Well
getting into, eh, costume was interesting, but I will have to leave a
description till later. Let’s just say I
look like a maid. Although definitely of
the kitchen maid type, I think the term is scullery maid. Oh dear... And an old maid too.
But
that is not the think to think about at present. The cook had me prepare a caramelised onion
and brie dip. That brought back memories
as it is one of my wife’s favourites. I
was then told to take it upstairs where Mistress Eleanor was hosting a bon
voyage party for one of her friends. I
should have known. It was for my
wife. I didn’t know if I should be happy
or sad, but as it was no one paid me any attention. The benefit of being a maid is that no one
notices you.
All
I had to do was walk into the room and place the dish on the side board where the
other food was. I noticed my wife in the
corner talking to a handsome man.
As
I adjusted the dishes to make room I kept sneaking glances over at her. She saw me doing this. I blushed.
She smiled, but the smile could equally have been directed at her
gentleman friend. I felt jealous. I felt aroused. I watched as she kissed him. I forced myself to turn away so I didn’t
stare. I turned to go. They were still kissing. Passionately.
Her eyes were closed as she savoured the shared intimacy which is unique
to a kiss. Oh my. How I longed to kiss my wife like that.
As
I took one last look before leaving the room my wife opened her eyes and looked
directly at me. I scurried away to the
safety of my cell a bundled of conflicted emotions.
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