Princess on attaining her degree and her job offer.
Honestly, my mother is so maddening at times! Here she is, nearly 43, and still behaving like a bewildered child half the time. You’d think women’s liberation had never happened the way she carries on! Chloe gnawed at her bottom lip, wondering what to do about Daddy. So far his philandering has done no harm as Mummy seems incapable of putting 2 and 2 together and making 4. But now she is definitely lonely and needs him at home more.
Her father was also worrying her. There seemed an intensity about his latest relationship that had never been there before. He was a good judge of character and always before had chosen women he could pick up and drop as he pleased, no hard feelings, no complications.
Mid-life crisis perhaps? Last chance saloon now he’s seen 50 come and go? Natasha is a dangerous, scheming bitch if ever I’ve met one. There should be a health warning on her, the rate she gets through husbands – all of them wealthy, of course. How many is it now – three? And her still only in her thirties. What did she do – fuck them into a heart attack? Sorry Mummy , she mentally chided herself, didn’t mean to use the f word, but Natasha just makes my blood boil! Poor Mummy – how can she fight for her marriage when she doesn’t even know there’s been a declaration of war? Daddy really has gone too far this time. He used to keep a balance of home and private life, but he’s almost never there any more by the sound of it. And it’s no good keep phoning me and James - it’s not down to us to fill the gap.
Chloe had left the hood down as the evening was so balmy. At a set of lights near her flat in Putney she noticed but did not acknowledge the lorry driver alongside her who was drooling at her cleavage. She flicked her very expensively highlighted blond hair over her shoulder and half smiled.
You can look, buddy, she thought, but you sure as hell can’t afford this pair! and roared off in high good humour, having decided on her plan of action. She was hungry and Daddy had no doubt forgotten all about food while he pored over the latest blueprints in his office.
It’s time he took me out to dinner. I can work on him about dumping Natasha and being faithful to Mummy.
She’d always been able to bend him to her will with just a tremulous little smile and her huge long lashed blue eyes glancing up at him in that appealing way he couldn’t resist.
“Daddy,” she spoke into her mobile as she drove. “You have to help me out here.”
“Hello Princess!” She could hear the smile in his voice. “What is it you need honey?”
“I’ll be in Alfredo’s in 30 minutes and there is absolutely no way I can eat alone there – please say you’ll join me.”
“I’m sorry but I’m really tied up here at the moment,” he apologised, running his hand through his still thick, though now increasingly greying, hair.
“Oh but Daddy,” she pleaded, “you know if I’m alone some man is bound to try and pick me up. What if it’s some weirdo who can’t take no for an answer and tries to follow me afterwards?”
“What about all your friends?” Iain asked distractedly, aware she was playing on his greatest fear for her but unable to ignore her plea – as usual.
“None available,” she lied glibly. “Anyway you know I’d rather be with you and I saw hardly anything of you over the weekend with you getting back so late and leaving so early.” She swerved wildly to avoid a cyclist she’d only just noticed and raised the finger in response to the cyclist’s clenched fist.
“Oh, do say yes – I bet you haven’t eaten since breakfast and you have to keep your strength up.”
“OK, OK,” he agreed, knowing this was going to cost him in more ways than one. “I might be a little longer than 30 minutes but I’ll be there.”
“Oh thank you Daddy!” she gushed. “I knew I could rely on you – you never let me down.”
Iain went behind his
Honestly, my mother is so maddening at times! Here she is, nearly 43, and still behaving like a bewildered child half the time. You’d think women’s liberation had never happened the way she carries on! Chloe gnawed at her bottom lip, wondering what to do about Daddy. So far his philandering has done no harm as Mummy seems incapable of putting 2 and 2 together and making 4. But now she is definitely lonely and needs him at home more.
Her father was also worrying her. There seemed an intensity about his latest relationship that had never been there before. He was a good judge of character and always before had chosen women he could pick up and drop as he pleased, no hard feelings, no complications.
Mid-life crisis perhaps? Last chance saloon now he’s seen 50 come and go? Natasha is a dangerous, scheming bitch if ever I’ve met one. There should be a health warning on her, the rate she gets through husbands – all of them wealthy, of course. How many is it now – three? And her still only in her thirties. What did she do – fuck them into a heart attack? Sorry Mummy , she mentally chided herself, didn’t mean to use the f word, but Natasha just makes my blood boil! Poor Mummy – how can she fight for her marriage when she doesn’t even know there’s been a declaration of war? Daddy really has gone too far this time. He used to keep a balance of home and private life, but he’s almost never there any more by the sound of it. And it’s no good keep phoning me and James - it’s not down to us to fill the gap.
Chloe had left the hood down as the evening was so balmy. At a set of lights near her flat in Putney she noticed but did not acknowledge the lorry driver alongside her who was drooling at her cleavage. She flicked her very expensively highlighted blond hair over her shoulder and half smiled.
You can look, buddy, she thought, but you sure as hell can’t afford this pair! and roared off in high good humour, having decided on her plan of action. She was hungry and Daddy had no doubt forgotten all about food while he pored over the latest blueprints in his office.
It’s time he took me out to dinner. I can work on him about dumping Natasha and being faithful to Mummy.
She’d always been able to bend him to her will with just a tremulous little smile and her huge long lashed blue eyes glancing up at him in that appealing way he couldn’t resist.
“Daddy,” she spoke into her mobile as she drove. “You have to help me out here.”
“Hello Princess!” She could hear the smile in his voice. “What is it you need honey?”
“I’ll be in Alfredo’s in 30 minutes and there is absolutely no way I can eat alone there – please say you’ll join me.”
“I’m sorry but I’m really tied up here at the moment,” he apologised, running his hand through his still thick, though now increasingly greying, hair.
“Oh but Daddy,” she pleaded, “you know if I’m alone some man is bound to try and pick me up. What if it’s some weirdo who can’t take no for an answer and tries to follow me afterwards?”
“What about all your friends?” Iain asked distractedly, aware she was playing on his greatest fear for her but unable to ignore her plea – as usual.
“None available,” she lied glibly. “Anyway you know I’d rather be with you and I saw hardly anything of you over the weekend with you getting back so late and leaving so early.” She swerved wildly to avoid a cyclist she’d only just noticed and raised the finger in response to the cyclist’s clenched fist.
“Oh, do say yes – I bet you haven’t eaten since breakfast and you have to keep your strength up.”
“OK, OK,” he agreed, knowing this was going to cost him in more ways than one. “I might be a little longer than 30 minutes but I’ll be there.”
“Oh thank you Daddy!” she gushed. “I knew I could rely on you – you never let me down.”
Iain went behind his
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