The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 2474 by Angharad Copyright© 2014 Angharad All Rights Reserved.

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To say we had a pleasant making up session when we went to bed is possibly an understatement. Mum used to say sometimes it was worth the pain of a squabble for the making up afterwards. She might have been right, it’s just that I love Simon so much and feel so insecure at times, feeling he’ll leave me for a fertile female one day, that I don’t like to risk things with him. He’d tell me I’m neurotic and he’s probably correct but I still have this fear however irrational it might be in reality. He told me that he expected me to leave him because he was a boring banker. I told him lots of women would think he had several million reasons not to find him boring. He knows that I don’t think about money, I have enough to get by and after that it’s just greed.

Others might disagree, but that’s how I feel. I love him for himself a very caring and compassionate man who occasionally gets things wrong, sometimes very wrong but he seems to love our children and they love him to bits—and I, love them all.

I waddled to the breakfast table, too sore to sit really and half surprised Trish didn’t suggest going for a bike ride; but she didn’t, she just exchanged sly smirks with Livvie, who smirked back. I felt like saying loudly, “Yes we fucked last night, we’re a married couple, they do so get over it.” However it would have upset Daddy who was also seated at the table. When he asked if I had a bad back, the girls nearly fell off their seats laughing. He seemed to miss the point completely or pretended to.

After breakfast Simon announced he’d booked a table for us at the hotel, who wanted to go? I wasn’t sure I could be bothered, all I wanted was a soft chair or a long soak in a hot bath. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer so I agreed but without much enthusiasm. I suggested he take the dog for a walk and take the girls with him. He gave me some funny looks but agreed to do it. Kiki must have thought it was her birthday—two walks in a morning. Pretty well all of them went with Simon, Danni even agreed to push Lizzie in her stroller push chair. As soon as they were gone, I ran upstairs and started to run a relaxing bath.

While it was filling I shaved under my arms and checked my legs for hair—they weren’t at all bad. I checked the water, it was far too hot so I needed a few gallons of cold water to make it tolerable, otherwise I’d have come out like a boiled chicken portion.

It was still on the hot side of comfortable and when I dipped my tail into the soup, boy did it sting. It did ease off as the nerve endings melted, and I sloshed some water around myself. Then after a half hour soak, I dried and moisturised my pink, glowing skin, then washed my hair separately. While that was drying in the towel wrapped around it, I sat on the bed and examined myself. My fanny was all red and swollen and very tender to touch. I had some povidone iodine solution in the cupboard and mixed it up with some KY gel and very gently managed to get some in a very tender place. I hoped it would prevent infection because I had a feeling I either had friction burns or a slight tear somewhere—we got a little carried away.

Shoving a panty liner in my drawers I dressed and perfumed myself then dressed in very smart chic casual. A skirt and blouse with a rather nice Chanel cardi. It was warm enough not to need tights, so I pulled on some footsies and then my court shoes—red four inch heels—it’s not like I’m going to walking much, is it? I finished my hair, then did my makeup, finishing just as they all returned.

When I made my entrance he whistled and told everyone they had to dress as tidily as their mother and sent them off to do so. Trish and Meems asked me to help and I told them I’d be along in a few minutes. They ran off together giggling.

Si gave me a hug and a kiss and whispered, “How about we just go up to bed?”

“I’ve just spent the past hour getting ready, besides I am so sore, if it isn’t any better tomorrow I might go and see the doctor.”

He smirked, “It did get a bit frenzied, didn’t it?”

“Frenzied? I thought you were going to penetrate my bowel or my bladder. It really hurt.”

He looked very sheepish, “I’m sorry, I forget...”

“I’m not a real woman,” I completed for him.

“What? No, I sometimes forget you don’t enjoy it so rough, I got carried away, sorry.”

“It’s okay, it takes two to do it, so I’m as responsible as you.”

“Look, you must tell me next time. I tend to forget in the heat of the moment.”

“Would you hear me if I did?”

“Yeah, course I would.” I shot him a questioning glance and he added, “I see what you mean. Look I wasn’t just thinking of my pleasure, you know.”

“I know. I wasn’t looking to apportion blame just explain how it felt, and that is quite sore.”

“Yeah, but it usually eases off, doesn’t it?” He didn’t sound quite as confident as he might have liked to.

“Usually, but it does feel worse today.”

“You look lovely,” he said and kissed me on the cheek. He went off to shower and I went to help the younger girls. Jacquie changed Lizzie and I dressed Cate. Stella who’d overslept put her two in pretty little dresses and wore a trouser suit which seemed to emphasise her slim figure. She made me feel fat in comparison.

At about twelve noon, we were all finally ready and Si phoned for the hotel to send their minibus to collect us. That would take about fifteen minutes and I asked the girls to keep themselves clean and tidy. Looking at Tom in his best suede jacket—one I bought him for his birthday—it looked like we were all going to church—not a place I tend to frequent, but that was how I saw us all in our Sunday best.

Simon began to take photos of us all and then of individuals. As usual I felt self conscious and tried to avoid being in the pictures despite them all yelling I should be in all of them, because I was the one responsible for us all being together.

I decided to go to the loo before we left. I shut the door of the cloakroom and locked it out of habit—otherwise you get gate crashed by an enthusiastic but dumb spaniel. Pulling down my panties I thought I saw the remains of the iodine on the pad. Standing up to wipe myself, I felt some more run down my leg, except when I wiped this, it was rather red not orange. Another lot ran out of me and I felt a bit woozy. I sat back down on the loo seat and heard it dribbling into the pan beneath as my head began to spin and things drifted away into the distance.