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Why'd she leave? Brian says, I thought Una was going to stay awhile? She found some place else, Nuala says, didn't want to crowd us in. Brian eats the dinner and looks at his wife. I liked her, he says, better than some of your friends. Well she's gone now so doesn't matter, Nuala says. Silence enters the room. Has she a boyfriend? Brian asks. No, not yet, Nuala says, musing on she and Una having *** that last time, after Brian had left for work, and he returning, and they in bed stiff with fear he'd find them, but he didn't. Some bloke'll be lucky, Brian says. Fancy her do you? Nuala says. No, but she's a nice girl, someone will snap her up, Brian says. I'll let her know the next time I see her, Nuala says. Brian nods. He did fancy her, but not that much that he'd risk his marriage for, he muses, taking in Nuala's dark features, the tone of her voice. Fancy a drink out later? He says. Suppose, Nuala says, can if you like. They eat on in silence. He imagining Una giving him the come along if Nuala was out and Una still there, maybe just to see if, but no, he muses, it'd not work. Nuala wishes Una was still there, still near, be able to have her when Brain was out at work or better still at her new place when she gets one, that'd be more fun.
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
MORE FUN 1997.
Why'd she leave? Brian says, I thought Una was going to stay awhile? She found some place else, Nuala says, didn't want to crowd us in. Brian eats the dinner and looks at his wife. I liked her, he says, better than some of your friends. Well she's gone now so doesn't matter, Nuala says. Silence enters the room. Has she a boyfriend? Brian asks. No, not yet, Nuala says, musing on she and Una having *** that last time, after Brian had left for work, and he returning, and they in bed stiff with fear he'd find them, but he didn't. Some bloke'll be lucky, Brian says. Fancy her do you? Nuala says. No, but she's a nice girl, someone will snap her up, Brian says. I'll let her know the next time I see her, Nuala says. Brian nods. He did fancy her, but not that much that he'd risk his marriage for, he muses, taking in Nuala's dark features, the tone of her voice. Fancy a drink out later? He says. Suppose, Nuala says, can if you like. They eat on in silence. He imagining Una giving him the come along if Nuala was out and Una still there, maybe just to see if, but no, he muses, it'd not work. Nuala wishes Una was still there, still near, be able to have her when Brain was out at work or better still at her new place when she gets one, that'd be more fun.
A MAN AND WOMAN IN IRELAND IN 1997
#man#ireland#wife#1997
TerryCollett
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TerryCollett
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
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