A proposition
She smoothes her skirt and eases in behind the table, sitting at my right, her skirt flaring across my leg and her hand ON my leg.
“He’ll bring them over. I said you’d pay.” She is now SO close.
“Of course.” I say
“Angelique,” she smiles that lovely smile.
“Richard.”
“Richard, Couer de Lion!”
Her hand is moving up my leg, I like it.
“This drink, then up to your room?”
“Not tonight, I have a meeting at the British Embassy.”
“Tomorrow?”
“I’m lecturing in the theatre here tomorrow ... daytime.”
“Can I come?” She asks.
“Of course.” I say.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
Methinks that Russian beauty had you marked down as a high roller Richard! Good for your street cred at the lecture maybe... or maybe not? 😁
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Richard Hunt about 3 years ago
She was Romanian. I think the problems with trying to write this as Drabbles are (a). This is a real account of what really happened, and there are bound to be sections of ‘information’, which everyone will find ‘boring’ (b) I have no idea if anybody is reading them , only if they mark them , (c) What I have read so far all seem to include lascivious detail, which are not always appropriate ... The next episode would have been the rather worrying walk to the embassy, but I am not sure I can bother.
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Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
Oh surely a ‘rather worrying’ embassy walk has plenty of potential for drama and a smile?
