Brittany sets the rules for her summer at Dad's house.
The first beer disappeared down her throat and she signaled for another.
Perched on the stool she was able to think about all she was doing. Try as she might she could not refute the fact that she had awakened her sexuality and she wanted to continue on the journey.
The difficulty was that she did love her husband and she wanted to bring him on the journey to. So far he had seemed reluctant to talk and yet as she sat and contemplated life Ashkey was determined that this issue would not remain a mystery between her and her husband for much longer.
IS THERE RECRIMINATION? - CH8
Ashkey had resolved in her head that she was going to go home snuggle up with her sleeping husband and sleep the night away together. He was probably worrying about her and what had become of her.
She reflected that this situation was not his fault. Oh, he was a contributing factor but at the end of the day, she had made the decision to marry him and she had known what sort of man he was when she had walked down the aisle with him.
Also and more importantly in her head she had known what sort of woman she was. She had always had a high sex drive as a teenager and she should have had the courage to discuss that with her husband before committing herself to him. She could also have talked to him over the years about her sexual frustrations and the need for her to express herself.
Sat there on the bar stool she was lost in her own thoughts and actually laughing out loud at what was going on in her head. Now was the time to go and get things sorted out. Okay maybe he did not need to know about what had happened over the past few days.
In fact weighing up the options it was probably better that she did not discuss with him what had happened recently. He would not understand and why rock the boat. She would go home and arrange to talk to him and then be honest with him.
She was so happy with the decision that she had made in her head that Ashkey allowed herself the luxury of changing from a beer to vodka. Fuck it she thought lets celebrate with a double. She had one and then she had another. She was ready to go home and face her husband.
Ashkey took a deep breath and then she eased herself off the stool. As she attempted to stand, she suddenly realized how much alcohol she had actually consumed. Her legs were unsteady her vision blurred and she felt nauseous. Shit she was in trouble.
She had forgotten how alcohol affected people. She was not a drinker these days and although she used to be able to consume a bucketful that had been many years ago. Now all she felt was sick. There was no euphoria, no high just a poorly feeling deep in the pit of her stomach.
For a moment Ashkey stood at the bar trying to compose herself. She gulped in huge quantities of air but the heavy smoke laden atmosphere did nothing to help her state of mind. She was fighting hard the urge not to vomit when suddenly she was aware of a figure stood in front of her.
She looked up and tried to focus. To do this she had to screw up her eyes and look at the figure with them half closed. Doing this also helped her nauseous feeling and she began to feel better. She looked at the figure stood in front of her and she was confronted with a man.
He was smartly dressed in a business suit with a white shirt and tie. His shoes were polished. He was clean-shaven and smelled as if he had just stepped out of the shower. He was also very handsome. He was about 6ft 4in tall with rugged looks. His muscles appeared physically well developed and his skin was tanned with the recent bathing of the sun on it.
As Ashkey stood and took in all these physical details of the man, he was reaching out a hand to offer her support.
"Can I help you ma'am?"
Ashkey was grateful that someone in the bar had taken notice of her plight and her physical inability to stand and communicate.