Love Sex Work Murder by Neal Bircher

Author:Neal Bircher [Bircher, Neal]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-07-05T23:00:00+00:00

In the morning Nick awoke and reached over for his watch. It was on the bedside table, and he smiled at the sight of the reminders of the night before that accompanied it: the fallen tapestry and the two (unopened) twelve-packs of condoms. It was nearly nine thirty. Breakfast was served until ten o’clock. Gail was stirring next to him, and she asked him what the time was. “Just early enough to get a quick one in before breakfast,” was his reply.

They got down to breakfast looking dishevelled with about four minutes to spare. The dining room contained nine tables, two of which were occupied by other guests: a middle-aged couple, and a man of about forty in a suit. Helen was hurrying about tending to them. Nick apologised for their late arrival, but Helen was all smiles and genuinely didn’t seem to mind. The three guests all looked up and nodded an acknowledgement of Gail and Nick’s arrival. Gail smiled coyly at Nick; it didn’t seem that anybody was eyeing them knowingly, or angrily.

Nick ordered bacon, fried egg, sausage, fried tomatoes, and fried bread, Gail just had cereal, and they shared a pot of tea. The man in the suit read a copy of theIndependent as he wrapped up his breakfast with toast and marmalade, and the middle-aged couple drank the remnants of their tea whilst speaking to one another in the kind of hushed tones reserved only for church, libraries, and guest house breakfast rooms. They were probably planning what to do with their day. Gail and Nick adopted the hushed tones too, and although their conversation may have been similar to the other couple’s there were also no doubt certain differences.

“What do you fancy doing today then?”

“Well, I thought it might be nice to go for a walk around one of the lakes … and find somewhere for some outdoor sex.”

“That’d be nice. What do you think: a big tree maybe, or just some long grass?”

“Both probably … and then perhaps a rowing boat.”

“That sounds good to me!”

“And then perhaps we can think about looking for somewhere for lunch.”

Gail and Nick’s freedom was invigorating, firing their respective imaginations with thoughts of fun and adventure. Thoughts of what might be happening “back home” meanwhile were able for the most part to be banished right to the back of their minds.

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