The Meltdown of a Banker's Wife by Gill Davy-Bowker

Author:Gill Davy-Bowker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book Guild Publishing

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‘So you’ve got Alan to agree to our tropical adventure! That is just brilliant! Rob is up for it too. We need to find a new perspective on things … Ah, this is bliss!’ sighed Kelly contentedly.

Imogen, Kelly and Mel were having their pampering day at the spa. Just now, they were all in a row with their faces stuck through the head end of the couches, being massaged with hot stones and sumptuous oils. They had been in the sauna, had a swim in the very glamorous mosaic and real marble Romanesque pool. They had also indulged in a tiny, leafy meal which resembled a doll’s house garden washed down with designer mineral water. Mel felt all the chips and burgers oozing out of her system already. She was really up for the colonic irrigation experience they had booked to enjoy together this afternoon. And when all the crap (in the true sense of the word) had been sucked out of them, they were all going to make their bodies into temples. Fresh glowing skin! Lovely slim and lithe with no wobbly bits and squeaky clean colons! What more could a girl want in preparation for prancing around the beaches of some coral island? Then there would be all the clothes shopping! When they were all thin and nubile, they would actually need new clothes, not just for the holiday, but for their new sophisticated and svelte lives.

‘I am never going to put another bite of anything into my mouth unless it’s macrobiotic and organic. Never again!’ announced Imogen as the tube was removed from her rectum. It had been a strange experience akin perhaps to having a VAX carpet washer shoved up their bottoms. Not altogether pleasant, but isn’t it always the same when something is good for you? It was certainly more pleasant than having the horrendous triple-strength nuclear laxatives Mel used to give to patients prior to major bowel surgery. Not half so much griping or mess and conveniently removed via a tube … the height of decadence. Feeling luscious and light and perfected, the girls left the spa a few hundred pounds (in money, not weight, unfortunately) lighter and set off for the school. A lovely Friday evening after a lovely Friday daytime.

‘We’re not going to have any alcohol ever again, are we? My body is a sacred chalice!’ ventured Mel. But, now they had left the spa and the freedom of Friday evening beckoned, one wondered how long this saintliness might last.

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