Doing A Carol 46
Dear Diary.
WTF?
Jerry cheekily winked at me as the applause died down on their grand performance.
With tradition in hand, the Can Can dancers dispersed excitedly under a cloth of screams and yelps, leaving ‘Madam Fifi La Mur’ at the centre of attention, surrounded by a circle of joyful admirers.
Having joked with some of his friends and had pictures taken with the remaining few, Jerry saucily shashayed over to me with his boa covered arms flapping about in the air like somewhat of a demented flamingo.
‘Surprise!’ He smiled, giving it all the jazz hands he could muster.
I was too shocked to say anything. And there I’ve been thinking he was stuck on the motorway.
I then gave him a thump on the arm.
‘You git,’ I hissed. ‘Who put you up to this?’ I looked over Jerry’s shoulder as Michael raised his glass to me. Well it was obvious that I was set up by that dastardly duo, wasn’t it? The bastards.
‘It was my idea. Well, with the help from Sara and Michael. They gave me the courage to let loose.’
And let loose you did!
‘I have to admit, It was so difficult to keep it as a secret. I wanted to see the surprise on your face.’ He hugged me for forgiveness.
‘It certainly was a surprise,’ l said.
‘You’re face was a picture. I didn’t think I could have pulled it off. You were so nosey about my outfit, so that’s why I left out that vicars costume to put you off the scent.’
‘Well it certainly worked.’ My coldness weakened as my admiration for him took over. Well, he certainly has a dark side, doesn’t he?
‘By the way, you look so sexy,’ he purred, looking me up and down in a knowing kind of way. ‘I’ve never seen you like this before.’
‘Do you like?’
‘I do,’ he grinned. ‘Very sexy. Very naughty.’ He whispered, ‘Very slutty.’
‘Thanks,’ I replied nervously, not knowing what else to say.
Does he know something that I don’t know? Does he know my secret? Does he know what I’ve been up to and with whom? Have I said or done anything that I shouldn’t have? Have I given the game away with my perfect tart looking costume?
Well, what ever it is, he’s staying schtum about it. For now.
‘Shall we have a drink to welcome in the New Year?’ He asked.
‘Why not,’ I smiled as we squeezed passed the party goers to get to the bar.
Feeling releaved that my hubby was here at last and he could see me dressed up like this, we both edged our way through the tightly clustered crowd, only for someone’s hand to reach up my skirt and grab my arse. I turned around to see if it was Jerry, but he had his hands full with two glasses of champagne. So who the hell was that? I didn’t recognise any familiar faces around me, so I had no idea who it was. Cheeky sod!
I should have been annoyed, pissed off even, that someone had invaded my personal space and had, to all in purposes, had sexually assorted me. But as you know, I’ve been a very naughty girl over the past few months with much worse than that to admit to, than to be concerned over a drunken feel of my bottom.
And yes, I know it wasn’t supposed to be ‘that kind’ of a party, but still, hands shouldn’t be wandering where they weren’t welcome. Saying that, who am I kidding? I’ve had many hands wander over me, and much more!
‘A penny for your thoughts,’ Jerry asked, as he handed me a glass of champagne.
I quickly turned to him, flushed in delight from the anonymous grope and chinked glasses. ‘Oh nothing. I was just thinking of what next year may bring,’ I lied. ‘To us,’ I led the toast, smiling over the bubbles and buzzing too much from the merriment of the party
‘To us,’ he replied. ‘Hey it’s nearly midnight. Let’s watch the fireworks together.’
Without any warning, he held my hand and guided me to a quiet spot so we could watch the display more clearly.
‘Everyone, grab a glass, your partner or somebody else’s partner and let’s welcome in 2025.’ Michael’s excited voice yelled into the microphone. ‘Ten, nine…’
The countdown had started.
Jerry squeezed my hand as the chimes of Big Ben blasted out of the speakers and the firework display had begun to dance across the cloudy sky.
‘Happy New Year my love.’ He kissed me on the lips.
‘And a Happy New Year to you too.’
‘Let’s make it a special year for us. What do you say?’ His hand tightened in mine.
‘I agree,’ I smiled as I looked up in to the sparkling sky of falling diamonds returning back to earth.
I totally agree.
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