage carousel. They plucked her suitcases off and headed for the car park and Noel's car, and loading the cases into the boot he said, "I've only managed to get a week off work because I've only worked for them less than a year, so it's the best I could do."
"A pity darling," she replied, "but I'm a big girl so I can look after myself; besides, I've only been here once on that flying visit with your father when we came to your graduation, so if I can get into Adelaide I'd like to take a look around."
They drove out of the airport and turned right on to Burbridge Road. Arriving at the CBD they made their way along Grote Street to Victoria Square and turning left entered King William Street. Passing through North Adelaide they proceeded into the suburbs along the Main North Road to the town of Gawler, and there turning right onto the Barossa Valley Highway they got to Sandy Creek, turned right at the pub, and thirty seconds later were in the drive of Noel's cottage.
Julia had only seen the cottage briefly when she and her husband, Burton, had come over for Noel's graduation. It was of late nineteenth century vintage and although substantially built had been somewhat dilapidated when she had seen it.
Burton who was buying the place for Noel said it was the worst investment he had ever made, but nevertheless came across with the money, commenting as he did so, "Don't expect any more from me until after I'm dead."
Since then Noel, partly with skilled tradesmen and partly through his own work, had renovated the place. As Julia looked at it now she commented, "Well it looks a lot different from the last time I saw it, what's it like inside?"
They stowed Julia's luggage in the bedroom she was to occupy and then Noel proudly showed her the newly fitted out bathroom, toilet and kitchen. They ended up in the kitchen and Noel made them a cup of tea.
Sitting at the kitchen table Julia said, "I've got something to tell you, and I thought I'd better come and say it to you face to face, so I might as well get it over now."
Noel realised this had to be something serious so he asked a trifle anxiously, "What is it?"
"Your father and I have separated."
There was a long pause, and then Noel said, "Its been coming to this for a long time, hasn't it?"
"Yes," Julia replied, "for a long time, perhaps too long."
"So this is it," Noel thought, "this is why she's come to see me."
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It certainly had been a long time coming. At the age of fifteen Julia, influenced by the models she saw on television, thought the women must lead glamorous lives. She announced her intention of becoming a fashion model.
Her parents, almost totally ignorant of the dog eat dog world of fashion modelling, and knowing they had a daughter of rare beauty, agreed that modelling would be a good career for her. They scraped together their limited financial resources and enrolled Julia in "The Chic Modelling Academy."
At the Academy she learned to stand and walk properly, how to wear clothes to best advantage, and above all, how to look sexy. The one slogan constantly dinned into the students' heads was, "Sex sells."
When Julia walked out along the catwalk at her graduation she was under the eye of people from the fashion industry and the rag trade in general. They were on the look out for promising talent.
Julia, despite the best endeavours of the Academy to rid her of the unfortunate trait, combined with her beauty a look of virginal innocence. She caught the eye of several viewers, but one eye in particular; that of Burton Beresford.
Burton had his financial fingers in several fashion house pies and it would be true to say that almost immediately he had become enamoured of Julia.
The other girls were destined to sign up with agencies and to await whatever jobs they could get in a competitive market. Not so with Julia. Burton was determined to keep her under his eye, and she had a continuous stream of jobs in the fashion houses that Burton had a financial interest in. He was present every time Julia went along the catwalk.