their infrequent outings to the local pubs.
Casey felt quite at home with her friends and enjoyed the feminine style of conversing, which was open and verbose when compared to the introverted Rob. With each slurp of the wine, each nibble of the pretzels, the girls began to waggle their tongues inappropriately and almost maliciously.
Casey had already let slip previously that she was in a relationship with her employer. Giggling, they all told her she was fortunate to be attached to such a handsome man. Casey and Rob did not go out together much and certainly were not a sociable couple. Rob maintained the air of a mysterious gentleman, whom others rarely saw. Trying to tear down the barricades about Casey and Rob’s relationship would prove difficult for her friends, since nobody quite knew how the couple functioned together. Casey had been charged not to divulge the nature of her agreement with Rob during one of his early lectures on deportment.
Casey worked hard, through her tipsy mind, to avoid their inquisition and to keep her special relationship with Rob a secret. He would be furious if details of their arrangement slipped out. Her friends picked away at the slightest clue in her words, but she rigidly held firm. The frustrations were evident on their faces as they gave up. As they reverted to the usual topics of celebrity TV and clothes, Casey received a text.
A little after eleven o’clock, and it was the first text of the day from Rob. She eagerly swiped her phone and read it. His working day was finished and he had a breather before attending an evening function. They exchanged pleasantries, asking each other if they were well. Then it happened. He hinted at her sexual status, and she confessed to missing him in bed. Then he taunted her with innuendos, which Casey lapped up and responded in kind. One message asked if she had touched herself. Casey answered defiantly, declaring her innocence and chaste behaviour.
Casey had become disconnected from her friends’ increasingly buoyant conversation and found herself immersed in lewd text messages. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard, and she smirked as she read the replies.
“Look at her—she’s flushed,” commented Sylvia.
“Eh?” said Casey half listening as she remembered her companions.
Sylvia’s warning words had come too late for Casey. Curiosity had overtaken good manners, and Vicky reaching over and snatched the phone from Casey’s hand.
“No!” screeched Casey as Vicky began to read the last message.
Sylvia was there at her shoulder, and her hand covered a gasp. “Why, you naughty girl,” she said.
“Please, give me it back!” exclaimed Casey, reaching out with her hand.
The other two shuffled away on their seats and began to scroll back through the smutty messages. They jointly gaped at the explicit content.
Tears pricked at Casey’s eyes. She felt humiliated. Melissa caught sight of Casey’s dismay and intervened.
“Stop that,” she said smartly. “It’s not your business. How would you feel if we read your private messages?”
The sharp tone halted the other two, and they saw the distress in Casey’s face. The phone was quickly handed back by Vicky, who sensed her vulnerability.
“Sorry,” said Vicky. “It’s the drink.”
Casey clutched the mobile in her hand and kept her lips tight together before giving a small nod of understanding.
The evening did not truly recover from the infraction. Attempts were made to return to the jovial tone of the earlier hours, but the moment had been lost and Casey was tired. Just before midnight, her friends left, and each offered one last apology as they stepped outside.
Sleep was a restless affair that night. Tossing under the sheets, Casey could not escape from the sense of guilt. She should have ended the distant conversation and informed Rob she was not alone. She should have focused on her guests and not on her slutty thoughts. Much as she missed Rob, she had allowed herself to
Casey felt quite at home with her friends and enjoyed the feminine style of conversing, which was open and verbose when compared to the introverted Rob. With each slurp of the wine, each nibble of the pretzels, the girls began to waggle their tongues inappropriately and almost maliciously.
Casey had already let slip previously that she was in a relationship with her employer. Giggling, they all told her she was fortunate to be attached to such a handsome man. Casey and Rob did not go out together much and certainly were not a sociable couple. Rob maintained the air of a mysterious gentleman, whom others rarely saw. Trying to tear down the barricades about Casey and Rob’s relationship would prove difficult for her friends, since nobody quite knew how the couple functioned together. Casey had been charged not to divulge the nature of her agreement with Rob during one of his early lectures on deportment.
Casey worked hard, through her tipsy mind, to avoid their inquisition and to keep her special relationship with Rob a secret. He would be furious if details of their arrangement slipped out. Her friends picked away at the slightest clue in her words, but she rigidly held firm. The frustrations were evident on their faces as they gave up. As they reverted to the usual topics of celebrity TV and clothes, Casey received a text.
A little after eleven o’clock, and it was the first text of the day from Rob. She eagerly swiped her phone and read it. His working day was finished and he had a breather before attending an evening function. They exchanged pleasantries, asking each other if they were well. Then it happened. He hinted at her sexual status, and she confessed to missing him in bed. Then he taunted her with innuendos, which Casey lapped up and responded in kind. One message asked if she had touched herself. Casey answered defiantly, declaring her innocence and chaste behaviour.
Casey had become disconnected from her friends’ increasingly buoyant conversation and found herself immersed in lewd text messages. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard, and she smirked as she read the replies.
“Look at her—she’s flushed,” commented Sylvia.
“Eh?” said Casey half listening as she remembered her companions.
Sylvia’s warning words had come too late for Casey. Curiosity had overtaken good manners, and Vicky reaching over and snatched the phone from Casey’s hand.
“No!” screeched Casey as Vicky began to read the last message.
Sylvia was there at her shoulder, and her hand covered a gasp. “Why, you naughty girl,” she said.
“Please, give me it back!” exclaimed Casey, reaching out with her hand.
The other two shuffled away on their seats and began to scroll back through the smutty messages. They jointly gaped at the explicit content.
Tears pricked at Casey’s eyes. She felt humiliated. Melissa caught sight of Casey’s dismay and intervened.
“Stop that,” she said smartly. “It’s not your business. How would you feel if we read your private messages?”
The sharp tone halted the other two, and they saw the distress in Casey’s face. The phone was quickly handed back by Vicky, who sensed her vulnerability.
“Sorry,” said Vicky. “It’s the drink.”
Casey clutched the mobile in her hand and kept her lips tight together before giving a small nod of understanding.
The evening did not truly recover from the infraction. Attempts were made to return to the jovial tone of the earlier hours, but the moment had been lost and Casey was tired. Just before midnight, her friends left, and each offered one last apology as they stepped outside.
Sleep was a restless affair that night. Tossing under the sheets, Casey could not escape from the sense of guilt. She should have ended the distant conversation and informed Rob she was not alone. She should have focused on her guests and not on her slutty thoughts. Much as she missed Rob, she had allowed herself to
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