(aka Bike) Part 1822 by Angharad Copyright © 2012 Angharad
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“So you went ahead and agreed to it without any consultation with me?”
“Yes.”
I could see Simon pout even in the semi darkness of the bedroom.
“So my opinion is irrelevant?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know why I bother?” he muttered to himself.
“I do.”
“Do you?” he said without emotion.
“Because you’re married to a sex-goddess whom you find irresistible in bed.”
“Am I?” he replied flatly.
“Yes,” I snuggled up to him and rubbed my hand on his tummy.
To my astonishment he pulled my hand away and turned over his back towards me. I snuggled into him my hand around his waist, once again stroking his tummy.
“Please don’t,” he said and pulled my hand away again. I felt myself blush with embarrassment and possibly worry. Men are easily manipulated because they think with their willies–if they stop doing the latter–what do we women do?
“Is there something wrong?” I asked feeling a bit concerned.
“Apart from you treating me like either a child or outsider?”
Eh? This was usually how men treat women so what’s he on about?
“What d’you mean, treating you like a child?” If you don’t behave I’ll send you to bed without any tea.
“Well, how about having Phoebe stay here indefinitely?”
“You must have known that was always on the cards. Her poor mother died if you recall?”
“But it’s my house too, Cathy, I like to be consulted now and again. I’ll bet you spoke to Tom about it and my stupid sister?”
“I didn’t actually,” I held tightly on to him.
“God your feet are cold,” he said, moving his leg from my chilled extremities.
“Sorry,” I hugged him tightly to me. “It all happened rather quickly, Julie asked me and after talking with Neal, I said yes.”
“That’s no excuse, you should have consulted with the rest of us–sometimes you act very high handedly.”
I was being told off and I felt very guilty then very angry. “I suppose you didn’t think it was necessary to tell me you considered Sammi needed new bras, you just went and told her.”
“Yeah, she’s old enough to know what I meant.”
“In age terms yes, but d’you think it’s an appropriate subject to discuss with her?”
“I am acting in loco parentis,” he said rolling back towards me forcing me to move as well.
“Are you? She’s eighteen–she’s an adult as far as the law is concerned.”
“So?”
“So how many other young women would you tell to get new bras?”
“It wasn’t meant like that.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t, but she could have felt you were sexually harassing her.”
“What?” he said loudly.
“If you said it to one of the youngsters in your offices, you could be accused of improper behaviour.”
“So what am I supposed to do?”
“Tell me and I’d speak to her.”
“How come you didn’t notice?”
“Because she wears different clothes to work than she does about the house. Remember I frequently don’t see her in the mornings except at weekends. Those things tend to be quite loose.”
He muttered something I didn’t catch.
“Pardon?”
“I said, all these bloody women.”
“You don’t complain about the house being clean and tidy and your shirts being washed and ironed. Who d’you think does that? The tooth fairy on her day off?”
“You outnumber us about two or three to one?”
“Who do?”
“You women.”
“You’ve got Tom, Danny and David.”
“Oh yeah, an old man, a boy and...”
“And what?” I snapped at him.
“You know what I mean.”
“He’s not a proper man? Is that what you mean? Like I’m not a proper woman.”
“Of course not...”
“What did you mean, then?” I was now close to incandescent.
“I don’t know–I can’t do anything right, can I?”
“Yes you can, and the things you do get right, you do very well.”
“Then I go and blow it all.”
“By saying something stupid, like I love you,” I added, quoting the popular song.
“What?”
“It’s a song, I think Frank Sinatra recorded.”
“What, my way?”
“My way?” I asked feeling somewhat confused.
“Yeah, the song Sinatra did.”
“Si, Frank Sinatra recorded dozens of songs, probably hundreds.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Including one called, Something Stupid which I think he recorded with his daughter, Nancy.”
“Oh.”
“Which includes the line, ‘And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you.’ Remember it now?”
“No, but if you sing a bit I’m sure I will,” I could see him smirking in the dark.
I grabbed somewhere very tender, “You want to sing the soprano part?”
“Now, Cathy, there’s no need to get violent.”
“Violent–you don’t know what violent means. Let me show you what happened to that Romanian bloke who tried to grab me.”
“Uh, no, Cathy, I’m quite happy to imagine it–I don’t need the demonstration.”
“You’re no fun anymore,” I said removing my hand and pretending to be very hurt–it was all nonsense of course–I’ll teach him to wind me up.,
“Yes I am, just a peace-loving funster.”
“You? Peace loving?”
“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh. D’you want to cuddle?”
“If you like–I was dripping milk earlier–it’s all gone onto the bedding now.”
“Would you like me to make sure–I wouldn’t want you to have to lie in the wet all night.”
He began to stroke my nipple and it leaked a little, a few moments later he was suckling me, which I enjoyed as did he. It also reassured me that I could still lead him where I wanted. He’s a good man, but now and again he does push my buttons.
The next morning I awoke and had to go into the shower, having gone off to sleep almost while he was still–well you know what I mean–so I needed a little wash to freshen up and the bed would need changing–another job. I’ll also need to start thinking about my next teaching schedules and plans. Depends upon what Tom wants me to do, I guess. I’ve also got the survey stuff to finish and the dissertation to go with it. Looks like I might be just a little busy for the next ten years. Good job Si got his oats last night, it might be a couple of years before I have time to go to bed again, let alone sleep or have sex.
I dried and woke the girls, while they washed themselves I dressed and pulled my damp hair into a ponytail, then I dried their hair and put it in plaits. Danny was already up when I went to call him–he usually only takes about two minutes in the shower–I’m surprised he’s in there long enough to get wet–but he usually looks pretty clean. When he gets a girlfriend all that will change, and we’ll run out of hot water, I expect.
Sammi had gone with Simon already by the time I got downstairs thereby making my point, I hope he doesn’t say any other personal things to her–that’s my job. And she is quite vulnerable still, it is only a few months since she began to transition, although she has done remarkably well and looks very convincing–in fact she’s quite pretty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PoSbnAFvqfA
Comments
Just so easy.
Yep, they're just so-oo easy to manipulate by addressing their dino-brain below the navel.
Good chapter Ange'
Still lovin' it,
OXOXOX
Bev.
Beat me to it
She is becoming very adept at the womanly art of managing her man. It is simply SOP.
Kim
Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1822
Glad to see that Simon and Cathy can chat without getting mad as well as bantering.
May Your Light Forever Shine
Thanks for the Link
I didn't really remember the song until I heard it. Then I clicked on some Blondie links on the YouTube page and ended up listening to Bobby Darren sing Dream Lover with stills and video of him and Sandra Dee.
The song...
I'm familiar with it, mainly because of this cover version released far more recently...
Interestingly, even the Sinatra version's a cover - here's the original...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Cathy is empress of her domain and Simon might
as well remember that but still, the comment, "It also reassured me that I could still lead him where I wanted." seemed a little nasty to me... even though Simon seldom objects to going there.
She's come into her own, she has.
I was concerned that we might have uproar for a moment there but Cathy handled "it" with new aplomb, and I thought that it was rather clever of her.
Gwendolyn
Grace!
Enjoyed this episode, a lot. :-) And, the audio clip with a Grace Kelly slide show. NICE! (She's one lady I so wanted to look like. LOL)
Thank you,
Annette
Never fails to ...
amaze me how many times Simon gets into an argument with Cathy knowing that as sure night follows day he will surely lose ... And even if he did find by some piece of luck of being himself in the position of winning, Cathy would faced with that unacceptable ending just use one of the age old female weapons of either changing the subject or tuning on the waterworks ..... Best to face up to reality Simon you can never win..
Kirri