all, will you,” and laughed.
Lorna now felt terrible, but at the same time, safer and more confident, “Thank you,” she said, kissing him on the cheek with a sigh of relief. She would never know that the key was a spare to an old garage tool box, but Jon thought that it would keep her on his side, and give her a false sense of security if things went pear-shaped. He, of course, had the only customer key and the box was in his name only.
The weeks floated by, and Jon and Lorna carried on as normal, Jon started buying and selling cars, mainly from high-class dealers, having them buffed up and then selling them in good trade magazines. He was doing well, and Lorna and him were living mainly at Vicky’s house, but Vicky was happy with the arrangement. “We’re having a dinner party tomorrow night, and I want you to meet my new man, I hope you’re free,” she said.
“Yes, that would be fabulous,” Jon replied.
“Yes, fabulous,” Lorna added.
“DJ and revealing dress, okay?” Vicky announced.
“I always do smart and posh,” she laughed.
Lorna and Jon appeared down stairs for pre-dinner drinks at 7pm, looking absolutely fabulous. Vicky’s new man buzzed the entry button, “Get that, will you Jon.” He pressed the enter button and opened the door to see the latest Bentley coupe drive through the gates, wow! he thought, Vicky doesn’t fuck about! He held the door open for a grey haired man, about 6ft tall in his mid 40’s, “Good evening,” Jon said, “I’m Vicky’s brother, Jonathan.”
“I’m David Mackenzie.”
“Pleased to meet you,” they said simultaneously.
Vicky appeared, “Darling, I’m so glad you came, you’ve met my brother Jon, and this young lady is Jon’s partner, Lorna,” said Vicky, introducing them, “Lorna, please meet Sir David Mackenzie, my special guest for this evening.”
“No ‘sirs’, I’m just David, please let’s be less formal,” he said, looking at Lorna’s cleavage.
Lorna felt that she should curtsey, but didn’t, “Nice to meet you David,” she said, gently shaking his tanned, well-manicured hand.
The buzzer sounded again, and Jon opened the gates and front door, this time it was an Aston Martin Vanquish, he held the door and two men came into the porch. Obviously a gay couple but very smart and refined in very smart DJ’s, one white and one black. Vicky ran from the dining room, “Oliver, Grant, darlings, meet my brother Jon, he’s staying for a few days with his partner Lorna,” whom she introduced in the dining room, as the hired maid served champagne.
Then the buzzer sounded again, but after Grant and Oliver, Jon had left the front gates open. He opened the door to see the most beautiful girl, in her thirties, standing on the doorstep. Blonde, tall, quite Swedish looking, with green eyes. Vicky came into the hall from the dining area, “Asa darling, so lovely to see you, how are you?” They m’wah m’wah’d, and Vicky said, “Please meet my brother Jon, Asa is from Sweden, and a very clever heart specialist,” she spouted, “drink for my lovely Asa, please,” she said. Jon was thinking that Vicky had bashed the champers a little herself, she then introduced everybody to everybody else. Lorna saw Jon looking at Asa, and Asa looking at Lorna, inwardly he laughed, what a night this is going to be! He asked his sister if there would be any more guests, she said no, so he shut the front gates.
The dinner went very well, lots of very good food from the caterers and, of course, lots of wine. The guests were merry, it was a fantastic success that went on until 2am. Vicky said to Oliver and Grant, “You will stay the night won’t you?” They agreed. Jon had noticed that Asa hadn’t taken her eyes off of Lorna all evening, what a waste, a fucking dike, he thought. “Can you call Asa a cab, Jon,” Vicky requested.
“I know what I’d like to call her!” he mumbled under his breath. “Of course,” he replied. “Ten
Lorna now felt terrible, but at the same time, safer and more confident, “Thank you,” she said, kissing him on the cheek with a sigh of relief. She would never know that the key was a spare to an old garage tool box, but Jon thought that it would keep her on his side, and give her a false sense of security if things went pear-shaped. He, of course, had the only customer key and the box was in his name only.
The weeks floated by, and Jon and Lorna carried on as normal, Jon started buying and selling cars, mainly from high-class dealers, having them buffed up and then selling them in good trade magazines. He was doing well, and Lorna and him were living mainly at Vicky’s house, but Vicky was happy with the arrangement. “We’re having a dinner party tomorrow night, and I want you to meet my new man, I hope you’re free,” she said.
“Yes, that would be fabulous,” Jon replied.
“Yes, fabulous,” Lorna added.
“DJ and revealing dress, okay?” Vicky announced.
“I always do smart and posh,” she laughed.
Lorna and Jon appeared down stairs for pre-dinner drinks at 7pm, looking absolutely fabulous. Vicky’s new man buzzed the entry button, “Get that, will you Jon.” He pressed the enter button and opened the door to see the latest Bentley coupe drive through the gates, wow! he thought, Vicky doesn’t fuck about! He held the door open for a grey haired man, about 6ft tall in his mid 40’s, “Good evening,” Jon said, “I’m Vicky’s brother, Jonathan.”
“I’m David Mackenzie.”
“Pleased to meet you,” they said simultaneously.
Vicky appeared, “Darling, I’m so glad you came, you’ve met my brother Jon, and this young lady is Jon’s partner, Lorna,” said Vicky, introducing them, “Lorna, please meet Sir David Mackenzie, my special guest for this evening.”
“No ‘sirs’, I’m just David, please let’s be less formal,” he said, looking at Lorna’s cleavage.
Lorna felt that she should curtsey, but didn’t, “Nice to meet you David,” she said, gently shaking his tanned, well-manicured hand.
The buzzer sounded again, and Jon opened the gates and front door, this time it was an Aston Martin Vanquish, he held the door and two men came into the porch. Obviously a gay couple but very smart and refined in very smart DJ’s, one white and one black. Vicky ran from the dining room, “Oliver, Grant, darlings, meet my brother Jon, he’s staying for a few days with his partner Lorna,” whom she introduced in the dining room, as the hired maid served champagne.
Then the buzzer sounded again, but after Grant and Oliver, Jon had left the front gates open. He opened the door to see the most beautiful girl, in her thirties, standing on the doorstep. Blonde, tall, quite Swedish looking, with green eyes. Vicky came into the hall from the dining area, “Asa darling, so lovely to see you, how are you?” They m’wah m’wah’d, and Vicky said, “Please meet my brother Jon, Asa is from Sweden, and a very clever heart specialist,” she spouted, “drink for my lovely Asa, please,” she said. Jon was thinking that Vicky had bashed the champers a little herself, she then introduced everybody to everybody else. Lorna saw Jon looking at Asa, and Asa looking at Lorna, inwardly he laughed, what a night this is going to be! He asked his sister if there would be any more guests, she said no, so he shut the front gates.
The dinner went very well, lots of very good food from the caterers and, of course, lots of wine. The guests were merry, it was a fantastic success that went on until 2am. Vicky said to Oliver and Grant, “You will stay the night won’t you?” They agreed. Jon had noticed that Asa hadn’t taken her eyes off of Lorna all evening, what a waste, a fucking dike, he thought. “Can you call Asa a cab, Jon,” Vicky requested.
“I know what I’d like to call her!” he mumbled under his breath. “Of course,” he replied. “Ten
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