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Nuala enters her home and leans against the door she'd left Una back in Dublin after being in a cafe for a coffee and talk and having no place to go they sat there and talked then Nuala realised her husband Brian would be home soon and so said look I have to go Brian'll be home soon and he'll wonder where I am Una nodded and said I understand when can I see you next? don't know Nuala said see you Saturday Brian goes to football then we can arrange where to be together Una nodded and said ok and Nuala left her there looking sad now as she walks into the lounge she sits down and stares at her hands Una's landlady has got all heavy with her bringing me there and I can't go to her place anymore as she sits there the front door opens and closes and her husband Brian comes in been out then? he says she looks at her hands yes just got in she says standing up as he hugs her and kisses her cheek where you been then? he says seen a friend and forgot the time she says taking off her coat and walking past Brian and into the hall to hang up her coat so who's the friend that's kept my wife from getting dinner? he says just an old friend so what do you want for dinner? she says thinking what if I'd brought Una here and Brian came in and found us in the bed having it away what then? let's go out he says we've not been out in ages besides you look knackered he smiles she nods imaging Brian's face if he came in the bedroom while Una was kissing between her thighs well you get yourself beautiful and I'll get a beer he says and goes back into the lounge she watches him go and walks to the bathroom and undresses and showers imaging Una behind her arms around her body kissing her neck downstairs the TV's blaring Brian's drinking sitting there not caring.
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC
NOT CARING 1997.
Nuala enters her home and leans against the door she'd left Una back in Dublin after being in a cafe for a coffee and talk and having no place to go they sat there and talked then Nuala realised her husband Brian would be home soon and so said look I have to go Brian'll be home soon and he'll wonder where I am Una nodded and said I understand when can I see you next? don't know Nuala said see you Saturday Brian goes to football then we can arrange where to be together Una nodded and said ok and Nuala left her there looking sad now as she walks into the lounge she sits down and stares at her hands Una's landlady has got all heavy with her bringing me there and I can't go to her place anymore as she sits there the front door opens and closes and her husband Brian comes in been out then? he says she looks at her hands yes just got in she says standing up as he hugs her and kisses her cheek where you been then? he says seen a friend and forgot the time she says taking off her coat and walking past Brian and into the hall to hang up her coat so who's the friend that's kept my wife from getting dinner? he says just an old friend so what do you want for dinner? she says thinking what if I'd brought Una here and Brian came in and found us in the bed having it away what then? let's go out he says we've not been out in ages besides you look knackered he smiles she nods imaging Brian's face if he came in the bedroom while Una was kissing between her thighs well you get yourself beautiful and I'll get a beer he says and goes back into the lounge she watches him go and walks to the bathroom and undresses and showers imaging Una behind her arms around her body kissing her neck downstairs the TV's blaring Brian's drinking sitting there not caring.
A WOMAN IN IRELAND IN 1997 AND HER HUSBAND AND HER THOUGHTS ON A SECRET LOVER.
TerryCollett
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC
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