I felt a hand grab my balls and squeeze them, not hard but the threat was again there. “If you know what’s good for you, I would suggest that your relationship with this widow remains on a strictly professional level.”
“I know what’s good for me, believe me. When will I see you again?”
“Would lunch together be too soon?”
“Lunch together would be great, except for one minor detail.”
“And what would that be?”
“Sydney, my partner, in case you’ve forgotten in the euphoria of this moment, will accept nothing less than total commitment to the job, from the moment I step through the front door, to the moment I step out of it at the end of the day. That, unfortunately, means no lunch dates with a beautiful, sexy woman, regardless of the fact that I fully intend to ask her, once I’m certain that she will not refuse me, to marry me.”
“I’m jealous of this Sydney person, even if he’s no threat to me sexually. Tell me he is no threat.” Again the menacing handling of my balls.
“He is no threat, believe me.” A couple of my fingers found their way into her pussy. She released my balls and caressed my cock. It was a while before she agreed that we should get out of bed and go to our respective salt mines.
Punctually at nine o’clock, I pulled into her driveway. Jacinta was just reversing her trophy car, a new Tesla, from the garage so I parked in front of the other garage door. “I was just leaving, lock up when you’ve finished what you have to do. When you have your plan for the work completed call me so we can get together to discuss it, and your fee.”
“Sure thing.” I opened the door and walked inside. I stood in the centre of the living room and slowly took in its ambience. I then closed my eyes and imagined what could be done with this room. My peace was shattered.
“What the hell are you doing here?” It was Chandra. “No, don’t tell me that this is the project that you’ve been hired for?”
“Okay, I won’t tell you, but I have a low pain threshold to persuasion.” It only took a kiss to persuade me to tell her that this was the project that I’d been hired for.
“I have some news for the lady, and you. You cannot proceed with this.”
“And why not?”
“Because she does not own the house.”
“That’s news to us.”
“Her husband wasn’t as overawed by her as she had hoped. He, because of its historical significance, left the house to the National Trust. She has not inherited the house, it is not hers to tart up and sell.”
“I’ll have you know I do not tart up, as you so eloquently describe my work. I do not do reality TV make-overs.”
“Where is the lady of the house?”
“She left about half an hour ago and she won’t be back until after I’ve finished what I have to do today.”
“That means that I can’t serve the papers on her. What can I do, wait for her to return, or in some way amuse myself in the intervening time?” She had that look on her face again.
“I’m not going to make love to you here and now, if that’s what you’re thinking of doing.”
“How can you know me so well after such a short time?”
“Because my dear, you’re fucking obvious. I am going to have to consult with Sydney and discuss where we stand in this matter, whether we bill her for the time we’ve already put into this job.”
“Would you like me to come with you, to explain the situation from a legal standpoint?”
“That would be nice, it’ll save me trying to explain something that I’ve only just been able to get my head around.”
“I’m going to enjoy meeting Sydney.”
“Go easy on him, too many shocks and he’ll have an attack of the vapours, or whatever the ladies of the past did.”
Chandra followed me and parked her car beside mine in the company car park. We walked into reception. “You’re back early, and who is this?”
“Julie, this is Chandra and she’s the bearer of bad tidings. Is Sydney in his office?”
“Go in, I’ll let him know that you’re back, and not alone.”
“Back so soon, and who is this?” Sydney simpered.
“Sydney, this is Chandra, she is the bearer of bad news.”
“That’s all I need, more bad news, Nigel has just this minute called to tell me that he is seeing another.”
“Another what?”
“Person, he is, as we speak, removing his tatty belongings from my house.”
“I’m sad to hear that, but let’s face it he’s not in your class.”
“I’ll get over it, in time. Now, what devastating news has this,” He pointed to Chandra, “person brought to us?”
“It appears as if Jacinta has not inherited the house this time.”
“Who has?”
“It was left to the National Trust, and we cannot work our miracles on it because of the caveats on its heritage listing.” I explained
“It’s about time she missed out, the bitch. I’ve had my suspicions about the woman for some time now.” Sydney said in the voice usually used when discussing the latest scandal in his circle of friends.
“What do you mean?” Chandra asked.
“Have you ever looked into what she did before embarking on her career as the perennial widow?”
“Well, no,” Chandra said, “we assumed that she was brought up in a wealthy family and was left a large sum by one of her relatives.”
“Well, let me tell your Deary, she was a Pharmacist.”
“So? That’s a reasonable sort of occupation I would have thought.”
“Reasonable enough for someone who plans to dispose of a husband.”
“But the toxicology reports didn’t identify any drugs in their systems.”
“That’s because the Pathologists were coming at it from the wrong angle.”
“What do you mean?”