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Originally, Tony thought he could draw her out with some hints with regard to writing a play around it but she had only hissed her denial to letting him into any secrets.
But perhaps Tony’s biggest objection to her was her sexual one. Although Tony possessed his own desires towards women of a certain kind, he found Alicia very disconcerting when it came to matters of sex. To be asked directly, ‘Do you have a full sex life?’ followed with. ‘What do you enjoy doing most?’ He found it outrageous, and yet because in all other respects she was as quiet as a mouse it was also very strange.
It must have been as a result from her living within the cult Tony concluded. A cult for women with one Patriarch residing over them - this much he knew. Some guru with an eye for the girls no doubt and who were meant to have his babies. Then they were sent off to beg in the streets for money. Money that was taken off them, and there they were. Trapped like rats on a sinking ship and so the circle continued. It happened, according to what Tony had read. So where did Alicia fit in with all this?
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As Alicia was stepping out on the rough stone track, she was going over and over in her head what Sonja had told her that morning. Recently, Alicia had not liked Leslie one little bit. There were a number of what she called ‘valid reasons’, and lately, he brought out in her a hitherto unknown violent anger that left her smouldering with a deep hatred.
Sonja, his wife, was a friend of sorts. And one could be excused for thinking that she would be offering Sonja help and comfort today. But the reality was nothing like that. She, Alicia would not play the hypocrite and offer any more support than the little she had already given. She could not bring herself to tell her what a tragedy it all was. Alicia knew that if Leslie wasn’t around she wouldn’t miss him one little bit, and Sonja wouldn’t either. She or they would be better off without him.
Alicia had known Leslie for many years. Their paths had met when Alicia had first arrived in Cyprus after her hurried exodus from the snow-capped Himalayas. Leslie had swiftly become a much-needed friend to the bewildered and lonely woman. At first Alicia had been quite reticent in discussing her private life, but after Leslie had wined, dined and bedded her she had opened her heart to him like a sunflower following the turn of the sun. Over the years, Leslie had practised his seduction techniques to perfection and it was far too late before Alicia realised this.
Her own initial interest in the good looking, trim and outwardly charming painter had begun to change over the last year. She realised and saw him as he truly was. His icy-blue gaze would fall and cut you like a blade and his silver tongue likewise. She now recognised him for the shallow, nasty man he was underneath all that suave veneer. No, she would regret nothing in what she had planned.
Chapter 7. Sunday midday
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which oér leaps itself, and falls on th’other.
Macbeth. Act 1 Scene 7
The hare crept from behind the thick prickly bush where it had been hiding. It stood on its hind legs tentatively. Its warm velvety nose twitched as it scented for traces of its enemy. It could smell nothing that threatened him. The air was heavy and still near the bottom of the river valley. The hare paused, still uncertain of hidden dangers. Earlier, it had heard the sinister noises that warned him peril lurked at hand. The fickle breeze carrying the telltale rank smell had alerted the long-legged herbivore. Now, there was neither sound nor scent. It sank down onto its haunches ready for flight, and then, with some timidity and hesitancy it gave one bound, and then another, towards a patch of bright sweet green vine shoots. It nibbled the new growth of the vegetation that had grown overnight by the stimulation of a recent
But perhaps Tony’s biggest objection to her was her sexual one. Although Tony possessed his own desires towards women of a certain kind, he found Alicia very disconcerting when it came to matters of sex. To be asked directly, ‘Do you have a full sex life?’ followed with. ‘What do you enjoy doing most?’ He found it outrageous, and yet because in all other respects she was as quiet as a mouse it was also very strange.
It must have been as a result from her living within the cult Tony concluded. A cult for women with one Patriarch residing over them - this much he knew. Some guru with an eye for the girls no doubt and who were meant to have his babies. Then they were sent off to beg in the streets for money. Money that was taken off them, and there they were. Trapped like rats on a sinking ship and so the circle continued. It happened, according to what Tony had read. So where did Alicia fit in with all this?
~~~
As Alicia was stepping out on the rough stone track, she was going over and over in her head what Sonja had told her that morning. Recently, Alicia had not liked Leslie one little bit. There were a number of what she called ‘valid reasons’, and lately, he brought out in her a hitherto unknown violent anger that left her smouldering with a deep hatred.
Sonja, his wife, was a friend of sorts. And one could be excused for thinking that she would be offering Sonja help and comfort today. But the reality was nothing like that. She, Alicia would not play the hypocrite and offer any more support than the little she had already given. She could not bring herself to tell her what a tragedy it all was. Alicia knew that if Leslie wasn’t around she wouldn’t miss him one little bit, and Sonja wouldn’t either. She or they would be better off without him.
Alicia had known Leslie for many years. Their paths had met when Alicia had first arrived in Cyprus after her hurried exodus from the snow-capped Himalayas. Leslie had swiftly become a much-needed friend to the bewildered and lonely woman. At first Alicia had been quite reticent in discussing her private life, but after Leslie had wined, dined and bedded her she had opened her heart to him like a sunflower following the turn of the sun. Over the years, Leslie had practised his seduction techniques to perfection and it was far too late before Alicia realised this.
Her own initial interest in the good looking, trim and outwardly charming painter had begun to change over the last year. She realised and saw him as he truly was. His icy-blue gaze would fall and cut you like a blade and his silver tongue likewise. She now recognised him for the shallow, nasty man he was underneath all that suave veneer. No, she would regret nothing in what she had planned.
Chapter 7. Sunday midday
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which oér leaps itself, and falls on th’other.
Macbeth. Act 1 Scene 7
The hare crept from behind the thick prickly bush where it had been hiding. It stood on its hind legs tentatively. Its warm velvety nose twitched as it scented for traces of its enemy. It could smell nothing that threatened him. The air was heavy and still near the bottom of the river valley. The hare paused, still uncertain of hidden dangers. Earlier, it had heard the sinister noises that warned him peril lurked at hand. The fickle breeze carrying the telltale rank smell had alerted the long-legged herbivore. Now, there was neither sound nor scent. It sank down onto its haunches ready for flight, and then, with some timidity and hesitancy it gave one bound, and then another, towards a patch of bright sweet green vine shoots. It nibbled the new growth of the vegetation that had grown overnight by the stimulation of a recent
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