Jayne’s lover.
She stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and, wrapping it around herself, headed to the bedroom. Mart had already had a shower, and was finished dressing, he was heading out somewhere today, so she would have the house to herself.
They met in the kitchen, Mart had done toast and coffee, Jayne cleared the crockery away when they finished, as Mart pecked her on the cheek and, with a brief goodbye, was gone.
She got started on the usual humdrum chores, some washing, and a light hoovering, music on, but not too loud.
She had an idea, and grabbed her phone, intending to see if any of the ladies at the stables were up for a ride out later…and then she saw it.
The message.
From “Him”.
It was simple, and straight to the point.
“I know he’s out, I’m coming round to fuck you.”
She stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and, wrapping it around herself, headed to the bedroom. Mart had already had a shower, and was finished dressing, he was heading out somewhere today, so she would have the house to herself.
They met in the kitchen, Mart had done toast and coffee, Jayne cleared the crockery away when they finished, as Mart pecked her on the cheek and, with a brief goodbye, was gone.
She got started on the usual humdrum chores, some washing, and a light hoovering, music on, but not too loud.
She had an idea, and grabbed her phone, intending to see if any of the ladies at the stables were up for a ride out later…and then she saw it.
The message.
From “Him”.
It was simple, and straight to the point.
“I know he’s out, I’m coming round to fuck you.”