Doing A Carol 41
Dear Diary.
It’s a few hours until the vicars and tarts party and I’m alone, pottering about in our secluded country cottage in Surrey and soaking up the peace and quiet.
Due to work commitments, Jerry had to pop in to London for an unexpected lunch meeting with a new client, so he won’t be back until later.
I’m not going to lie, but this is good news for me as it will give me time to relax, pamper myself and enjoy the solitude of getting ready without any distractions and uninterrupted me time.
Jerry and I (well it was Jerry’s idea for some reason) decided for fun, that we should surprise each other with our costumes tonight.
I’m surprised that Jerry came up with that idea as it’s not in his nature to be spontaneous and impetuous. Is he going through the change? Will he one day, ride up the drive straddling a large Harley Davisdon bewmtwee his skinny legs or run around town in a bright red Lamburghini?
Anyway, it’s good for our marrage to mix things up and keep each other on our toes, isn’t it? Otherwise things can become rather stale and boring and we could eventually wonder off into other people’s arms. Oops. I think I’ve done worse than that and more than once, haven’t I?
As a good friend, Michael offered Jerry to go to his house after work where he can take a shower, have something to eat and then change in to his outfit.
That was kind of Michael to join in the fun with us, wasn’t it?
Or are those two jokers up to something? Who knows with those two? Anything can happen when they get together. Remember poker night?
It should be a fun evening as the Cooksons always throw a good party. And with a few stiff drinks in me, (stiff drinks, now read that back again) that will give me the excuse (need I have an excuse these days) to find my inner tart and get in to the character without compromising my society status. Don’t you agree?
So for that, I’m going to wear a revealing tight, silky red blouse with no bra underneath (just to be a bit of a tease) and to show my fun side. I’ll also be squeezing into a very short black skirt, black seemed stockings and black patent high heels.
And to finish the look, I’m going to wear a long blonde curly wig and slap on some over the top make up. If I’m going to dress up, then I’m going to go the whole hog and take my part seriously. I also need to come up with a name. Now let’s see…
I wonder if Jerry will recognise me? Well, when he does, he’s going to get quite a shock when he sees me dressed up like an old fashioned street walker, isn’t he?
I don’t think Jerry will make such an impact at the party though. He accidentally left his costume out yesterday on the bed and it’s a boring long black vicars robe and dog collar. Typical. Well that’s Jerry’s fashion taste for you, isn’t it? Predictable and staid.
Ping.
Blimey. It’s Michael.
Ping. ‘Hello slut. Are you looking forward to tonight? I am.’
Charming. Again, no hello or anything like that, just straight in to the hard talk.
‘Yes. Jerry and I are indeed.’
Ping. ‘I’m not asking about Jerry.’
‘I gathered you weren’t.’
Ping. ‘I can’t wait to see your outfit.’
‘Pervert.’
‘Ping. ‘You’re such a tease.’
‘I should be. You’re a good teacher.’
Ping. ‘Too right.’
‘Are there going to be anyone else there that I know?’ I’m hoping Steve will be attending as I haven’t seen him in a while.
Ping. ‘You’ll have to wait and see.’
And he calls me a tease!
‘Oh. OK. I will see you later. I’m coming over a bit early as Sara wants a chat.’
Ping. ‘OK.’
Just OK?
Ping. ‘So, you know why?’
‘Are you worried?’
Ping. ‘No, just curious.’
‘I think she wants a catch up as we haven’t seen each other for a few weeks.’
Ping. ‘Ah. OK. Well I’ll see you later. Slut.’
‘Yes. See you soon.’
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