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My story is dedicated to my beloved Helen. A song inspired it.
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I longed to return to the hotel; my feet and back hurt. I was jetlagged and needed another shower.
When my husband told me, he would travel to England to meet his new team. Initially, I was unhappy; I had always wanted to go, but I was happy for him. He knew I would dearly love to go with him to England, but of course, I would not be going.
*quot;What shall I pack?*quot; I asked.
He broke into a broad smile, *quot;Pack for yourself as well. The company will pay for us both to go ... First Class. It will be the honeymoon we never had.*quot;
I had enough time to unpack, shower, and get dressed. So here we stand at the reception; I have long since lost count of names and faces.
*quot;Michael, this is Simon Baker, one of our bright young lads*quot; Eric, Michael's liaison to the UK, introduced yet another young couple. *quot;Simon, this is the senior director for ....*quot;
Eric continued as I looked at the tall woman standing before me. Even in my heels, Ağrı Escort she towered over me.
Michael took the lead, *quot;Nice to meet your Simon; this is my wife, Serrada,*quot; Michael turned to me, and I knew it was my cue to shake hands. Of course, I smiled at him, but my attention never left the beautiful woman at his side.
*quot;It is a pleasure to meet you both; this is my wife, Helen,*quot; Simon was gracious, but I could barely process his words. I put my hand out to Helen, and she took it and shook it, but I was sure she wanted both more and less than the handshake. My palm must be sweating.
*quot;It is a pleasure to meet you,*quot; Her accent was exactly as I imagined; I managed to force myself to smile.
*quot;It is a pleasure to meet you too ... *quot; I hesitated intentionally to appear as if I could not recall. But then, I locked on the eyes I had imagined a million times before as we made internet love.
*quot;Helen, your name was Serrada, wasn't it?*quot; She did her best to appear neutral and did such an excellent Ağrı Escort Bayan job that I became convinced I had made a mistake.
*quot;Your glass is empty. Shall we go see about that and let the boys chat?*quot; I said as she smiled at me in a way that made my heart stop.
*quot;Let's,*quot; She took my arm, and we walked toward the bar. We were not two steps away when I heard Michael and Simon discussing the group and its operations.
*quot;What are you doing here?*quot; Helen whispered just loud enough for me to hear.
*quot;Looking for cheese,*quot; My heart was pounding in my throat, and I could not think of anything to say.
*quot;Well, you came to the bloody wrong place, nothing good here,*quot; She laughed, and I laughed with her.
We chatted for seemingly forever; I hoped she would not be disappointed in me. Although I was not as fit as I once was, my breasts hung a bit lower than in my youth, and my shoulders rounded from being hunched over a keyboard; maybe she would not notice the scars of my most recent Escort Ağrı skin cancer surgery.
If she noticed any of my imperfections, her eyes did not show it. Instead, I swam in the warmth of her voice and the consumed hearty notes of her northern accent, the one she seemed so embarrassed by but the one I found not only endearing but utterly fantastic.
We talked about our husbands, the twists and turns of life, friends, family, the children she desired, and the daughter of which I was so proud.
My eyes never left hers, so I wondered if anyone else had noticed. Her hand brushed over mine more than once, and my fingertips over hers.
*quot;Honey, we must go, or we will miss the train,*quot; Simon and Michael were suddenly beside each of us.
*quot;Oh goodness, look at the time; we must be off.*quot; Helen was smiling at me. *quot;It has been wonderful to meet you.*quot;
She hugged me a little longer than necessary.
I watched her go; she stopped and smiled at the door, and with that parting glance, she was gone.
*quot;Till Tuesday, my love,*quot; I whispered to her parting form.
*quot;What was that?*quot; Michael asked, without waiting for my reply.
*quot;Oh, nothing,*quot; I responded before slowly finishing my drink and putting my glass down, just kissing her empty glass.