Shari's story

Closing the front door behind me i turned to lean my forehead against the coolness.
"christ onna stick !" i mutter "what a day !"
Stretch myself upright as i wander into the kitchen for a beer. Opening the fridge allows a puff of spicy freshness to escape. Rooting around the back past the Bokchoy and other weird stuff inhabiting my fridge these days I pluck a beer from the cardboard sixpack. She’s certainly changed my life I think as I muse about the fridge. Used to be full of half eaten Chinese & pizza crusts and now its full of healthy goodness my chubby side sneers.The snick of the front door brings me out of the little world I had been drifting in. Standing I walk into the lounge in time to see Shari sigh and dump bags of grocery’s on to the sofa. Looking up she see’s me and smiles. Bright blue scarf contrasts with her dark skin. Absolutely beautiful to me.
“bet you didn’t put the water on for a cup of tea for me did you ?” raised eyebrow and smile makes me grimace.
“ahh wasn’t sure what time you were getting home” I try to stumble out of that sudden minefield.
“..humpff...well at least you got yourself a drink after a hard day…wouldn’t want my happiness to die without a beer now would I ?” damb woman gets to me so easy I think. Walking over I rub her shoulders.Softly growling I say.
“go and get in the shower and I will put away the shopping” I lean forward and kiss her softly. “and save some water for me..bloody hog” I swat her bum as she walks past to make her run and giggle. Her voice , I could go on for hours about her voice. The way it has a certain music to it , the way she says good morning for instance. Early morning tucked up in bed it’s a slow sultry mumbled turn on. During the day it’s got bells in it. I swear it does !
**leaving the videomart last week my phone started to ring. answering as I fumbled for my car keys I heard a long drawn out wail.Shari’s parents visited out of the blue. Getting home and jumping up the stairs two at a time I slam open the door. Covering the living room floor is shredded paper , photo’s and debris around a huddled Shari on her knee’s head bowed and sobbing. A wilted broken flower surrounded by fallen petals. I rush over stumbling past the chairs and fall to my knee’s.
“aahhhaahh iim…im” her voice firms then quavers ”im dead to them !...deeead !” wailing she tells me that her mother rang the other day and wanted to see her. something about divorce proceedings. but her father stormed in when she answered the door & started shouting , veins popping & purple faced. he ripped up her birth certificate in front of her and spat in her face. mother came in and dumped a box of shredded photo’s , awards etc. and watched as her daughters life was destroyed and denied. i hate them just for that little fact , that they deny her existance and rather think she is dead. BASTARDS !**
Shutting the last cupboard door I wander out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the bathroom. I need a hot shower and my back rubbed as those memories drag me down and I never want to be down in the dumps when I have my love home , my total oneness. I would do anything for her , anything as I have a residual guilt about seducing her away from her husband and family. I had to as she is my one , my soul mate and I don’t care.Walking into the steamy room I strip down and sit on the toilet seat to take my shoes off. Shari has the waterproof radio on.
ohh my love my darling..
ive hungered for your touch a long
lonely time. time goes by so slowly
and time can do so much
are you still mine ?
As I open the sliding door to the shower I glance into the mirror. To see tired eye’s staring back at me. I step into the steaminess and grin at a soapy breasted Shari grinning back at me. A hot flush centre’s over my stomach and starts to throb as it moves down. Cramp. Bloody hell my periods are starting......