“I have gone all traditional today,” she assured him.
“Just the way I like you, although I’ll take you anyway I can get you. Bye, baby.”
“Bye,” she replied and hung up.
Chapter 9
Tasha and Sara were sitting in a rather up market coffee shop, called ‘The Tearoom’, which Tasha thought was a bit of a contradiction. Sara was drinking a very strong espresso while Tasha sipped a mineral water.
“You are obviously not okay, but at least we won’t be overheard here.” Tasha tried to open the conversation. Open it, have it, and hopefully end it.
“I’m sorry about earlier, you must think I’m a crazy lady. I don’t love Jim, not like that. He’s my children’s dad and we were together and had some good times, but that is over. He is like a big brother to me more than anything, but I feel jealous of what you have. I want that,” she admitted.
“With Lenny?” asked Tasha, hoping that the other woman was going to answer in the affirmative.
“Yes, I think so. I know Lenny can be a bit straight, but I really do love him and I am so mad at him for putting me in this position where I feel he values his stupid art above me.” She sighed.
“You didn’t enjoy your work?” Tasha was trying to understand exactly what her objection was. It was almost as if she and Sara were at opposite ends of the same problem; whereas Tasha wanted to work it appeared Sara didn’t and while Lenny was seemingly happy for his wife to be returning to work, having something of her own life and existence, for the most part Jim didn’t feel the same way regarding Tasha.
“I loved my work and after Lizzie was born I did return to work, much to Jim’s distaste. When I had Philip I stayed at home and Jim loved that but after Lizzie I needed to be more than a wife and mother and work completed me. I could hold an adult conversation that didn’t revolve around my kids, but that caused friction because Jim would come home and want to talk about the kids. He’d missed them, which was great, but then I would talk about my work and he wasn’t interested, so we would fight and in the end we kind of stopped talking completely. That was the beginning of the end, but we were friends. We’d grown up together really. Plus, by the time we divorced he was climbing the corporate ladder, buying the corporate ladder and making a very good income so we never fought about alimony or child support.”
Tasha nodded. “Lenny?”
“Oh, Lenny.” Sighed Sara almost reminiscently. “I worked in his clinic for three months after Jim and I separated and by the end of the three months I was besotted, but he was married, properly married, not separated like me. He asked me to continue working for him and I did. It was another three years before he left his wife and another year before they were divorced and one more before we married.”
Tasha smiled at how happy Sara looked when she talked about Lenny and curiously asked, “Did you have an affair with him?”
“Of course.” Sara laughed. “There wasn’t a square inch of his office, car or consulting room where we didn’t make out.”
“Wow,” was as much as Tasha could muster.
“I know Lenny probably doesn’t seem exciting, not like Jim, but believe me I have been very fortunate in the physical side of both of my marriages. I don’t have to tell you anything about Jim, in fact, I reckon there are a few things you could tell me about the current Jim, but he was a master at all things sex and when I started sleeping with Lenny I was worried he might not be as good, but we both knew what we wanted and we made it good.” She grinned.
“But not anymore?” Tasha’s heart lurched.
“We have lost a little bit of the spark,” she revealed. “But I want it back with Lenny. I have realised that talking to you today.”
“Maybe because you’re mad at him you can’t see that a return to work could be the spark you need. Be the woman he first met, the one he fell in love with, the one he screwed across his desk. You.”
“You could be right you know. For someone so young you’re very insightful and mature.”
Tasha laughed. “Jim would disagree with that. My immaturity pisses him off big style.”
“But he loves you, so I reckon he loves that about you too and I bet you love the spanking.” Tasha said nothing, just stared a very wide-eyed stare. “Sorry, I’ve embarrassed you. I just thought you’d be game for anything with Jim and he was always a control freak, but he especially is with you. I’ve watched him with you and even when his eyes aren’t on you, he watches your every move, he misses nothing. We played the spanking thing occasionally, just an odd smack, but it didn’t do it for me and then Lenny and I tried it when we were first together, he even bought a cane. But it still wasn’t my thing.”
Tasha was still staring at her, imagining Lenny with a cane and then wondered what that would be like, but with Jim, not Lenny.
“Did you try the cane?” Tasha’s mouth was suddenly very dry.
“Yes. It had a bit more of a bite to it, but as I say, not my thing.”
Sara had proven to be more open than Tasha ever imagined she might be with her.
“I did wonder about you and the whole kinky shit thing.” Tasha laughed, although Sara’s expression remained dead pan.
“What do you mean kinky?” Sara’s serious expression and flat tone made Tasha panic that she may have revealed something she shouldn’t have.
Sara laughed loudly and pointed across at Tasha. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Your face.”
