“I think that you should look in the basement.” Chandra said, pointing to the door leading downstairs.
“There’s nothing down there.” Jacinta said, fear in her voice.
“Then it won’t take long.” It didn’t take long before he emerged. “There’s a little more than nothing down there. Constable call for a van, will you.”
“Yes Sir.”
Jacinta headed for her car. “Excuse me, Mrs Tomlinson, I must ask that you do not leave, I need to ask you a few questions concerning the contents of those boxes in the basement.”
“I know nothing about them, in fact, I didn’t even know of the existence of that basement. My husband never told me that there was a basement.”
“Be that as it may, I’ll still need to ask you some questions. If you leave now I will have to take out a warrant for your arrest.”
“Am I under arrest, if so what are the charges?”
“You are not under arrest at this time, but to leave now could be seen as you having something to hide.”
With a loud exhalation, she sulked back into the garage.
While waiting for the van, the Constable began to bring the packing boxes up from the basement, stacking them neatly in the centre of the garage.
“Okay, spill, what made you look into the basement? Surely you would not normally have worried about that and you were probably only supposed to tart up the main areas of the house.” The sergeant asked.
“Firstly, I resent the implication that I was about to ‘tart up’ this house, we do not do cheap makeovers. Secondly, it was my business partner that hinted that there was more to her conveniently marrying rich old men who were dependant on medication to survive and them succumbing to their medical condition not long after she married them. He suggested that, while she was alleged to have been sexually voracious that, in itself, was not enough to cause their rapid decline and eventual death. He suggested that she helped the process along.”
“In what way?”
“What if she, in her former role as a Pharmacist, had a machine to manufacture pills or capsules. She could produce placebos that looked exactly like the real medication. Now she would be smart enough to know that, if she were to immediately swap the placebos for the real deal, the sudden physical downturn would raise questions, so she would gradually substitute the one for the other.”
“You have a devious mind,” Chandra said, “I see that I’ll have to watch you. You aren’t on any life-prolonging medication, are you?”
“No.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.”
“I was never worried, you don’t strike me as that sort of person.”
“I will never strike you as anything.”
“Would you two stop this inane chatter,” Gareth said to break up the flow of banalities. “If you have nothing better to do,” He looked at Chandra, “You should head back to the office and finish off that brief that you were working on.”
“Spoilsport. I can think of something that’s better than staying here, and better than working on that brief.” She looked at me, I knew exactly what she was thinking of’
“I have nothing to do now that I’m no longer able to continue with this assignment.”
“That’s it then, we both have something to do that is better than anything else.”
“Get out of my sight, both of you, this is sick-making.”
“Stefan, a word to the wise,” Gareth said as we started up the driveway, “You had better stamp your authority on this relationship, you are at best an equal partner in this, anything less than that will lead to disaster.”
“What was that all about?” I asked Chandra as we got into my car.
“He thinks that he rules the roost, little does he know that my mother allows him to believe that when it is she, that is the dominant partner.”
“I think it important for you to know that there will be no dominant partner in our relationship.”
“Believe that if you will,” she saw the look on my face, “Oh, alright, I promise that there will be no domination by either of us.”
“Let me see your hands.”
“Why?”
“I want to see if you had your fingers crossed.” She held up her hands.
“I’ll have to call Sydney and let him know that I will be otherwise engaged.” I used my car’s Bluetooth phone and was soon talking to him. “I have nothing else scheduled for today, I am taking the rest of it off.”
“There you go, flaunting your virility, go, and don’t show your face here again until you have shagged yourself to exhaustion.”
“Do I complain about you flaunting your dirty weekends away with your husbands?” There was no response. “I seem to recall,” I said to Chandra, “that this morning we discussed something about giving my bed a workout.” I said, just to rub salt into his wounded dignity.
Sometime during the afternoon, while idly running my finger towards her pussy, I paused. “Chandra, my… love… I’ve been thinking…”
“There you go, wasting good loving time.”
“I’m serious, there is a small matter of birth control. We seem to have given no thought as to the matter.”
“I’ll put your mind at ease, I am on the pill, have been for years. I decided long ago that the decision on when and with whom I embark on parenthood would be mine and the prospective father’s. Sometime in the not too distant future, I intend to raise the topic with you.”
“I’m honoured and pleased. Where was I? Oh yes.” We resumed where we had left off, it was nothing if not perfect in every way. I have never been so in tune to the needs of a woman as I am now.
A halt was called as the light faded outside the window. “Wait here.” I ordered.
“Where are you going?” She asked as I slipped on a robe.
“To feed my bride to be.” I left before she could respond.
I’d like to brag that I could whip up a gourmet meal at the drop of the had, but I’d be lying. I nuked a container of a Rogan Josh that I had frozen about a month ago and put some Basmati rice into my rice cooker. The curry would stand for a time while the rice was cooking. I placed some oil in a pan and fried some Poppadoms and made some side dishes to cool the palate if the curry was too spicy. When completed I carried the meal into my bedroom and placed the tray between us.
“I suppose that you’re going to tell me that you whipped this meal up all by yourself.” She took a small quantity of the curry and put it in her mouth.
“I did make this myself. The curry was in the freezer and all I had to do was to nuke it. The rest I cooked just now.”
“This is as good as I’d expect from a genuine Indian restaurant. Aren’t you the clever person?”
“I can’t take all the credit. I had an Indian girlfriend while at Uni and she taught me how to make authentic curries.”
“If I ever get to meet her, remind me to thank her.”
“That will not be possible, she is no longer with me she had to return home to India. If she had not her family would lose face in their village. The villagers had a whip-around to help pay for her tuition, she is honour bound to repay that debt to the villagers.”
“Are you still in contact with her?”
“I get a Christmas card from her each year. The last one was to be the last.”
“Why?”
“She is to marry a doctor, while she doesn’t love him, she is interested in helping him with his work, and to do that her family insisted that they should be married.”