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Authors: Madeleine Clark
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message I like to hear the sound of your voice:)’
Stephanie felt anger rising from her feet. How dare he? But who was he? She searched her mind for old clients, any who she may have offended, or any who indicated an unhealthy attachment to her. She recalled a couple of male clients who would phone just to hear her voice, but they had moved on to greener pastures.
Looking at the message she pressed the reply button, but stopped herself in time. What was she doing? All her training, all her common sense told her; to respond would indicate she was interested. No matter what she said. He would twist it in his mind as an act of love or an act of desire for her to connect with him. Ignore it, he would go away. She began walking. But her curiosity was brimming over. She could handle this. She knew the psychology of a mind like his. Besides, she justified to herself, she needed to know how he got her number, to prevent it happening again! She stopped and pressed the buttons.
‘ok, who are you?’
The thrill of fear tingled through her fingers as she pressed the send button. The walk was now ruined. The sensation of relaxation evaporated as she held the phone in her hand, staring at it, anticipating an immediate reply. Nothing. Silence. She walked on; the phone remained silent.
Her pace increased, she shouted at the dogs who looked up in surprise. Why would he reply?
Too late she realized he would be sated. He had what he wanted. She had not only phoned his landline, but had now responded to his texts. The frustration and anger became intense. Her teeth clenched and hands fisted tight in her pockets. She was so weak. Why had she argued with herself? She knew the deal. If you argued with yourself, you always lost. Any client behaving in this manner would have earned her disdain. Calling the dogs to heel she turned back towards the car.
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Chapter Five
S oaking in the bath tub, Sarah’s thoughts were distracted by the television volume her mother insisted on keeping. Offensive to the ears it disallowed any individual thoughts or conversation as it reverberated round the house. She wanted to enjoy the bubbles and let the oils do the work they claimed they would do for her; deep muscle relaxant, it said on the bottle. Closing her eyes she tried to shut the noise out and think about the next day. It was a delicious sensation; fear combined with excitement at the prospect of not only going out with a man, but lying to her mother as well. She had settled on the lie of an extra session.
Taking a deep breath she ducked her head under the water to enjoy the silence of her blood rushing through her ears for a moment; she imagined being in one of those floatation tanks she had read about in one of her magazines. She drifted away to an exclusive health farm and relaxed her body. She had an hour before her mother would start yelling and banging on the door for attention; her two favourite programs were now showing back to back episodes absorbing all her energy. She tasted metal in her mouth and the voice began to fill her head.
He comes to the front door to pick her up. Tells her mother Sarah is going out with him whether she likes it or not, and she will not be home till after midnight - if at all. The look on her mother’s face as they leave is superb; her mouth hangs open but no words came out. They drive in silence to the restaurant. He holds the car door open for her as she gets out. As her long stockinged leg reaches out she hears him try to hide the gasp he is compelled to release whilst he looks at her beautiful legs. He holds her arm leading her to the restaurant where the door is opened for them by the waiter.
‘Your table is ready, Sir, Madam, A pleasure to see you both again.’ Now his arm around her waist, he guides her into the restaurant and everyone stops eating to watch them walk through. As they sit he stares into her eyes,
‘You’re more beautiful than I remember.’ He doesn’t take his eyes from her face as
Stephanie felt anger rising from her feet. How dare he? But who was he? She searched her mind for old clients, any who she may have offended, or any who indicated an unhealthy attachment to her. She recalled a couple of male clients who would phone just to hear her voice, but they had moved on to greener pastures.
Looking at the message she pressed the reply button, but stopped herself in time. What was she doing? All her training, all her common sense told her; to respond would indicate she was interested. No matter what she said. He would twist it in his mind as an act of love or an act of desire for her to connect with him. Ignore it, he would go away. She began walking. But her curiosity was brimming over. She could handle this. She knew the psychology of a mind like his. Besides, she justified to herself, she needed to know how he got her number, to prevent it happening again! She stopped and pressed the buttons.
‘ok, who are you?’
The thrill of fear tingled through her fingers as she pressed the send button. The walk was now ruined. The sensation of relaxation evaporated as she held the phone in her hand, staring at it, anticipating an immediate reply. Nothing. Silence. She walked on; the phone remained silent.
Her pace increased, she shouted at the dogs who looked up in surprise. Why would he reply?
Too late she realized he would be sated. He had what he wanted. She had not only phoned his landline, but had now responded to his texts. The frustration and anger became intense. Her teeth clenched and hands fisted tight in her pockets. She was so weak. Why had she argued with herself? She knew the deal. If you argued with yourself, you always lost. Any client behaving in this manner would have earned her disdain. Calling the dogs to heel she turned back towards the car.
.
Chapter Five
S oaking in the bath tub, Sarah’s thoughts were distracted by the television volume her mother insisted on keeping. Offensive to the ears it disallowed any individual thoughts or conversation as it reverberated round the house. She wanted to enjoy the bubbles and let the oils do the work they claimed they would do for her; deep muscle relaxant, it said on the bottle. Closing her eyes she tried to shut the noise out and think about the next day. It was a delicious sensation; fear combined with excitement at the prospect of not only going out with a man, but lying to her mother as well. She had settled on the lie of an extra session.
Taking a deep breath she ducked her head under the water to enjoy the silence of her blood rushing through her ears for a moment; she imagined being in one of those floatation tanks she had read about in one of her magazines. She drifted away to an exclusive health farm and relaxed her body. She had an hour before her mother would start yelling and banging on the door for attention; her two favourite programs were now showing back to back episodes absorbing all her energy. She tasted metal in her mouth and the voice began to fill her head.
He comes to the front door to pick her up. Tells her mother Sarah is going out with him whether she likes it or not, and she will not be home till after midnight - if at all. The look on her mother’s face as they leave is superb; her mouth hangs open but no words came out. They drive in silence to the restaurant. He holds the car door open for her as she gets out. As her long stockinged leg reaches out she hears him try to hide the gasp he is compelled to release whilst he looks at her beautiful legs. He holds her arm leading her to the restaurant where the door is opened for them by the waiter.
‘Your table is ready, Sir, Madam, A pleasure to see you both again.’ Now his arm around her waist, he guides her into the restaurant and everyone stops eating to watch them walk through. As they sit he stares into her eyes,
‘You’re more beautiful than I remember.’ He doesn’t take his eyes from her face as
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