time just minutes ago.
“Hey, woman, bacon and eggs sound okay?” JT questioned Mandy, as Jon Senior pulled out a chair for her so she could sit down.
“Well, now! A good morning to you, Mandy. We’ve never had a female guest stay over before. I hope you slept well?” the older man said with a cheeky wink.
Mandy didn’t know whether to be embarrassed by the wink or delighted by his statement about her being the first woman to stay the night with JT.
It wasn’t long before Mandy was happily digging into the first breakfast any man had ever made for her, chatting away easily as if she had been there at the table with these two men her whole life.
The day ahead was busy for both Mandy and JT. She had a stall to set up, and JT was off to watch Riley compete in a swimming carnival before preparing for tonight’s game. JT dropped her off at home, leaving her to get on with her plans after a delivering a few more scorching, no-holds-barred kisses. She was comforted by the knowledge that they would see each other again in only a few hours.
* * * *
Since she had already packed and stored her newly-made jewellery safely in readiness for transport the day before, it didn’t take her long to get moving. Mandy pondered that being happy obviously made her very productive. Climbing into her little red van, she headed out to the markets, still able to smell JT’s scent on her skin. His lovemaking early that morning had been as satisfying as ever. She had joked with him about the rumour that sportsmen abstained from sex before a game, but JT had said that was only for the wimps. “My woman makes me stronger, harder…more manly ,” he had bragged, then had proceeded to show her how hard he was, the memory of his actions alone causing her to blush. Her temperature soared so hot that Mandy was forced to turn the car air-conditioning on—and it was winter.
Mandy knew she wouldn’t have achieved much at all today if JT had been around, distracting her. She was looking forward to going to watch the Jets play tonight, joining Caitlin and Riley for the game. If Mandy was honest with herself, she was also a little terrified at the whole idea of watching her first game. After hearing from Riley what exactly JT did, it had all sounded a bit brutal to her. Mandy was also worried she wouldn’t fit in with these types of people. She was used to attracting stares with her unique appearance, but Mandy didn’t want to embarrass JT.
In a well-practiced routine, it didn’t take long for her to set up the display table full of her original and interesting designs. Metal and glass beads of all shapes and colours, intricate patterns or chunky, hand-painted enamels. All of Mandy’s jewellery was very popular. Mandy loved the idea that her designs, little pieces of her, were scattered all over the city, maybe even the country. Mandy also displayed some of her canvases. Most of her paintings were dark and haunting, and seemed to invoke strong emotions from all who looked upon them. People either loved the despair and sadness that were created in her work, or found it far too depressing to hang.
Mandy enjoyed chatting with the fellow market stallholders about a variety of subjects. Climate change, carbon tax, conservation or politics, and even the weather were among the many topics up for discussion. Mandy was in agreement with the consensus that the day should be a busy one, as people came out and enjoyed the winter sunshine.
Mandy had always felt as if she fitted in with this mix of people. Although lately, surprisingly, she was finding other groups just as easy to get along with. These particular markets in Glebe attracted a mixture of visitors. Some had plenty of money to splash around, while others were looking for a bargain or maybe that special gift.
Mandy hoped she would sell out quickly so she could prepare for the night ahead. She wanted a good chat with Caitlin to calm her nerves. She was worrying about what she
“Hey, woman, bacon and eggs sound okay?” JT questioned Mandy, as Jon Senior pulled out a chair for her so she could sit down.
“Well, now! A good morning to you, Mandy. We’ve never had a female guest stay over before. I hope you slept well?” the older man said with a cheeky wink.
Mandy didn’t know whether to be embarrassed by the wink or delighted by his statement about her being the first woman to stay the night with JT.
It wasn’t long before Mandy was happily digging into the first breakfast any man had ever made for her, chatting away easily as if she had been there at the table with these two men her whole life.
The day ahead was busy for both Mandy and JT. She had a stall to set up, and JT was off to watch Riley compete in a swimming carnival before preparing for tonight’s game. JT dropped her off at home, leaving her to get on with her plans after a delivering a few more scorching, no-holds-barred kisses. She was comforted by the knowledge that they would see each other again in only a few hours.
* * * *
Since she had already packed and stored her newly-made jewellery safely in readiness for transport the day before, it didn’t take her long to get moving. Mandy pondered that being happy obviously made her very productive. Climbing into her little red van, she headed out to the markets, still able to smell JT’s scent on her skin. His lovemaking early that morning had been as satisfying as ever. She had joked with him about the rumour that sportsmen abstained from sex before a game, but JT had said that was only for the wimps. “My woman makes me stronger, harder…more manly ,” he had bragged, then had proceeded to show her how hard he was, the memory of his actions alone causing her to blush. Her temperature soared so hot that Mandy was forced to turn the car air-conditioning on—and it was winter.
Mandy knew she wouldn’t have achieved much at all today if JT had been around, distracting her. She was looking forward to going to watch the Jets play tonight, joining Caitlin and Riley for the game. If Mandy was honest with herself, she was also a little terrified at the whole idea of watching her first game. After hearing from Riley what exactly JT did, it had all sounded a bit brutal to her. Mandy was also worried she wouldn’t fit in with these types of people. She was used to attracting stares with her unique appearance, but Mandy didn’t want to embarrass JT.
In a well-practiced routine, it didn’t take long for her to set up the display table full of her original and interesting designs. Metal and glass beads of all shapes and colours, intricate patterns or chunky, hand-painted enamels. All of Mandy’s jewellery was very popular. Mandy loved the idea that her designs, little pieces of her, were scattered all over the city, maybe even the country. Mandy also displayed some of her canvases. Most of her paintings were dark and haunting, and seemed to invoke strong emotions from all who looked upon them. People either loved the despair and sadness that were created in her work, or found it far too depressing to hang.
Mandy enjoyed chatting with the fellow market stallholders about a variety of subjects. Climate change, carbon tax, conservation or politics, and even the weather were among the many topics up for discussion. Mandy was in agreement with the consensus that the day should be a busy one, as people came out and enjoyed the winter sunshine.
Mandy had always felt as if she fitted in with this mix of people. Although lately, surprisingly, she was finding other groups just as easy to get along with. These particular markets in Glebe attracted a mixture of visitors. Some had plenty of money to splash around, while others were looking for a bargain or maybe that special gift.
Mandy hoped she would sell out quickly so she could prepare for the night ahead. She wanted a good chat with Caitlin to calm her nerves. She was worrying about what she
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