Choosing Her Lover

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And I think, that is that….

Until, at six pm, just as I am about finish for the day, Ben marches in again. “Come on,” he says. “I want you to come with me.”

“Come with you? Where?”

“Up to Mike’s place.”

“What? You want me to go there? What for? I barely know them.”

“Mike’s not at home. He’s working late. I want to catch James and Charlotte in the act, and I want a witness, so the bastard, and the bitch can’t deny it when I confront them.”

“Ben, you can’t do this. And haven’t you forgotten something? James Alexanders is my boss. I could lose my job…”

He stands, arms akimbo. “Fuck you, then. I’m going anyway. If you won’t come with me, I’ll go by myself. I’ll take a camera.”

Jeez…. I’d better go with him. See if I can stop him doing anything too stupid….

“Alright. I’ll come with you. Let me get my stuff and clear up my desk.”

I’ll fetch the car and pick you

reply…. Then Charlotte….

the front and I get in. Staring into traffic, my mouth dry, I give it another go: “Ben, this isn’t right. You can’t just barge into someone else’s house

man fucking my brother’s wife. Of course,

don’t think you

okay for my her to make a fool of my brother?” Then he turns to face

drives us out of the City and up the mountain. The views are amazing, but I can’t enjoy them, my stomach churning

pull up by a spa hotel, ‘Life and Beauty’.

Ben. “But I don’t want them to see me

gardens which are a mixture of well-kept and maintained, and hopelessly overgrown.

to be in mid-renovation, a mixture of old and new, dilapidated and restored. Standing over high meadows overlooking a lake, the position is incredible. In any other

“the bedroom curtains are

you can’t.” I try to hang back, but he ignores me, walking quietly to the

Oh, please be locked….

which turns, and

on the threshold. “Are you coming

my

know where you stand, don’t I?” and he goes