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And Then Came Dessert

... She’s going to kill me.’ ‘No she won’t. I don’t know what she’ll do, but I’m sure it won’t kill you.’ ‘You can’t make me do this.’ ‘Yes I can, and you know I can.’ She was right. It wasn’t a threat. I had never been able to refuse her anything. Even after all the suffering and the break-up, I still had a weak spot for her. ‘You will go and you will do everything she tells you to do. Remember she’s my best friend and whatever you do for her, you do for me. And I know you still want to do good by me. You need me like the air you breathe.’ True again. In the short time we had been together, she had become more a part of me than I thought possible. The world just wasn’t the same without her around. It wasn’t love and it wasn’t sex. It was some sort of addiction. I was a junkie to the power and the strength of will that exuded from her skin, oozed from her attitude, radiated from her being. It was seven sharp when I knocked on Marie’s front door with a shaky hand. She lived in a renovated burger’s house out at the canal, which she owned. It was in brick, painted white and with small windows and a red wooden door. It was dark already and bitter cold. Marie answered the door after the second knock. ‘You came. That is great. Come in, you must be freezing.’ You may have wondered whether I was exaggerating when I said she was six foot ten. I wasn’t. I was five eight myself and she was still a head taller. She placed a hand on my shoulder and bowed down gracefully to allow me to peck ...

... her on the check. She smelled of lavender and tobacco. ‘Take your coat off. You know where to put it. Would you like a beer while I finish up in the kitchen?’ ‘Yes, thank you, beer is fine. No glass.’ She disappeared into the kitchen and came back with two frosty Carlsbergs. It was too cold for beer, but I needed something to calm my nerves. ‘There’s an opener in that drawer over there. Pop mine while you’re at it, will you?’ She was off into the kitchen again. I opened both bottles and joined her. Several pots and pans were boiling and frizzling on the stove. ‘You’re a darling. Cheers.’ We clashed bottles and took a sip. She put hers down on the counter and stirred the pots and pans. She was wearing a white see-through blouse, no bra and a long flowered skirt that covered her ankles. She had small flat breasts with broad dark nipples that were clearly outlined behind the thin fabric of her blouse. She caught me staring at her and smiled. ‘I had to take off my jacket, it’s just too hot in here.’ She had a large mouth with sensuous lips which hardly covered her over-large white teeth. Her hair was blond and slick and she had it done up in a knot, teacher style. Her eyes were large and blue. She never wore make-up of any kind, not even lipstick. A pair of large emerald earrings dangled from her ear lobes, stretching them. She was not unpleasant to look at, except for the teeth which sort of spoiled the picture, especially when she smiled. She wasn’t shy about it though and I ...