One of the reasons that Marcia delayed Tony’s visit to the police was that she wanted to speak to him first. She wanted the full story from Tony... it was the least he could do. Then she would get Paolo to give his version to check consistency, and anything Tony didn’t know or hadn’t said... it was the least he could do.
Tony was remarkably open as, despite their usual marital hostilities, he told Marcia everything that had occurred, including his refusal to say anything to the police and the speeding ticket... and most surprisingly, how it had affected him.
At 9am, two police officers arrived at the security gates for the exclusive housing estate. Answering the intercom, Marcia wasn't about to invite them in. They asked for Tony to accompany them to the police station. Indicating that Tony was not available right then, she told the police that he would attend Walthamstow Police Station at Midday with his solicitor.
This didn’t suit the officers, but Marcia didn’t give them any choice in the matter; she just switched off the intercom. She didn’t like police and her whole manner in dealing with them let them know in no uncertain terms.
Paolo came out of his room fifteen minutes later, having put on the clothes he'd arrived in. The atmosphere was weirdly matter-of-fact in the kitchen. Tony still slept upstairs and Paolo said he needed to go home to change and would take the train and maybe see Tony at his office later if he was going there. To that end he wrote a note for Tony.
Marcia made him another coffee, but in all other respects she was quite cool towards him. He really was confused... and maybe he'd been used, twice!
Paolo needed to get away, fast.
Maybe the age gap made the difference, but unlike her sister, Marcia had taken it slowly with Paolo. It had been no energetic exercise class of bounce-ups, but rather a slow, measured approach to satisfaction, making it impossible for Paolo to forget. He was mesmerised by her beautiful breasts hanging tantalisingly close to his chest and her freshly showered smell. Marcia had been different to Sofia and the difference was amazing.
When she left Paolo, shaken and certainly stirred, and closed his door, she was straight back to being a mum again. It was as if nothing had happened.
Marcia’s take on the encounter with Paolo was that there weren’t many fit young men around her house and never had been... and sex wasn’t on her menu that often and she knew that Sofia was getting quite a lot... and with her husband Tony too!
Also, Sofia had said Paolo was sweet on Livia and was frustrated, waiting for the gift of her body. Marcia still didn’t like Livia and hated how she was keeping Sofia and her in the dark.
She delighted that she had had Paolo... and at the right time, she would certainly let Livia know!
Paolo was on one level confused, but on every other level on cloud nine. Everything had gone better than well. He didn’t understand these two women, but was glad he didn’t have to. He didn’t have to try either for his unexpected bonuses.
And to think that with Livia, he hadn’t passed first base. Like many men, he was ruled by his genitals and right then two birds in the hand were certainly worth more than one in the bush. Livia wasn’t there yet and nothing was certain, but playing his cards right... he might even get a hat trick!
”I’ve brought you breakfast, Paolo. A young man needs to start the day right.”
She turned towards the door as if to leave and, like her sister before her, she turned the lock. She then turned back, flicked her shoulders back and her bathrobe dropped to the floor. She stood, naked, as Paolo took in the view. He knew straight away what would be coming... him.
Marcia, although older than Sofia, had a stunning body too. He lay there, ready, as she approached. “But...” he started.
“But nothing!” said Marcia, climbing aboard.
The women in this house were something else!
Marcia went to the kitchen, got Giovanna down, cleaned her up and put her into the playpen with some toys. Simultaneously, she made a pot of coffee and laid a tray with toast and jam. Still in her bathrobe, she glided through to Paolo’s room, set down the tray as Paolo woke. With one action, she whisked the bedcovers off.
“Time to get up Paolo!” she announced, looking down at him and adding cheekily, “Oh... I see you already are!”
Paolo was embarrassed. He moved to cover himself. This was after all the boss’s wife... the boss, who was upstairs!
At 6.45am Marcia left Tony’s bed to take over baby duties as Sofia had to leave for work in London by 7.30. Tony hadn’t been interested in sex; he was still exhausted and now sleeping very deeply. It would be several hours before he would wake naturally.
Marcia went downstairs to give Giovanna her breakfast and had a shower while the baby was safely strapped in her highchair. She then heard a noise coming from the downstairs bedroom. She went to investigate and saw Paolo with the bedclothes half covering his naked body. Marcia lingered, admiring what she was seeing.
Sofia was back in her own bed, having been away a mere ten minutes. It would be another hour or so before the baby would wake and Sofia would bring to her own bed until Marcia was ready. Not really the actions of a mid-night sexual predator.
In his bed downstairs, a very contented Paolo was asleep again. After Sofia left he reflected on the previous ten minutes, almost wondering if he had been dreaming. Then sleep hit him.
In Tony’s bedroom, Marcia was trying to encourage him to do something with her to take his mind off things.
Sofia put her hand over Paolo’s mouth to stop him saying anything. He instinctively kissed it. He continued to lie there on his back.
“Ssshh!” she whispered. Then, like a snake, her left leg slithered over Paolo and, using her hand as girl guide, she sat astride him and slowly exercised herself on him until he exploded. “Ssshh!” she repeated, to keep any noise down. She was sure that if Tony found out, particularly as he was right now, both she and Paolo would be in trouble.
Then she left the room as quickly as she’d arrived, with her milk.
At 4.30am, Sofia went off, glass in hand, which she filled with more milk before slipping into Paolo’s bedroom, quietly locking the door, slipping off her nightdress and sliding naked under the bedcovers. She found her quarry and it was still in salute-mode, but this time Paolo stirred enough to realise what was going on.
Fragrances connect the nasal passages to the hardwiring in the brain and transport the recipient to the person, time and occasion when first encountered. Paolo instantly knew that this was Sofia lying next to him encouraging him to do with her what men do.
Marcia didn’t know what to expect when Tony awoke, but she would let him sleep as long as necessary. She was so calm about being there, planning that even if when he woke he wanted the physical workout that rough, unsophisticated sex might offer, she would go along with it. This was the closest Marcia got to being nice to him in recent years and, surprisingly, she felt quite good about it.
Underneath it all though, she knew that she was dealing with the results of savage revenge... and, given Tony’s recent suspicious looks, she wanted to act beyond suspicion.
Back in her bedroom, Sofia planned to return to see Paolo before dawn.
Marcia may have been working on the principle of keeping friends close and enemies closer, or she might possibly have felt genuine sympathy for Tony, despite everything that had gone before. But at 3.30am, with Tony still sobbing in his bedroom, Marcia went in, sat on the bed and put her arm round him. He didn’t resist or say anything. She slid under the covers and silently persuaded him to do the same. Then she simply kept her arms round him until eventually he went to sleep.
Marcia went straight back to her bedroom, while Sofia said she was off to the kitchen for a glass of milk. She thought she had heard someone else arrive back with Tony and was curious. She got her milk and headed off to the spare room to investigate. Opening the door, she saw in the half-light that Paolo was sound asleep.
Putting down the glass, she lifted the bedcovers and slid in beside Paolo. She put her arms round him... and then down, but whilst 'on parade' below, there would be no waking him yet. She would return later.
The two women opened Tony's bedroom door gingerly and saw him, fully-clothed spreadeagled on his bed, face down. He was neither expecting nor wanting visitors. He was shaking and sobbing into the pillows.
"Tony..." Marcia and Sofia called simultaneously.
"Go away... get out!" Tony managed to say. The two women turned to each other, raised their hands and Marcia nodded towards the door, which they closed after leaving. Only then did they allow themselves a gleeful grin. They didn't know exactly what had gone on, but were pretty certain it involved Tony's brother... and not in a good way.
Tony's executive house, in a gated community in Chigwell, had six bedrooms. The sixth was tucked away on the ground floor next to Tony's study. There Paolo crashed down. He quickly stripped off and jumped into bed. Seconds later he started a deep contented sleep.
Upstairs, both Marcia and, as she was staying over, Sofia heard Tony arrive and couldn't but hear his continuous sobbing. He had opened the floodgates and was releasing grief, although he was trying to stifle it lest anybody heard.
The two bodies that did hear met on the landing. They went together to Tony's bedroom...
Paolo was uneasy about saying nothing to Tony, but understood why conversation wasn't the flavour of the moment. Tony must be hurting really badly on a number of fronts... Terry's probable demise, the money, the speeding ticket, the helplessness and the dealings with the police. But if he was in anguish, he wasn't saying anything or making a sound. Tony merely stared straight ahead.
The only thing Tony finally said was "Take me home Paolo. You can crash down in one of the rooms too.... but let's not talk now."
Paolo did as instructed. It was 2.25am. He was knackered.
Paolo turned the SUV carefully in the narrow road and drove off the way they'd come, slowly. He wasn't taking chances. Tony said nothing.
Paolo slowed further as they passed the police activity by the river so Tony could see what he could. He saw nothing but four or five policemen with searchlights. As Paolo slowed, the police car following them did a quick bust on the siren to tell them to vamoose. There was nothing that Polo wanted to do more than get away.
"Tony, I'm so sorry.." Paolo started.
"You're a good friend Paolo, but zip it! Capiche?"
The two men were accompanied back to Tony's car from the two police vehicles. They were free to go home.
The officer who had cautioned Tony regarding speeding suggested.
"I would drive home very carefully sir. You appear to be very upset, which is maybe understandable. Indeed, under the circumstances, if your friend here has valid insurance, I would recommend that he does the driving."
That was the only concession to Tony's feelings. He was a smartarse bully-boy and that didn't generate a lot of sympathy. Surprisingly, Tony beckoned to Paolo to drive, which indicated how upset he was.