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“A t least one of us is in a good mood,” said Lucy and thanked her friend, taking a drink. The wine was deliciously cold and she fingered the condensation on the side of the glass. “I take it Jeremy returned home last night in a merry mood?”
Alice pursed her lips and glanced upwards. “Jeremy’s away for the week. Didn’t I tell you? The team’s on tour.”
“No,” said Lucy. “You didn’t! But you should’ve. You could’ve stayed at our place. No fun being all alone in that big house of yours.”
“It’s not too bad. Besides, Jeremy felt so bad leaving me on my lonesome for a week, he said I should treat myself. What kind of loving wife would I be if I didn’t take him up on such a generous offer? Have you seen these shoes.”
Lucy had, and they were very nice shoes.
“That’s not all,” Alice continued. “You seen that place down near the park? Looks like a hippy shack with the sign out the front?”
Lucy frowned. “Yeah, but I haven’t given it much attention. Some kind of alternative therapy centre? Crystals and auras and all that shit?”
Alice nodded. “I thought so too until I went in. My regular masseuse is away on holiday – Barbados, the lucky prick – and with my new found power to spoil myself, I fancied a bit of pampering, so I gave it a shot.”
“And?” said Lucy.
Alice grinned. “You should go. Take your mind off this whole John business, that’s for sure. Oh, look at him…”
A tall, well-built man in a suit with short Clark Kent hair was ordering at the counter. The waitress had certainly woken up and had become all flickering eyelashes and pouty lips.
Having Alice distracted gave Lucy a moment to think this over. Alice had always been the adventurous one. In fact, even after hearing a few of her best friends exploits with Jeremy and many sex-filled stories from her time at university , studying creative writing and drama of all things, Lucy had the feeling she hadn’t heard the full story of Alice’s exploits. While she hungered for more, wanting to know the depths and extremes to which her friend was filling to succumb, she also feared it a little, worried that once she learned, their relationship would change for the worse.
D espite her misgivings and the almost teasing way Alice was keeping the facts to herself, Lucy trusted her. Plus it had been months since her last massage. A massage, nail appointment and possibly more wine here at the Harbour Bistro, watching the people walk by and the boats sail in, sounded like a fantastic way to spend the day.
***
It certainly was a hippy shack. A wind chime hung on the front deck, and in the warm weather, the door had been opened and replaced with a bead curtain. Rest and Relaxation , the sign read. Natural and Spiritual Therapy.
This is going to be awful . A shame she’d told Alice she intended to go through with it. She hadn’t the nerve to back down as her friend would surely want to discuss it when they met up for more drinks later.
With a deep breath and thankful for the lingering alcoholic buzz, Lucy walked up the few steps, pulled the bead curtain aside and entered the small foyer.
The interior proved a stark difference to the outside. The reception area resembled a doctor’s office rather than the sixties chill out room Lucy had been expecting. They had plastic chairs and magazines, not bean bags and bongs. Behind the immaculate white counter sat a man in his late twenties, long black dreadlocks tied back neatly. He glanced at Lucy over his hipster glasses.
“Good afternoon,” he said with a friendly smile. “How may I help you?”
Lucy approached the counter and the receptionist stood to meet her at eye level. He was not as skinny as she’d first thought. His body was tight with lean muscle and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Wearing white shorts and a polo shirt, he reminded Lucy of a personal trainer she once had.
John had never found out about the particular brand of work
“A t least one of us is in a good mood,” said Lucy and thanked her friend, taking a drink. The wine was deliciously cold and she fingered the condensation on the side of the glass. “I take it Jeremy returned home last night in a merry mood?”
Alice pursed her lips and glanced upwards. “Jeremy’s away for the week. Didn’t I tell you? The team’s on tour.”
“No,” said Lucy. “You didn’t! But you should’ve. You could’ve stayed at our place. No fun being all alone in that big house of yours.”
“It’s not too bad. Besides, Jeremy felt so bad leaving me on my lonesome for a week, he said I should treat myself. What kind of loving wife would I be if I didn’t take him up on such a generous offer? Have you seen these shoes.”
Lucy had, and they were very nice shoes.
“That’s not all,” Alice continued. “You seen that place down near the park? Looks like a hippy shack with the sign out the front?”
Lucy frowned. “Yeah, but I haven’t given it much attention. Some kind of alternative therapy centre? Crystals and auras and all that shit?”
Alice nodded. “I thought so too until I went in. My regular masseuse is away on holiday – Barbados, the lucky prick – and with my new found power to spoil myself, I fancied a bit of pampering, so I gave it a shot.”
“And?” said Lucy.
Alice grinned. “You should go. Take your mind off this whole John business, that’s for sure. Oh, look at him…”
A tall, well-built man in a suit with short Clark Kent hair was ordering at the counter. The waitress had certainly woken up and had become all flickering eyelashes and pouty lips.
Having Alice distracted gave Lucy a moment to think this over. Alice had always been the adventurous one. In fact, even after hearing a few of her best friends exploits with Jeremy and many sex-filled stories from her time at university , studying creative writing and drama of all things, Lucy had the feeling she hadn’t heard the full story of Alice’s exploits. While she hungered for more, wanting to know the depths and extremes to which her friend was filling to succumb, she also feared it a little, worried that once she learned, their relationship would change for the worse.
D espite her misgivings and the almost teasing way Alice was keeping the facts to herself, Lucy trusted her. Plus it had been months since her last massage. A massage, nail appointment and possibly more wine here at the Harbour Bistro, watching the people walk by and the boats sail in, sounded like a fantastic way to spend the day.
***
It certainly was a hippy shack. A wind chime hung on the front deck, and in the warm weather, the door had been opened and replaced with a bead curtain. Rest and Relaxation , the sign read. Natural and Spiritual Therapy.
This is going to be awful . A shame she’d told Alice she intended to go through with it. She hadn’t the nerve to back down as her friend would surely want to discuss it when they met up for more drinks later.
With a deep breath and thankful for the lingering alcoholic buzz, Lucy walked up the few steps, pulled the bead curtain aside and entered the small foyer.
The interior proved a stark difference to the outside. The reception area resembled a doctor’s office rather than the sixties chill out room Lucy had been expecting. They had plastic chairs and magazines, not bean bags and bongs. Behind the immaculate white counter sat a man in his late twenties, long black dreadlocks tied back neatly. He glanced at Lucy over his hipster glasses.
“Good afternoon,” he said with a friendly smile. “How may I help you?”
Lucy approached the counter and the receptionist stood to meet her at eye level. He was not as skinny as she’d first thought. His body was tight with lean muscle and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Wearing white shorts and a polo shirt, he reminded Lucy of a personal trainer she once had.
John had never found out about the particular brand of work
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