04-01-2022, 03:29 AM
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Everything was spinning in Martin's head. What had just happened here?
What was happening to him?
He had found a woman, no he had found the woman for himself. But was he really allowed to possess her, to claim her for himself?
She was married, of all things, to a man he knew only too well! Dammit!
Sure, the marriage probably wasn't exactly the one he'd had with Ashley, but was that a reason to break into it?
No, it certainly wasn't. But what did Marilyn want? Was she perhaps going to break up with Robert anyway?
But then surely Robert would have reacted differently.
Or was he blind? Was he a man whose wife packed her bags one morning and he didn't know why?
While he was getting dressed again, he thought back and forth, but came to no real conclusion.
He couldn't bring himself to do the sensible thing, which was to pack his things and leave, but everything else had to go in the direction that was the least sensible.
He decided to talk to Marilyn about it as soon as he could.
There was probably no point in continuing this relationship, if one could speak of it at all, like this. Eventually he fell asleep again over the thought.
"Hello sleepyhead, coming for breakfast?"
Sleepily Martin opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of an angel!
Marilyn had bent over him.
Briefly she looked to the side, as if to make sure no one saw her, and then gave him a kiss on the mouth, "To make getting up work better!" she said with a mischievous grin.
If Martin had racked his brains a few hours ago about whether he shouldn't leave the house after all, that kiss had suddenly spirited all those thoughts away again and all he could think of was looking forward to having breakfast with Marilyn at the same table.
Even if he would certainly have a guilty conscience towards Robert.
But this fear quickly subsided when Marilyn told him that her husband was still feeling lousy and would probably not look up until lunchtime.
So the two of them had breakfast alone...
What was happening to him?
He had found a woman, no he had found the woman for himself. But was he really allowed to possess her, to claim her for himself?
She was married, of all things, to a man he knew only too well! Dammit!
Sure, the marriage probably wasn't exactly the one he'd had with Ashley, but was that a reason to break into it?
No, it certainly wasn't. But what did Marilyn want? Was she perhaps going to break up with Robert anyway?
But then surely Robert would have reacted differently.
Or was he blind? Was he a man whose wife packed her bags one morning and he didn't know why?
While he was getting dressed again, he thought back and forth, but came to no real conclusion.
He couldn't bring himself to do the sensible thing, which was to pack his things and leave, but everything else had to go in the direction that was the least sensible.
He decided to talk to Marilyn about it as soon as he could.
There was probably no point in continuing this relationship, if one could speak of it at all, like this. Eventually he fell asleep again over the thought.
"Hello sleepyhead, coming for breakfast?"
Sleepily Martin opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of an angel!
Marilyn had bent over him.
Briefly she looked to the side, as if to make sure no one saw her, and then gave him a kiss on the mouth, "To make getting up work better!" she said with a mischievous grin.
If Martin had racked his brains a few hours ago about whether he shouldn't leave the house after all, that kiss had suddenly spirited all those thoughts away again and all he could think of was looking forward to having breakfast with Marilyn at the same table.
Even if he would certainly have a guilty conscience towards Robert.
But this fear quickly subsided when Marilyn told him that her husband was still feeling lousy and would probably not look up until lunchtime.
So the two of them had breakfast alone...
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