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THE STRINGPOINT GROUP

'Mark does incredible tricks with his tongue'

Friday

Linda's lawyer is talking about compensation because I did not keep to the visitation schedule. I can't ask my sister for advice, so I do the first thing that comes to mind: call Linda. While I would like to curse her skin, I put on a sweet-voiced voice. “I'm sorry I didn't keep the deal, but my sister offered my mom and me a free vacation. Since I had no money for a holiday myself and Ella's grandmother also likes to see her, I said yes. But shall I take her to Texel myself tomorrow?”

Linda sputters a bit about 'selfishness' and 'totally irresponsible to go on holiday with a toddler on a French campsite between the forest fires in the bloody heat', but I can hear from her voice that she is happy. I don't respond to it. "As far as I'm concerned, Ella can stay for three weeks, but then I expect that I don't get any more angry letters from your lawyer," is all I say.

Saturday

Linda's house feels like a warm bath. Jealous I watch my daughter and Linda hug each other. I look around. The cottage is completely decorated in earth tones and there are flowers and plants everywhere. In the huge garden there is a swimming pool and a playground. And Ella's room is completely decorated in old pink. Linda offers me a cup of tea, but I refuse. I feel a lump in my throat. For a moment I would like to crawl into Linda's arms myself. And I realize again that she is actually a nicer mother to Ella than I am.

On the boat I text Mark that I am home. “Great,” he texts back. “Then we can see each other again on Thursday.” For a moment I am disappointed. I'd hoped he'd missed me so much he'd made an excuse for his wife, but the weekends are still his family's.

Monday

At work, too, the response to my return is lukewarm. "Your last month already," Pauline says falsely. “I've saved some nice jobs for you. So you can work with that.” It turns out that a press release has to be written and there is an overflowing mailbox full of unanswered emails. When I ask about the upcoming events, Pauline answers that they are not interesting for me because I am going to leave anyway.

Only at the end of the day does my boss Chris come in. He's surprised I'm back a week early, but otherwise acts a little distant. The tension that once existed between us is hardly noticeable anymore. I feel really bad. Nobody in this world likes me anymore. Not my mother, not my sister, not my boss. And neither really my lover, otherwise he would have made himself heard a bit more.

Thursday

My house is clean, I'm shaved from head to toe and I'm wearing a new dress. I can't wait to see Mark. He's happy too. "I missed you," says Mark stifled and he immediately starts fidgeting with the straps of my dress. Moments later, I'm standing stark naked in front of him. He admires my streak-free brown body. “I want to kiss you all over your body,” he says, adding action to the word.

Mark does incredible tricks with his tongue. He knows my body so well that he gives me two fantastic orgasms in no time. And if he's into me after hours of foreplay, I'll get another one. "I love you," I stammer. He just looks at me very sweetly and gives me a hug.

Moments later, when we are relaxing with a glass of wine, I do something stupid. I ask how his vacation was. It was awful, way too hot, Josien was whining, Isa was grumbling, and so on. How my holiday was and that I had traveled to France completely for nothing apparently did not matter. I don't say anything about that, but I do ask if he stays asleep. "You shouldn't ask for the familiar road, Laura," he says. "Of course you can't."

"But I may have something nice for you. Our company will soon be 10 years old. “We want to throw a party. Unpacking for the staff and relations. Snacks, drinks, a DJ, maybe a band… is that something for you to organize?” I am thinking. We do organize events, but really only for restaurants and hotels. Maybe Chris will make an exception and let me host that party. Because at the idea that I will be unemployed again in a month, I suddenly feel Spanish.

© The Stringpoint Group

 

bron: de Telegraaf

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