did feel rejected and he wondered what gave her the right to reject him. To him she had made it perfectly clear she was his, whenever he wanted her. Why would the bitch do that to me? He couldn’t see himself texting her again. She would have to come to him, gagging for it, before he could be bothered with her again. He sat on his sofa for a while looking at his grubby hands from the gardening, disappointment and frustration building up inside him. He was hungry, so he swilled his hands and decided to get some fresh air and a take-away. It was getting late and the day had flown past. Other than writing his best seller he thought it had been a waste of a day. He didn’t want the day to end up like this. It had started off so well and he wanted it to finish the same way.
* * *
Marcia was working until closing time at the Bluebell Pub. Normally it would be gone midnight before she got home. Tonight was quiet, with just her and the landlady serving; they had two customers each. Helen the landlady told her to get herself off home at 10pm as it was so quiet. It was not an offer she was going to refuse and Marcia got herself half a lager and sat down, now her shift had finished early.
She looked at the message she had received earlier; the message with the one word ‘Dinner’. It had come as a surprise. She really enjoyed her sexual encounters with Matt, and after she thought she may have shown too much enthusiasm, but she was certainly not against doing it again sometime, but really she was thinking in a month or two; that’s if they were both still in the same situation. The text disappointed her a bit. It made her feel used and cheap. She knew they were using each other and that she really had made all the running, but there was no way she was going to be someone’s everyday shag. She would do it when she wanted; it was always going to be her call. As she got up and said her goodnights before walking home, she wondered how a man who at one time would not look at her suddenly wanted her so much. She smiled; it made her feel just a little bit better. Until she thought that all she had really done was give her body away far too easily and her smile turned to a frown as she felt like a used piece of meat.
The longer the wait the better it will be; she told herself... and if he really fancies me then he’ll wait, won’t he?
She crossed the road from the Bluebell Pub and walked up the road a little. She took the short-cut to her home that she took most nights. It was an alley between the houses, only about one hundred yards long but it cut off quite a bit of the walk. There was a six-foot wall on one side and an eight-foot wild hedge on the other. It was dark, as the moonlight was hidden by the clouds and no street lamps available to light up the alley. The ground was soft under her feet and she walked slowly as she was unsure what she was stepping on.
She was beginning to regret deciding to go that way, as it seemed eerily dark without the moonlight glow. She’d walked about twenty yards into the alley when she heard shuffling and her heart went into her mouth as she immediately thought of rats. Then she thought she could just see an outline of someone in front of her and breathed a sigh of relief when she realised she had just bumped into someone walking the other way. She was just about to say good evening when her words were muffled by the fist that hit her in the face. Letting out a cry just before the second punch caught her in the eye, she slumped to the ground holding her face. Her body slammed against the brick wall as she landed and she felt the crack on her elbow as it connected with the brickwork; the pain racing up to her head. As she lay on the dirt she felt a further two punches before she passed out. The last thing she remembered feeling was just pain, the last thing she saw was darkness, as her body shut down and she lost the
* * *
Marcia was working until closing time at the Bluebell Pub. Normally it would be gone midnight before she got home. Tonight was quiet, with just her and the landlady serving; they had two customers each. Helen the landlady told her to get herself off home at 10pm as it was so quiet. It was not an offer she was going to refuse and Marcia got herself half a lager and sat down, now her shift had finished early.
She looked at the message she had received earlier; the message with the one word ‘Dinner’. It had come as a surprise. She really enjoyed her sexual encounters with Matt, and after she thought she may have shown too much enthusiasm, but she was certainly not against doing it again sometime, but really she was thinking in a month or two; that’s if they were both still in the same situation. The text disappointed her a bit. It made her feel used and cheap. She knew they were using each other and that she really had made all the running, but there was no way she was going to be someone’s everyday shag. She would do it when she wanted; it was always going to be her call. As she got up and said her goodnights before walking home, she wondered how a man who at one time would not look at her suddenly wanted her so much. She smiled; it made her feel just a little bit better. Until she thought that all she had really done was give her body away far too easily and her smile turned to a frown as she felt like a used piece of meat.
The longer the wait the better it will be; she told herself... and if he really fancies me then he’ll wait, won’t he?
She crossed the road from the Bluebell Pub and walked up the road a little. She took the short-cut to her home that she took most nights. It was an alley between the houses, only about one hundred yards long but it cut off quite a bit of the walk. There was a six-foot wall on one side and an eight-foot wild hedge on the other. It was dark, as the moonlight was hidden by the clouds and no street lamps available to light up the alley. The ground was soft under her feet and she walked slowly as she was unsure what she was stepping on.
She was beginning to regret deciding to go that way, as it seemed eerily dark without the moonlight glow. She’d walked about twenty yards into the alley when she heard shuffling and her heart went into her mouth as she immediately thought of rats. Then she thought she could just see an outline of someone in front of her and breathed a sigh of relief when she realised she had just bumped into someone walking the other way. She was just about to say good evening when her words were muffled by the fist that hit her in the face. Letting out a cry just before the second punch caught her in the eye, she slumped to the ground holding her face. Her body slammed against the brick wall as she landed and she felt the crack on her elbow as it connected with the brickwork; the pain racing up to her head. As she lay on the dirt she felt a further two punches before she passed out. The last thing she remembered feeling was just pain, the last thing she saw was darkness, as her body shut down and she lost the
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