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After A Sad DayThe Priest motioned to the Choirmaster from the Sacristy and the singers commenced the first hymn. The church was packed; such was the esteem for this woman, Camilla Wilmot. The sun beat down outside with the overflow of people unable to fit inside and the assembly shifted uncomfortably to enable the service to be endured. A lot wearing their best clothes for the morning funeral mass.Peter Wilmot sat with his glasses on and his head down trying to contain his emotions. The tears dripped from the lenses to the carpet. Peter and Camilla’s daughter and son sat transfixed by the occasion and waited as the Priest sang along to the hymn.Handkerchiefs and tissues were in constant use as the proceedings came to the Priest’s speech.“I have not much to say, but I knew her –Camilla Wilmot and she was a good woman. In my job these things are obvious. She now rests with God and we would all benefit from knowing and emulating such a woman. Let us pray.” He stood at the lectern and flicked the pages back a bit to find his place.Keith Wilmot held Nadia, his sister’s arm as she again broke down. The rest of the eyes travelled to her and many also sniffled in that way. The mood of the congregation saddened along with the proceedings.The eulogy was given by the eldest but least confident son, Keith. He led them through some personal anecdotes that only families know and embrace. The assembled friends and relatives laughed about Camilla’s personal traits which was all news. She was a sleep deprived Mother for so many years that she rarely slept through the night. The kids would take turns to sit with her some nights.Keith shocked them with her weekend race bets to win the daily double, of course she rarely won but the small investment was a diversion least known about Camilla. Peter Wilmot tried to hide in his brain, he attempted to protect those memories of his life with Camilla and not unravel. He was a man of determination and would get through this nightmare. But he wished it over.Peter looked at the casket containing his wife’s body and a shiver of despair rippled through him. He was losing the battle. He heard the Priest announce Communion and movement not words filled the church. A sigh of relief. ‘Tough it out’, he told himself as he reached again for a tissue. He wondered what Camilla thought of all this as she looked down upon the scene.Peter had a horrified revelation that now she was gone, she was privy to all his secrets and misbehaviour from the afterworld. Not good but what could he do if it were true. The past was past.The future now was cloudy, no path a certainty. “Please gather at the restaurant in Ashleigh St, nearby –with the family for drinks and a snack. Go in peace. The priest accompanied the casket out front and the singers commenced the final hymn. Followed by the family and relatives.Peter bumbled his way through the lunch and commiserations. He wanted to be alone on his bicycle in some countryside highway. Everyone realized the strain as he spoke only when addressed in courtesy.Peter was not a patient man; his kids surrounded and protected him until they departed for home. Peter wanted some more precious moments with his wife. Thirty years was insufficient. He sat in the dark of their room contemplating, trying to formulate a passage through the rest of his existence.Human beings are good at adaption to circumstances. Charles Darwin was correct- survival of the fittest in essence. Make the best of it or go under.Peter wanted to drink beer. No consolation but a healthy diversion from his situation. Resolving to ride his bike tomorrow and ‘work up a thirst’. He slept after preparing for an early morning cycling escape.Leonie Smith and Louise Davies cycled on route from Cronulla to Waterfall in the light rain. They were in little hurry after a big training day yesterday. This was a tempo maintenance ride, more for the mind than any race preparation. These ladies were age group triathletes.“That swim session was a monster. My shoulder remains sore, too many intervals. Why is every swim coach possessed of the devil?”“My husband says whatever doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” “I need some nembutol, not philosophy.” Louise was a hospital Pharmacist. They were passed by a small group of four with cordial greetings, then Leonie’s chain derailed and a link broke making her bike useless. She looked down in despair.“I forgot my phone!”“Me too.”Stopped without recourse, Louise was about to take off home to get her car. One of the passing cyclists had noticed them stopped. He perceived this was not a pit stop and turned around, coming back to them in the breakdown lane.“What’s the problem, ladies?” They looked at the chain on the roadway together.“That’s happened to me a year ago.” Peter Wilmot produced a chain tool and a link connection. The bike was fixed faster than a puncture. Leonie was more than grateful. Louise surprised. A Good Samaritan having these spare parts. It certainly wasn’t routine to carry such things.“Enjoy your day” Before the girls could respond, Peter waved and pedalled to catch his group. The two ladies remounted and continued to Waterfall. Peter felt a wave of elation in being able to assist, but it took a few minutes of hard work to catch his group.“How good was that? I have never seen anyone produce such a chain tool.” “Unbelievable. Do you know him? What a nice bloke. I bet he’s a triathlete.”“I should have asked for his number to thank him, but I am still stunned.”“What was that shirt he was wearing? I did not recognize it?”“Tour de France –Garmin Team shirt.”Leonie tucked the incident into the back of her mind as they hit the hills before turning for home. The rain from the south intensified as they sped back to the beach at Cronulla and sanctuary.Hours later in the Sports bar of Cronulla RSL Club, Leonie sat with her husband, Louise and her partner. Peter, the Good Samaritan, played snooker with his best friend and recognized one of the girls from this morning. Not an easy thing to do as cyclists all wear helmets, sunglasses and lycra. Peter was in two minds after the snooker game finished, but convinced Greg to go with him and meet the girls. Peter stood uneasily at their table and smiled, observing that they were good looking middle aged women.“Afternoon. Sorry to disturb, but aren’t you two the ladies cycling to Waterfall this morning?”Leonie recognized Peter and punched Louise on the arm.“I told you it was him playing snooker”.Louise blushed but stood up with an extended hand.“I’m Louise, this is Dave. Leonie is the ungrateful one, over there Ross, her husband.”Handshakes all round. “I’m Peter Wilmot and this is my mate Greg Kelly.”“Please join us. Leonie is going to buy a round.” Louise shoved Leonie in the back and picked up her bag and gave it to her. “On ya bike, Leo!” Leonie had a rueful smile and little choice. Over her shoulder she demanded.“Find out if they are triathlete’s.” “Great way to spend Sunday afternoon. Cheers. Thanks to our saviour. ”“Couldn’t agree more.” Said Greg.“Peter, do you always carry a chain tool and spare parts?”“I’m prone to disaster. I love to bike it, but I have walked home far too often. Not anymore.”“Too right.” Both ladies agreed, seared into their brains –accidents and punctures. “But if you are going to get out of bed and do something, the elements sometimes will conspire to ruin it.”“Absolutely. You sound like a triathlete Peter?”“I have done a few. What about you?”“Trying to get fit enough for a half-ironman 70.3.” At this Greg and the partners raised their eyebrows, they did not speak ‘triathlete’. Knowing the conversation would turn to training etc. a universal acceptance on how most committed triathletes conduct their lives. Greg, who was a Concrete man, couldn’t see the point. He wouldn’t waste any energy on endurance sport as he was dog tired every day through work. They finished their drinks. Leonie gave Peter a hug.“Thanks again. We must have a ride someday.”“You are on. The male conversation in my group is very egocentric currently.”“It’s a date. Give me your number.” Peter never thought another thing about this meeting until he got a text message two weeks later.‘Meet Cron rsl 0630. Raining or not’ He looked at this and thought….OK. The effort to get his life back in some sort of order was starting to look better and it was true that his group was in a rut. Why not. He did return the text with the essential proviso he got up in time Sunday as he lived a half an hour by bike from Cronulla RSL. When he arrived there were 5 women cyclists and Dave.“Hope this is not the A Team, I had a few last night.”“Don’t worry. We are going to do Kurnell and a few hills after.”“Good.” Peter smiled at Leonie, who indicated the other girls would introduce themselves on the way out. The way back would be high tempo, no time for chat.“Hi Pete. How you going.”“Good thanks Leonie, and you.”“Today, I am glad to be here. Quiet night.”They took off in pairs and Peter found himself with a gorgeous Chinese lady, Pei (pronounced Pay) with great legs. She never stopped smiling and proved delicious company. Pei turned out to be a nature buff and loved the outside. Happiness for her was linked to nature.The next rotation cyclist was talkative, with the thighs of a sumo and exuded confidence. Her bike skills evident as she extended her hand at 35km per hour.“We need a bike mechanic in our group. I am Michelle.”“Peter. Accountant” he smiled, smacking her hand.“Great day, Peter Accountant.”“Beats working.” And so it went until he met them all. Michelle led the sprint home and all others strung out in single file trying to stay with her. It proved futile trying to stay with Michelle as her legs moved like pistons and she went away easily. The rest of the group, blowing hard struggled the next kilometre past the Golf Club. Peter with Dave were not only dropped, but were minutes behind. The high tempo was too hot for them, they caught up at the finish but a few of the group had already turned for home.“Wow. That was some exhibition. You girls can move.”“Did we not tell you that Michelle is coming back from her daughter’s recent birth? She won a track gold in the Seoul Olympics.” “Oh Dear.”“Now you know us, we expect to see you on occasion.”“You are all too quick for us old guys. It has been an eye opener, Ladies.” Dave slumped over his handle bars.“See you for a beer at the RSL this afternoon. I’m home for breakfast.” Leonie did not wait for a reply but peeled off heading home. Peter was exhausted and coasted home very slowly.Months later Leonie and Ross turned up at Peter’s Accountancy practice for an appointment on speculation. They sought business advice. Of course they were delighted to see a familiar face. Peter listened and then outlined a simple financial plan for their situation. He refused to take payment making it clear that he would charge them if they agreed to his advice. Taken aback by Peter’s approach, they then both agreed after a period to think on it. The thinking did not take long as Ross was in no position to wait, he needed to ‘mend the fences’ and quickly.The facts were that their small IT business required a lot of travel for Ross and the books to be done by Leonie. Ross was good, Leonie had a full time job at the hospital. There was trouble with their operation and Peter suspected that all was not OK in their personal relationship. This was hardly of interest to someone like Peter who kept his perceptions to himself. Of course, recently widowed, he had no relationship. Therefore there was no desire to enquire into any personal matters.In time their small business rebounded. Peter only ever saw Ross these days and he heard from Dave some time later that Leonie and Ross had divorced.Peter’s smartphone played his AC/DC message tone. He pulled over and reading it placed him in a dilemma.‘cu on the road sometime stranger’. It was Leonie. He quickly responded.‘talk soon. Still recovering from the first session.’ Peter had no intention of contacting Leonie, perhaps he had enough drama in his life. He couldn’t put a finger on it. So it was with a happy coincidence that they ran into each other in the supermarket. Peter despised shopping, but he and the kids left at home had to eat.“Peter, give us a hug.” Leonie was fit and tanned, beaming. “How are you?”“Good thanks. You look well, life is treating you kindly?”“Yes. I suppose Ross told you we are no longer married?”“I did wonder why I never saw you two together anymore.” Peter had no idea what to say, they stood in the refrigerated aisle and became cold.“Can I buy you coffee?”“Why not.” They moved through the checkouts and loaded their cars before meeting at the nearby ‘Froth and Bubble Café’“Adam Lindsay Gordon isn’t it?” – Leonie recited.‘Life is mostly froth and bubble Two things stand like stone Kindness in another’s trouble Courage in your own’“Funny thing about poetry, once you remember it you have it for life” Peter mused.“Agreed. Tell me are you married? I saw a lot of shopping.”“Widower. Nearly two years ago now.”“Oh dear. I always put my foot in it.” Leonie was crestfallen, got a tissue as tears appeared. She looked suddenly miserable.“It’s OK. I have dealt with it.”“Tough. I know you are a kindly man. I am still getting over my brother’s passing.”“Let’s change the subject. What are you up to?”“How is your training?”“Poor to be honest. I thought time would be available but not so. I have two still at home.”“I also. They are part of me but time flies.”“You work at the hospital. I never asked your profession?”“WHS Officer.”“Safety Nazi!” Leonie grinned, upbeat again.“You and I should ride this Sunday. Easy day, have a chat –enjoy the sun. I am still in Cronulla. Are you tempted?”“Only if Michelle is not present.”“OK. See you at 0630 same place. I have to run. Thanks for the coffee.”“See ya.”Peter watched Leonie find her car. He liked the sound of this woman. It would do no harm to talk. Over a beer that afternoon he texted Leonie to confirm the ride the next day.“Morning.” Leonie looked more than good today in lycra on her bike.“Hi. Looks like a clear day.” They pedalled off round the peninsula to do some warm up hills and avoid any traffic.“Feeling strong this morning. How are you?”“Apprehensive. One of my kids put the wild bird mix we put in the backyard for the cockatoos,into the muesli container by mistake. At least I think it’s a mistake. So I had cornflakes coveredin wild bird mix for breakfast. Therefore I may not keep up with you! If I start sqwarking –you will know why.”Leonie laughed so hard, she stopped riding and just looked at Peter. Five minutes later composed, Leonie smiled.“Rubbish. I am 44 –middle aged. And you, you look early 50’s -correct?”“54. I thought a women would never reveal her age?”“Maybe you are too old, but then presently I am not looking for a man.”They turned down past the Woolooware Golf course and the flat road to Kurnell. On reaching the historic village, they ventured out through the National Park to the Whale watching station on the cliffs. Stupendous view and a bit of a break to witness the power of the ocean. They shared applesas Peter’s stomach rumbled from his ‘breakfast’. The wind had picked up so they did not stay long. The return journey was uneventful as they swapped anecdotes and gossiped unashamedly. No sprinting just laughing.“Peter, you are good company. I have enjoyed this morning.”“If we do this again, come over my way and I will provide a cup of tea afterwards.”“How could I resist. Have a good Sunday.”Peter thought no more about it and tax time swamped his weekends. Beginning to feel like a hermit he ventured out late in August for a ride. Spring had arrived and the winter blues were gone. Peter’s group carried him over Taren Point bridge into the Shire. They passed a lot of bikes on the way to Waterfall, one of them a group of women with the outstanding Michelle leading the charge. Peter realized they were only just warming up.“Hi Stranger.”A voice in the pack yelled out, followed by a chorus of yelling women. Peter could only wave and laugh at them. He hung back and Leonie amongst others surrounded him.“We missed you. You have to ride with us, not those smelly old guys from Oatley.”“OK, where are you headed?”“Through the Royal National Park and back up the Waterfall hill. We are trying to wear out Michelle before we hike it back home behind her.”“I heard that.” Michelle smiled “Let’s move it Ladies and Peter Accountant.”Peter watched the fluidity of Michelle’s technique and marvelled at how effortless her cycling looked. Apart from Michelle, he was bombarded with questions from all the girls. Before he knew it they were coming down the back hill to the river and now faced the longish climb to Waterfall railway station. Peter wasn’t feeling too bad when he finally got to the top and determined to keep Michelle in his sights on the way home.“Hi Michelle. I am going to talk to you all the way back in the hope you slow down to my pace and listen.”Michelle stuck her finger in the air and accelerated way.“How’s your daughter Michelle?” Michelle was 200 metres down the highway at Helensburgh petrol station lights.Leonie came alongside, as Michelle and Peter had been out front together.“Who are you talking to?” Peter pointed into the distance.“She’s a champion. Let’s get home and I will buy you a cake.”Half an hour later they milled around the Coffee shop window looking at the cakes. Peter had not seen cakes like these since his schooldays-vanilla slice, neenish tarts, cream buns! It was an extravagance.“You ladies have led me down a new path. Work like hell –then eat cakes?”They all looked at Peter as if he was a cavemen. Giggling they all approached and rubbed his face with a cream bun. The whole shop was watching. Leonie announced to those present.“It’s his birthday and he was last home again.”Peter was sticky and headed to South Cronulla for a swim in the surf before heading home. Leonie and Louise joined him.“Won’t the water be still too cold?” The women were reluctant.“Wussy girls.” Peter was dismissive. However when he got in to his thighs it took his breath away. He bravely dived in and swam to the marker buoy 200 metres from the beach. Louise and Leonie stood up to their ankles talking. When he approached and splashed them they ran off squealing.Peter cycled to domestic chores at home. It hit him –he was having fun. It helped to enjoy his weekend.Leonie was doing some hard thinking assessing her life on her way home. As an independent woman now financially and emotionally, she realised she was happy living by herself. I don’t need a man or marriage to support myself. But I am open to a new relationship if I really love the guy, after all a woman without love wilts like a flower without sun. So why not?Leonie turned her focus on the root cause of her divorce, Ross her former husband had wanted an ‘open marriage’. That was never going to be acceptable. I must not make the same mistake, as I don’t have another 25 years to waste. What Leonie became determined about was Peter Wilmot’s home situation. Detail was becoming increasingly important to her. What is going on in his head, his children. Could I support his family with my own? How will this work? I have nothing to worry about in my family, and I don’t want any drama from the other side. It must work or it will not thrive, whatever arrangement is coming at us both. Leonie felt a swelling emotion for Peter. Crunch time was coming for her, at least.Peter arrived home oblivious to Leonie’s analysis, of course. He had a predictable nature and set about washing and cleaning their house after breakfast. The ‘kids’ were still in their rooms, sleeping or doing their homework. He hoped!That afternoon Peter received a text message;‘I am going insane with these kids. Can you meet me in the cold aisle of the supermarket in 30 min?’‘Yes. Just ironing.’Peter drove down using the time to get a few more necessities. Leonie had shorts and a jacket but was barefoot. It seemed unusual but Peter gave her a hug.“Fancy meeting a shoeless old girl like you in the cold lane.”Leonie vented her frustrations by launching onto Peter’s lips and giving him a searching hug, despite other shoppers present. Peter moved her to the checkouts and then his car. He drove to the beach in silence and beckoned Leonie out for a walk.“I need to walk if you are going to act like a fast woman. What has happened?” Peter was smiling.“Sorry. I am testing you and your patience. It was impulsive. But I did catch you out, huh?”Peter was silent, he sat on the sand and took off his shoes.“Being with you, it beats ironing. Don’t take it the wrong way –but have your kids set you off?”“No they are great. I am sexually frustrated, it’s been a long time for me? Could I ask how you manage?”“Not well. But perhaps I could come to an arrangement with a fast woman? Know anyone?”Leonie punched Peter laughing.“Now I feel better. Can you kiss me again?”Leonie looked up and down the beach to the few people present. She did not wait for an answer.Peter spent the next week wondering about Leonie. The situation was developing and would sooncomplicate his existence. But the kids would need to see what was going on. He was unaware ofwhat they may be thinking. He never spoke of Leonie. What Peter’s children had noticed was the spring in his step. It came to a point in discussion, washing up after dinner. The kids wiped up and it always proved a question and answer time for the family.“Dad, Nadia and I want to talk.”Nadia, holding a plate, looked daggers at her older brother, Keith.“Keef, shut up can’t you.”Peter looked up from the sink and wiped his hands. He sat at the table and waited. The siblings knew their Father, no going back now until this was over.“Ok, shoot.”“We have noticed that you seem happier now, I mean after Mum died we didn’t know what to expect.”Keith looked at his sister for encouragement.“Tell him Nads.”At fourteen, Nadia was no princess. She played cricket better than her older brother (by 18 months). fitness for Nadia was a life essential, she adored her Father.“Dad, big mouth here can’t keep a thought in his head. Don’t worry, I am just pleased whatever has brought you back.”Nadia put down her plate and threw her arms around her Dad, surprisingly emotional. Keith kept silent wisely, he also loved his Father and realised the two of them had a great home and situation compared to others. The ache in his heart for his Mother was one thing that Nadia had wrongly accused him of mentioning every thought. He waited.“You guys don’t miss a trick. OK, you deserve an explanation but I ask you to reserve judgement until I inform you of all of it.”Nadia sat back down and Keith held her hand, something she would normally not allow.“I’ve met a woman. It’s been two years since your Mum passed away and I have her voice in my head telling me to get on with it!”Nadia had tears well up in her eyes at the mention of their Mother, along with her brother. This was a revelation to them both as their Father never mentioned their Mum or what was going on in his head. The kids were delighted, now another item to put in their memory of their precious Mother. Their Dad had surprised them.“I’ve been trying to think if you want to meet her and how we would do that. Leonie is her nameand she has two kids as well. She is divorced a while now.”“Dad, if this lady is important to you we want to meet her. Anywhere, anytime you want.”Keith looked at his sister, who now looked at her brother with approval. A rare event.“OK. We will organise a low key meeting for us all. No expectations.”“Thanks Dad. We love you for all the stuff you do for us.”Nadia was now looking at Keith with surprise and admiration, Keith wanted to whip out his phone and take a picture of his sister in this mood.A month later, Leonie knocked on the door with her two boys, Charlie was fifteen and Rhys fourteen. Both boys were surfers and like Nadia and Keith –they loved their Mum and would do anything for her, including getting their best clothes on to meet some man and his family. Leonie was proud of them.The afternoon that followed was stiff and formal to commence. Everyone on their best behaviour. Peter looked at Leonie raising an eyebrow wondering how get the children to relax. Nadia accomplished this with ease, she went and got changed into daggy shorts and a T-shirt firstly.got the cricket gear out and organised a full scale backyard game of cricket. Everyone joined in afterLeonie’s boys got their board shorts and singlets out of the car when they saw Nadia, smiles covering their faces.The Wilmots versus The Smiths proved a titanic and noisy contest. It broke the ice.All the fears of the children were removed. Everyone ate all the BBQ, with manners and respect. They got on well.Leonie and Peter left the children to it after an hour and had a quiet beer, very pleased with the outcome.“I am now feeling a little less apprehensive about you Peter Wilmot.”“You will have to sign a pre-nuptial agreement and hand over all your funds, otherwise we splitthe blanket this minute.”“I expected nothing less from an accountant.”“Greedy accountant, please.” Leonie moved near to Peter and threw the last of her beer in his face. Pater grabbed her and put her over his knees and smacked her backside –gently. Leonie screamed. The children then momentarily were distracted from their game, watching the scene with laughter. Leonie’s boys were first to call out.“Don’t be reluctant Peter, do ya need the cricket bat? Give Mum a good whack.”“Are you OK Mum? It will teach you some manners.”Leonie’s boys were giggling, they had never witnessed their Mother in this situation.Keith and Nadia were smiling. Neither had ever seen their father behave in this manner. Leonie thrashed her legs.“Rhys, call the Police! This is common assault. Charlie come and save me.”Charlie moved near Nadia and talked quietly to her ignoring his Mother. Peter put Leonie down in case the neighbours had heard. He was blushed by his impromptu behaviour. Leonie was now laughing.“Peter, you nearly made me pee my pants.”Peter spoke sotto voce so the children could not hear, as they continued to watch their parents.“I think you should go home before I get up close and personal.”Leonie’s eyes widened in simulated shock.“Let’s make a deal, give me a time and place now to sort this out.”“Done. I will text you. Here come the kids.” Peter held Leonie’s hand. The children noticed immediately how much happier their parents looked, holding hands. It was a significant moment. In the next week, neither Leonie or Peter had time for personal stuff, Christmas was approaching and demands for their time were high. They talked of course, but it seemed as though a mandatory ‘cooling off’ period had been imposed by the Gods. What had progressed was the relationship between the kids. Charlie and Rhys had commencedto teach Nadia and Keith how to surf. Their beach time was extensive. The parents were going backwards but the kids were kicking goals.Leonie contrived to have a weekend with no kids after school had broken up for the Christmas holidays. She sent them up the country to her sister’s property for a week. All of them jumped at the chance to do some ‘work’ on the farm.Peter was impressed by Leonie’s influence and womanly manipulations.“Peter, can we ride tomorrow early then spend the day together?”“Do you have a plan?”“Yes. I want to finally spend some time with you. How does that sit?”“Surprisingly good. I am going then to clear the deck here, can I offer you dinner?”“Yes. No....I am meeting Ross for awhile. Don’t worry, he’s asked to see me. Why I don’t know.”“OK. I will see you at 0630 on the morrow then.”Next day Peter waited and Leonie had not arrived at 06:45. He waited till 07:00 then rang her phone.Leonie was in tears and distressed about her former husband.“He always was a jealous cow. Now he can’t bear to see me happy again. He is miserable not seeingthe kids when he’s home. He told me off for sending on a farm holiday for a week. Peter, I restrainedmyself but he knows how to push my buttons. I’ve had a dreadful night. Sorry I can’t ride.”“I am coming over now.”Peter was not sympathetic about Ross’s spoiling attitude, Peter did not understand jealousy. He arrived at Leonie’s in about ten minutes. She opened the door still in her pyjamas and a red faced streaked with tears.“He is such a bastard!”They went in and as usual the house was immaculate. Peter wondered if he would ever master having his home looking this good.“I will make some tea, Leonie. Why not have a shower and forget the prick?”Leonie had never heard Peter swear. She jumped into the shower, then ten minutes jumped into his arms naked. Peter spilled his tea on the carpet and was speechless. They banged all morning and were starving by lunch. Peter rode home and Leonie drove to meet him with takeaway lunch. Leonie brought the lunches into Peter’s house and they banged all afternoon. Leonie was beside herself, both of them had the endurance of athletes and an appetite for each other. They thought of nothing but themselves. The stress of their respective situationsdissipated and they melted contentedly into each other. They at least had established compatibility.“Not bad for an old girl. I must say, this has been an unprecedented day for me.”“You certainly don’t think I have done this before, do you?”Peter had hit a nerve. He just laughed, he couldn’t be serious. Leonie tried to be serious but it was useless with Peter.“I haven’t been naked all day since I was a baby. It’s not bad and Leonie you have bumps in all the right places!”Leonie threw the pillow and it was on again as the darkness descended on the house. They behaved like teenagers.Peter thought now about Nadia and Keith, hoping they were enjoying a holiday he would have also liked to have gone on. He turned to the wonderful woman who had made all this possible.“Any more tricks up your sleeve, naked woman?”“I am getting dressed and cooking some dinner. Do you have an appetite, Mr Accountant?”Peter dragged her back onto the bed and proceeded to molest Leonie all over again. They surfaced next day, both called in sick for work. ................
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