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fliers had decided hygiene and cleaning up after themselves was not on their ‘to do’ list. Gagging slightly, she exited and selected a cleaner abode to enter. After she’d cleaned this new seat with copious amounts of toilet paper and gone about her business, she was greeted with an up close and personal view of her countenance in a mirror.
Washing her hands vigorously, she placed her ever present handbag onto the sink and opened it up. She looked at her reflection once more. The face that peered back was supposedly attractive. According to some UK magazines she was deemed as top posh totty and had claimed the embarrassing title of Sexiest Female Newsreader on three separate occasions. Such accolades made her uncomfortable and sometimes they even brought a blush to her cheeks. Normally she shrugged off such comments with an easy indifference and modesty, but deeper down she felt a guilty rush of girlish pleasure at the unsolicited flattery.
At the moment, however, all she saw were heavy bags underneath overly large, deep brown eyes. High cheek bones gave way to a squarish jaw, a gift from her father, which ensured her looks favoured handsome rather than the conventional pretty that most men seemed to favour.
Her hair, usually perfectly arranged, looked like a pterodactyl had decided to nest in it while dancing a Scottish jig. Also, according to her husband, she tended to sleep with her mouth open and this always resulted in dry, cracked lips. Taking out a tiny tub of Vaseline she unscrewed the lid and popped a small amount onto the tip of her little finger. Expertly she then applied it to her bottom, and then upper, lip. Smacking them and rubbing them against each other she worked the balm well into the skin. Happy with the result, she took out her comb and went to work on the fantastically arranged bird’s nest located on her head. After ten minutes she’d regained some semblance of humanity, and rather than a weary forty-something, a passable thirty-something woman looked back at her; at least that’s what she hoped, anyway.
Emerging from the tiny room she bumped into a large youth who towered over her. ‘Watch it!’ she said, her foot crushed beneath his size twelve.
He mumbled an apology and disappeared into the filthy lavatory she’d had the misfortune of entering earlier. Jessica’s stature was diminutive but she had never paid it much heed or let it hold her back in any way. She had a fearsome reputation if riled and would not let anyone take advantage of her, regardless of their size or position.
Back in her seat and a few monotonous hours later, the plane touched down at Heathrow airport and Jessica collected her luggage and made her way through customs without incident. Despite her general inner self-assurance and sometimes hard demeanour, Jessica found herself welling up as she caught sight of her family waiting for her at Arrivals. Her two daughters – Victoria, five, and Daniela, seven – ducked underneath the railing, unable to contain their excitement at seeing their mother for the first time in many weeks. Detaching herself from the main cavalcade of passengers, Jessica veered towards her two girls, dropped her luggage and knelt to embrace them. Evan, her husband, soon joined them and she found herself wrapped in his strong arms and sharing a long, lingering kiss.
‘It’s good to be home,’ she murmured in his ear.
He held her tighter. ‘It’s good to have you home, we’ve missed you. I’ve missed you.’
Jessica leant back from him and looked deep into his eyes before the girls drew her attention back to them.
The journey home was a pleasant one as she caught up on the trivia of family life while their black cab wove them through the congested traffic of West London and on into Kensington. Exhausted after her trip, she slept well and with a fresh vigour upon waking, she instigated lovemaking with Evan as they renewed their physical bond after their enforced separation. While the
Washing her hands vigorously, she placed her ever present handbag onto the sink and opened it up. She looked at her reflection once more. The face that peered back was supposedly attractive. According to some UK magazines she was deemed as top posh totty and had claimed the embarrassing title of Sexiest Female Newsreader on three separate occasions. Such accolades made her uncomfortable and sometimes they even brought a blush to her cheeks. Normally she shrugged off such comments with an easy indifference and modesty, but deeper down she felt a guilty rush of girlish pleasure at the unsolicited flattery.
At the moment, however, all she saw were heavy bags underneath overly large, deep brown eyes. High cheek bones gave way to a squarish jaw, a gift from her father, which ensured her looks favoured handsome rather than the conventional pretty that most men seemed to favour.
Her hair, usually perfectly arranged, looked like a pterodactyl had decided to nest in it while dancing a Scottish jig. Also, according to her husband, she tended to sleep with her mouth open and this always resulted in dry, cracked lips. Taking out a tiny tub of Vaseline she unscrewed the lid and popped a small amount onto the tip of her little finger. Expertly she then applied it to her bottom, and then upper, lip. Smacking them and rubbing them against each other she worked the balm well into the skin. Happy with the result, she took out her comb and went to work on the fantastically arranged bird’s nest located on her head. After ten minutes she’d regained some semblance of humanity, and rather than a weary forty-something, a passable thirty-something woman looked back at her; at least that’s what she hoped, anyway.
Emerging from the tiny room she bumped into a large youth who towered over her. ‘Watch it!’ she said, her foot crushed beneath his size twelve.
He mumbled an apology and disappeared into the filthy lavatory she’d had the misfortune of entering earlier. Jessica’s stature was diminutive but she had never paid it much heed or let it hold her back in any way. She had a fearsome reputation if riled and would not let anyone take advantage of her, regardless of their size or position.
Back in her seat and a few monotonous hours later, the plane touched down at Heathrow airport and Jessica collected her luggage and made her way through customs without incident. Despite her general inner self-assurance and sometimes hard demeanour, Jessica found herself welling up as she caught sight of her family waiting for her at Arrivals. Her two daughters – Victoria, five, and Daniela, seven – ducked underneath the railing, unable to contain their excitement at seeing their mother for the first time in many weeks. Detaching herself from the main cavalcade of passengers, Jessica veered towards her two girls, dropped her luggage and knelt to embrace them. Evan, her husband, soon joined them and she found herself wrapped in his strong arms and sharing a long, lingering kiss.
‘It’s good to be home,’ she murmured in his ear.
He held her tighter. ‘It’s good to have you home, we’ve missed you. I’ve missed you.’
Jessica leant back from him and looked deep into his eyes before the girls drew her attention back to them.
The journey home was a pleasant one as she caught up on the trivia of family life while their black cab wove them through the congested traffic of West London and on into Kensington. Exhausted after her trip, she slept well and with a fresh vigour upon waking, she instigated lovemaking with Evan as they renewed their physical bond after their enforced separation. While the
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