Ghosts in the Morning by Will Thurmann

Author:Will Thurmann [Thurmann, Will]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B008MPWRE2
Published: 2012-07-16T18:30:00+00:00

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‘I have to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you were going to come tonight, Andy.’ Anita’s voice was slightly slurred, this being the third bar we’d been to.

‘Why, what do you mean?’

‘I just know how it is with some of my married friends. You know, not easy to get a night out, what with all the married commitments, child commitments and all that.’

‘When have I ever let you down, Anita?’

‘I wasn’t saying that, Andy, don’t be so touchy. Blimey, you really have changed, haven’t you? You seem a lot more spikey than your old self.’

‘I’m sorry, Anita, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I just – ’

‘Hey, Andy, calm down, don’t worry. I’ve told you before, you don’t need to apologise to me. I like this new Andy, I really do, it was about time you stuck up for yourself a bit more, it’s good that you seem to have grown a pair of balls. Metaphorically speaking, of course.’ Anita nodded towards the bar where a tall, blond guy in a well-cut suit was sipping a pint. ‘I tell you what though, I certainly wouldn’t mind getting a hold of his balls.’ She laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle booming across the table.

I pointed at Anita’s glass. ‘Another glass of wine?’ I had to shout a little, the music in the wine bar had just been turned up a notch.

‘Yes, um, hold on, no, no.’ Anita spread her arms expansively. I noticed a hint of bingo wing wobble on her ebony-tanned arms. Only a little, though, just the merest suggestion that age was beginning to exert its inexorable authority. Anita was in good shape, and she had dressed well too, sexy but not tarty; a clingy silver frock that fell just above her knees, hinting at the shapely thighs above. The dress had tasteful black stripes accentuating the curves of her waist, and plunged invitingly to her admirably pert cleavage. My designer dress - deep burgundy red, extra large size – clung in all the wrong places. I felt overdressed, it seemed like I’d made too much effort, I hadn’t known what to wear. I was out of touch, I didn’t go out much to pubs, wine bars or clubs these days. I wanted to be small underneath the gaudy wine bar lights, but I felt like a hippo with make-up.

‘No, not wine. Let’s have a cocktail, Andy, yes, let’s go for it,’ Anita said, and gently banged her fist on the table. ‘We haven’t been out together like this for ages, we should treat ourselves. How about a Sex on the Beach?’ She winked at me but I saw her gaze drift back to the blond guy.

At the bar, the barman managed to ignore me for a full ten minutes. Too many young, pretty things to serve. Finally...

‘What do you want?’ snapped the barman. He was big, confident. Arrogant.

‘Um, can I have a Sex on the Beach and, um, a, um –’ The barman started to drum his fingers on the counter, and I felt my blood rising.

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