This story originally appeared elsewhere in 2006 under one of my other pen-names and sporting the alternative title "The Twenty-sixth". LadyCibelle and Techsan assisted me in preparing it for posting on that occasion.
However like most of the tales on my hard drives, I'm pretty sure that it has undergone some modification since then. So responsibility for any typo's etcetera found in the content fall squarely upon my shoulders.
Clarification: Local Bike or Village Bike = a promiscuous female. Female, strategic planning and information dissemination centre = well, if you are male and you don't understand to what that refers, the reader should be able to pick it up from the text immediately following.
For The Good times.
You know, sometimes life can throw some real curve balls at you. Then you can finish up getting left to make choices and really you're not really sure which way you should go.
My problems started when I got talked into doing something really quite innocent, but which had consequences I never really expected. Before I knew it I found that I'd come to a point where I had to re-evaluate almost everything that had happened in my life before and make a serious decision about my future.
The decision that brought me to that particular point in my life came a few months after the wedding of one of my friends. Well, to be honest, she had really started out as just another girl who worked in my office. I was never really sure why she had latched-on to me in the first place, or even how it came about that we started going to lunch together. After all, I was nearly twenty years her senior.
Maybe she figured I was a safe bet, as I hadn't made a play for her when she started working in my department. Or maybe - as I was the boss and old enough to be her father to boot - the thought of me making a pass at her had never crossed her mind.
I think nearly all the other guys in the office - whether single or married - had had at least one try at chatting her up over the five years she'd been with the firm. And I've got to admit, she'd made a pretty good -- and sometimes very public -- job of shooting them down. She didn't really need my help on that score.
I don't mind telling you Theresa -- or Terri as she was known in the office -- was one hot looking young lady. You know, her body went in and out in all the right places and she dressed to show it off to its best advantage. And I am going to admit that I really did enjoy the envious looks I received when we went to the café or pub together for lunch.
I'm willing to bet that quite a few of the guys got jealous when they saw Terri hanging on my arm. But I'll tell you now that the friendship between the young woman and I was strictly platonic. Terri treated me more like a surrogate father than anything else, although I was on the receiving end of some nice kisses under the mistletoe at the firm's Christmas dos over the years, and I'm sure there were a few rumours flying around on occasion.
Whatever, I didn't really care; it kept the gold-diggers at bay. I was one of the high earners in my company and it was rumoured that before I retired I'd be in the running to be top dog.
Terri's own father had passed-away whilst she was still at school and shortly after she joined the company I discovered that she missed him a lot. It could be that's why she had chosen me as her mentor when she first joined the firm. From what I had learnt over the years, there didn't appear to be anyone else in the frame for that particular job and I assume Terri had decided I was the best candidate around.
As the years had passed, I'd come to know first Terri's mother Brenda, and latterly her boyfriend Kevin, whom eventually became Terri's fiancé, very well.
Theresa's mother was about my age, an extremely attractive woman, and she had a very vivacious personality; there was no mistaking where Terri had inherited her looks and personality. As we got to know each other better Brenda, or Terri and her fiancé would quite often baby - or should I really say, child - sit my children for me when required.
Wow, wow, wow, now don't any of you go getting ideas about Theresa's mother and myself. We had on occasions gone out for a meal or to see a show together, and she had been a wonderful help to me with the children. But there was definitely no chemistry between us and we both knew it. We'd had a long and very personal conversation shortly after we first met and since we had come to treat each other almost like brother and sister. Any affection that we felt for each other was strictly on those grounds. Funny really, when guys did asked Brenda out, they found themselves being presented to me, to get my approval.
And if you must insist, I will admit that Brenda and I had shared a bed on occasions. We'd had some fun and kept each other satisfied, but that was as far as it went. I believe we'd successfully kept those liaisons a secret from Terri and my children though. We had no intention of showing any of the children that Brenda and I considered sex outside of wedlock acceptable behaviour.
There was a slight drawback to my association with the two women though. Over the years, Brenda and Terri had produced -- what appeared to me to be a never-ending line of – eligible female to whom they enthusiastically introduced me. I have never been able to understand why it is that women think that all unmarried men need to be clapped back into irons. I had it figured that I was doing quite nicely on my own, thank you very much. Well, with the kids around, that is!
Anyway eventually it came to the time when Terri had finally accepted Kevin's proposal and she decided that was finally going to deign to walk down the aisle with him. Terri had that poor guy twisted around her little finger. But then she invited me to have the honour of giving her away.
Terri claimed that there was no one else she could ask to do the job and made it quite clear that there was no way I was going to get out of it. Ah, yeah, I think I was under her spell as well, almost as much as Kevin was. If only I had been a few years younger!
I did suggest that -- in these modern times -- Brenda could have done the job quite easily; but neither of the women thought that was a good idea. Probably for the best actually, because Terri's mother was in tears (of joy) for most of the ceremony and I had to almost carry her back along the aisle. I also had to support her (physically) during the photo call, and the receiving line at the reception. Well, she was losing her only child.
It also fell upon my shoulders to read Brenda's speech at the end of the meal, because she gave up after about three or four attempts at starting it; Brenda kept breaking down in tears. Terri's new husband, Kevin, had requested that I say a few words; he said that I was the nearest thing Theresa had to a father. So I did the best I could.
Whilst I was reading out Brenda's speech, I had been concentrating on reading it from the piece of paper she had handed me so that went fine, I think. However when it came time for me to have my little say, I was reciting from memory most of the time. Until that is, I saw 'her' sitting there at the back of the room!
I can't exactly say what happened then. I must have stopped speaking for a moment, because I suddenly became aware of the silence in the room and that everyone was looking at me expectantly. My mouth had suddenly gone very dry and then I fumbled around until I found where I thought I had broken off in my little diatribe. I did as good a job as I could under the circumstances of reading the rest of it out. I think that the latter part of my little offering didn't go quite as well as the beginning.
Later when the speeches over and the cake ceremonially cut and the tables had been moved from the dance floor. As usual Terri and Kevin had the first waltz together and then Kevin's father came over and took Brenda's hand; I had been asked to do the honours with his wife Shirley.
We had only been on the dance floor for a couple of moments when she demanded, "Okay, Jack, who the hell is she?"
I think I should tell you, that I had got to know Shirley and Ken (Kevin's father) quite well in the weeks leading up to the wedding. Besides that, we'd met many times during the previous couple years, since Kevin and Theresa had started courting seriously. I believe I can refer to them as good friends. But I'll add, that for some year I'd been a fairly private person, and I had rarely discussed my past life with anyone.
"Pardon, Shirley; what do you mean?"
"Come off it, Jack. You saw someone out there and it knocked the stuffing out of you. You struggled through the rest of that speech. Come on, tell me who could have had that effect on the Rock?"
"Sorry, the Rock?"
"Jack, you're a Rock. Just what Brenda and Terri would have done over the last few years without you around, I don't know. Now I know they've introduced you to every available female within a hundred miles. But from what they tell me, you have never been in the slightest bit interested. Then quite suddenly you saw someone out there in this room today and you went completely to pieces. Now come on, tell me who she is?"
"Okay, you've got me. If you insist on knowing, it's my ex-wife!"
"Oh, my, and you didn't know she was coming?"
"No Shirley. I haven't seen her since our divorce ten years ago."
"Doesn't she ever come to see the children?"
"Oh, blimey, Shirley, they aren't Claire's children! Christ they aren't even mine really; they're my brother's kids."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know. So that would explain why they call you Jack; I had always thought that was a bit strange. You know, a disrespectful way for them to address their father."
"My brother and his wife were killed in a skiing accident; an avalanche in Alps eight years ago now. I took the children in; there was no one else. Probably the best thing I've ever done in my life, for them and myself. The children called me Uncle Jack for a long while, but it's a mouthful so we dropped the uncle bit sometime back. You know in the last few years some of the time they call me dad. Makes me feel kind of good and sad at the same time."
"Hmm, so the iron man isn't quite the tough guy he makes myself out to be?"
"You've lost me, Shirley?"
"Well, you put on this air of being strong and independent, Frank. I'd always thought that you were a widower left with the onerous task of bringing up three children on your own. Which you are making a pretty good job of, by the way."
"I had thought that you couldn't bear the idea of anyone replacing your wife, and that was why Brenda's matchmaking plans have never come to fruition. But it turns out, that you'd chosen to take your brother's children in. And I suspect that you are still very much in love with your wife."
"Ex-wife, Shirley! And me still in love with her; you've got to be joking! Where'd you get that idea from?"
"Oh, come off it, Jack. If I'd walked over there and hit you over the head with a bloody frying pan ... you wouldn't have been no more gob-smacked than you were when you clapped eyes on her. You almost lost it completely! And I wasn't the only one who was looking to see who'd had that effect on you, you know. We almost saw the Iron man melt in front of our eyes."
"It was just the shock of seeing her here, Shirley; that's all."
"You believe what you will, Jack. I know what I saw in your face."
The dance came to and end, but before I could get off the dance floor, Terri grabbed me and dragged me back out there again.
"Okay, what was all that about?"
"Don't you start! I've had just had your new mother in law giving me the third degree."
"I want an answer, Dad."
"You are today whether you like the idea or not. Now tell me what's going on?"
"My ex-wife is here."
I didn't think Terri's eyes could get much bigger; but they did!
"Oh, shit! Who is she? Where is she?" Terri demanded, at the same time as she twisted and turned trying to look at everybody in the place at once.
"Terri! Terri!" I said to get her attention, not that it did much good. "If you say I'm your father tonight, then leave it. Claire and I, broke up a very long time ago. My reaction when I spotted her was just because I hadn't seen her in a very long time. It took me completely by surprise, that's all!"
"Ooh, I see her! She's the beautiful blond sitting at that corner table." Terri said, completely ignoring what I'd just said to her.
"How do you work that one out?"
"I'm right, aren't I?"
"I think possibly you are." I was trying 'not' to look in the same direction as Terri. "But how do you know?"
"She's watching us like a hawk, and trying to pretend she isn't. Oh, and she's got that same look in her eyes as you had in yours when you first saw her. Are you going to ask her to dance?"
"I very much doubt it, Terri, no! We weren't exactly on the best of terms when our marriage broke up, you know."
"Tell me what happened?"
"Terri, this is neither the time nor the place. Now please drop the subject of Claire."
"Okay, Dad, if you insist; but you can be a real spoil-sport sometimes, you know." Terri said, but somehow from her tone I inferred that her mind was far from dropping the subject completely.
I was rather pleased when that dance came to an end, because an 'injured child' like expression had come over Terri's face.
But then, as we arrived back at our table, I became acutely aware that all conversation that had been going on around it as we drew near, abruptly stopped! I noticed Terri make a sly gesture to Brenda whom, I think, had been talking with Shirley as we had approached. That gesture caused Brenda to retrieve the two women's handbags from the table and to rise to her feet; then she and Terri headed of towards the 'female, strategic planning and information dissemination centre' together.
They hadn't been gone for more than a couple minutes before Shirley, along with my eldest daughter, Angela, got up and followed suit. I realised that I had to put a stop to this before things got completely out of hand; so I got up as well and followed after them.
I was standing in the lobby outside the 'Ladies Powder Room' when all four girls finally came out together her, still in excited conversation.
On becoming aware of my presence, they stopped in their tracks and went silent; all of them had expressions on their faces, reminiscent of a small child who'd just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. I could guess, but I hadn't actually heard any of what they had been talking about inside; although they didn't know that.
"Okay, girls, this has got to stop before it starts. Now here's how it's going to work," I said, trying to get in control of the situation. "So now you are all aware that my ex-wife Claire, is here today.
"Well, for your information, when Claire and I parted, we weren't on what you could call the best of terms with each other. We had loved each other once, but that all kind of fell apart as the years went by. Don't ask me how or why, I don't know, but that's how life goes sometimes. Now, we all know that Brenda here has been trying to play cupid since the day I met her. But you are all barking completely up the wrong tree on this one!"
Brenda went to say something, but I put my hand up to silence her and spoke on.
"There is no way in the world that Claire and I could ever get back together again and that's the end of it! So, Brenda, let's have none of your silly little games this evening, shall we?"
"Why? Did one of you partake in extra marital activities or something?" Brenda demanded.
You might think it surprising that I did not take umbrage at either Brenda's nosiness or the straightforward approach she took when asking me questions. But Brenda and I had developed an extremely close friendship as I have already said. We'd learnt to lean on each other as a man and wife would usually do and just about nothing was a taboo subject for us to talk about. However the subject of Claire was an extremely sore point with me, and one that I had successfully managed to avoid discussing for many years; even with Brenda. So I believe my voice was a little sharp when I replied and probably I'd said more than I would normally chose to do, considering the company we were in.
"No, we did not! We fought with each other like cat and bloody dog, over nothing. We just fell out of love with each other, that's all. It's just something that happens to some couple sometimes; our life together turned into a bloody nightmare; not far short of World War Three. The best thing that Claire and I ever did for each other was to walk away from that disastrous marriage. Now, I'm asking you please, stay out of it; all of you?"
Having said that, I turned on my heel and returned to the function room before any of them could speak. Four rather quiet and somewhat sheepish looking females followed me. I was at the time satisfied that Claire's presence would soon be forgotten. But I was wrong on that score, although I'll admit I didn't become aware of any further conspiring amongst the four girls that evening.
It was probably half an hour or so later, that I spotted first Kevin, and then his father Ken, dancing with Claire. Both of them to my mind made a point of sweeping Claire past our table. Claire however averted her eyes as she passed me. How do I know? Because I was bloody-well watching her pass; in the same position, you'd have done the same damn thing.
I looked daggers at the girls, who all shrugged their shoulders back at me, effectively denying all knowledge. Then all four of them made a hurried strategic withdrawal onto the dance floor together.
Obviously things were getting out of hand. So I thought my only option was take the bull by the horns and get back into control of the situation; even if it did call for some rather drastic and unexpected action on my behalf. As the next waltz started, I walked down the room toward the table where Claire was sitting.
"May I have the honour, my lady?" I asked, holding out my hand and bowing.
Claire smiled up at me, then taking the offered hand replied. "Thank you, fine sir, I'd be delighted." Then I led her onto the dance floor.
"This is a surprise. I didn't think you'd ask me to dance." She said as she settled in my arms.
"We've been divorced a long time, Claire. Surely the war is over and we can be civil to one-another; if not friends?"
"Friends, I hope," she replied.
"You're looking well." I said, trying to make innocuous small talk. I figured that once the girls saw that Claire and I could be together without swooning over each other then they'd let things alone.
"Thank you, Jack. So are you."
"I was quite surprised to see you here."
"So I gathered. I'm sorry, Jack. I should have made sure you saw me earlier, but I stupidly did the opposite thing and tried to stay out of your sight. I even dodged the receiving line. On reflection, that could have been a mistake.
"No real harm done. Other than some slight embarrassment on my part, and a near heart attack."
"Honestly, Jack, I wouldn't have come if I'd known you were going to be here."
"Hmm, how should I take that?"
"I mean, I didn't intend to embarrass you and your wife."
"Wife? What bleeding wife are you talking about? Why does everyone want to get me married off all the time?"
One would suppose that I must have said that a little sharply' although that hadn't been my intention.
"I'm sorry, Jack; I just assumed. I did hear the bride call you dad earlier. Aren't you married to her mother?"
"Good God, no, Claire. Brenda's a good friend. Terri works with me, I've just got very friendly with her family and her mother; she looks on me as kind of a father figure. Terri calls me dad sometimes, just to wind me up. I can't really get angry with her; both her and her mother have helped me a lot with the children. You know, babysitting and the like."
"Children! You've got children! So you did get married again?" Claire said, with a very familiar hard edge to her voice that instantly brought back unpleasant memories.
As she spoke it occurred to me that Claire knew nothing about the death my brother and his wife; nor about my having adopted their children. But then why should she know? It all happened some years after we'd separated and we did live in different towns almost a hundred miles apart. The way we'd felt about each other when we had divorced, l hadn't bothered to keep tabs on her; so I very much doubted that she had kept tabs on me either.
"No, Claire, I did not get married again. I might have made a fool of myself once. But you know the old proverb, once bitten, twice shy! Brian and Marie were killed in an accident some years ago. So I've adopted their children."
Claire's face at first showed a little confusion as I spoke, and then maybe a little annoyance at my little dig at her, finally taking on a look of concern when she came to understand the situation.
"Oh, my god, I'm so sorry, Jack. The poor little mites. What happened to Brian and Marie?"
"An avalanche in the Alps."
"Oh, Jack, I am sorry. Brian was the last of your family, wasn't he?"
"I've still got the children."
"Yes, that's one good thing. I suppose they must have been some consolation to you. Are they here? Oh, god, now that's a silly question for me to ask, of course they are! Now I think about it; I've seen them, haven't I? The two girls are bridesmaids and I'll bet that handsome young usher at the church was Graham. I thought he looked familiar when he showed us to our seats. They were so young when I last saw them, I didn't recognise them immediately. It must have been the family likeness that made me notice them."
"Yeah, most folks think I'm their real father."
"In a strange way, you're lucky, Jack. Do you think it would have been different for us? You know, if we'd had children together?"
"Shall we stay out of uncharted waters, Claire? Now you've got some idea of what I've been up to. How have you been getting along since... ?
"Don't ask, Jack. Not too good, I'm afraid! I tried the dating game for a while and met a couple of nice guys. Both of whom turned out to be married so that was the end of them. What others there were, were only after one thing and I made damn sure they weren't going to get it from me.
"Then there was one guy who I could have really fallen for, but he was arrested for fraud. Luckily before I lent him any money. That turned out to be his modus operandi; he'd meet a widow or divorcee, flatter her silly and ask her to marry him. Then he'd borrow or steal as much cash from her as he could and follow that up with a moonlight flit.
"Anyway I've sworn off men now. It looks like I'm not very good at picking them."
"Oh, um, your not still with Viv, are... ?"
"No, I'm bloody not! How could you infer such a thing, Jack? Vivian got married and moved out of town about a year or so after our divorce. I've hardly seen her since." I sensed Claire was angry with me but she was doing a pretty good job of controlling her feelings.
Ah now, you won't know about Vivian; I'd better tell you. Vivian had been Claire's closest friend and confidant in the latter years of our marriage; whilst, that is, Claire and I were in open warfare. In the heat of battle, I'd hinted quite often that there was something funny about the two women's close relationship. Yeah, you get the idea. Not very nice of me I'll admit; but all's fair in love and war.
It was nonsense, of course. If Claire had only known about the times just after we'd first met her, that Vivian -- who was divorced, by the way -- had made several blatant passes at me. Christ, just after the divorce was finale, the bloody woman even rang me up one evening and invited me to join her in bed at a local hotel. Although I never did tell Claire about any of that; not that she would have believed me anyway.
No, the digs and not so subtle hints I had made about Claire and Vivian's friendship had all been part of the on-going battle between Claire and myself. I suppose the inference I'd just made was the fallout from that old war. You know, old habits die-hard.
"I wasn't inferring anything, Claire. I was just asking."
"Come on, Jack, you know me better than that. No, I've given-up looking for someone to spend the rest of my life with." I sensed Claire trying to get her emotions back under control and remain civil. "If a man turns up in the future, then so be it. But I'm not actively looking for anyone anymore. And what about you, how's your love life been going?"
"Not a subject I like to talk about, Claire. Not that I've had much time left to chase after women in the last few years. What with looking after the children and holding down my job and all at the same time."
Claire looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "Would you mind if... ? What I wanted to ask you was, may I meet the children, Jack?"
"Of course you can. After all, you are kind-of related to them."
"I suppose I am when it comes down to basics. I assume that I am still their auntie even if we are divorced?"
"I haven't got the faintest idea girl, but I can't see why not. Whatever you're their godparent anyway. Come on, I'm sure they'd love to meet you again."
"Hmm, not a very good godparent, am I? Do you think they will remember me? They were all quite young when we..."
"I'm sure they will, Claire. They've seen you enough in Brian's old cine-films."
The tune ended -- well, it could have been the second tune, I have no real idea exactly how long Claire and I had been dancing and talking -- so I led Claire over to the table where just about all of what remained of my family and my closest friends were sitting.
My oldest daughter, Angela, jumped up as we approached, ran over and threw her arms around Claire's neck. She obviously remembered her aunt. I didn't get a chance to make any formal introductions, because Kylie and Graham quickly followed suit. Although I'm not sure the younger two, besides having seen Claire in those films, would have remembered her from when we had been married.
But then Kevin came over and collared me for something and when I got back to the table, I found Claire and Brenda in deep conversation. When Brenda saw me approaching, she smiled and -- rising from her seat -- dragged me back out onto the dance floor.
"My god, Jack, how did you let her get away?"
"Whoa Brenda, don't let looks fool you. I told you, Claire and I were at war for the last few years of our marriage. We couldn't stand the sight of one another by the time it ended. You know sometimes love is not enough!"
"And the reason you were fighting?"
"Buggered if I know, Bren. We just rubbed each other up the wrong way, I suppose. We forgot that marriage takes a little work. You know what I mean!"
"No, I don't! Are you telling me something was missing from your lives."
"I suppose it was, but I've no idea what."
"Ah, sore point there. Oh, Christ, Brenda, don't mention children to Claire. She's not infertile but she's got a problem. You know she can't carry an embryo full-term successfully. God knows we tried enough times. Try to make sure no one else talks about babies either; Claire can get quite upset by the subject."
"Jesus Christ, Jack, I thought you had some brains in your head, but sometimes you can be a real idiot!"
"Children, Jack! The moment I asked why you never had any. You tell me not to mention children to Claire. That means you are aware that she was upset about not being able to have any."
"Of course I was aware. Once we discovered Claire had a problem we never discussed children again. God, I bent over backwards not to upset her with the subject. I did everything I could to make sure the subject of children wasn't brought up when she was around. Damn it, we rarely visited my brother and steered clear of my folks whenever I thought Brian and the kids would be there. Christmas, Christenings and things were bloody murder.
"And you still don't understand why your marriage failed."
"Look over there, Jack?" Brenda said, as she swung us around so that I could see our table. "Look at Claire with the children, you fool. That's what I'll bet went wrong between you two. She's a lovely person and a natural mother if ever I saw one. Just like you're a natural father. Remember how the children accepted you in place of their parents and now look at how enthralled they are with Claire. I think Claire thought she was letting you down by not being able to give you the children that you desired. And it could be that you showed some resentment towards her also."
"Hold on there, Brenda, you've only just met Claire. You don't know anything about her or our marriage and what went wrong with it."
"I'm a pretty good judge of people, Jack. No one pulls the wool over my eyes. Not even you!"
"Now don't you go getting any of your ideas, Brenda. Claire and I divorced a long time ago. We are two different people now."
"All right, Jack, if you insist, I'll hold my peace. But I can see when two people are made for each other. Even it they can't!"
The tune ended, but before I had returned to my seat, Angela came up and wanted me to dance with her.
Angela is my second favourite dance partner. I'd originally learnt ballroom dancing with Claire, but I'd hardly danced at all, after we'd divorced. When Angela had taken up dance classes, she'd wanted her brother to go with her as her partner. Young Graham however refused point blank; he didn't want to lose face with his friends by going to a dancing school with his elder sister. So that honoured duty fell upon my shoulders; and together Angela and I had become pretty good on the old dance floor.
As we danced Angela talked about Claire, as I had surmised she would. But she never made any hints about Claire and I getting back together. Looking back now I realise that Angela is the crafty little monkey. I imagine her mind was working the same way as Brenda's, but with a might more subtlety.
Let's just say, that I was well aware that the terrible three -- Theresa, Brenda and Angela -- along with help and encouragement from my younger daughter, Kylie, had been trying to get me married off for some time by then. Claire must have looked like a godsend to them.
Why is it that women can't know an unattached guy and not try to either seduce the poor bugger, or marry him off to one of their friends? Or any eligible unmarried female they happen to come across.
Anyway as I said, Angela is a wily little character. Besides saying that she liked Claire and that she wondered why we had separated, she steered well clear of the subject. Angela made no subtle hints about us getting back together.
By the time we returned to our table Claire was in the process taking her leave to return to the friend she'd come to the wedding with.
For those interested, Claire had come to the wedding with one of Kevin's aunts who did not wish to make the hundred-mile drive alone; her husband being out of the country on business that weekend.
As Claire was leaving our table, I decided it wouldn't hurt to have one more dance with her, we'd always liked dancing together right up to the end. Then I led her back to her friend's table. About an hour later -- shortly after, Terri and Kevin had made they're ceremonial departure for their honeymoon -- the group that Claire was with also left.
Well, that's what everyone had thought. If fact Terri and Kevin had gone to a hotel out on the edge of town for the night. I'd rented the bridal suite for them for their first 'official' night together. The following day I was due to drive them to the airport. But Brenda and I were the only people who knew of those plans.
I was surprised that over the next few weeks, none of the women in my life mentioned Claire at all. This at first worried me; I don't know why, but it did.
I had figured they were all thinking along the lines 'He loved her once, perhaps he will fall in love and marry her again!' But after some time had past, I decided I was wrong on that score and began to relax a little. I began to think perhaps they realised that loving someone isn't all it takes to make a good marriage. You do have to be able to live with them as well and Claire and I had proved that was the one thing we could not do; hadn't we?
However meeting Claire again had brought back the happy memories of the good times that we'd shared together, besides those latter days of doing battle. I think those first six years we were married ... no, more like nine, or was it ten years ... that we'd known each other, we had some really good times together.
I found myself daydreaming recalling our first date. Well, no, that isn't really correct either; it was half of a date in fact. I was going with a girl at the time. Oh, god, what was her name? Never mind it's not important. Anyway my date that evening had asked me to find an escort for an old family friend of hers who was coming to stay with her family for a few days.
I'd conned a pal of mine into coming along. The guy owed me a favour or two, so reluctantly he agreed to do the honours. We picked the girls up in my friend's father's car and took them to a local nightspot for the evening. Nothing special but they did have live music there. Claire was very quiet and my friend didn't hit it off with her too well. In fact he spent most of his time making-up to my date. It was when I was returning from the gents that I caught sight of them smooching away in a dark corner together.
At first I wasn't sure what to do. Punching the guy on the nose sounded like a good option. But I doubted that would it achieve very much, except get me banned from the pub/club. I can't say I was madly in love with the girl anyway. Well, that must be obvious, because I can't even recall her bleeding name now.
So I thought to myself, "Okay, man, you've nicked my date, then I'll nick yours!" and I asked Claire to dance with me.
I think for the first time that I saw a proper smile come on Claire's face that evening and it was then that I began to realise just what my so-called friend had passed-over. Claire was a very pretty girl, especially when she smiled.
When the next really slow number started, we moved in real close together and ... oh, boy, that's when I knew just who had got the better cut of the deck that night.
Claire and I didn't bother to return to the table. After collecting her handbag, we left the pub and went for a walk down by the river. By the end of the walk -- which I suppose I should add lasted until about two the following morning -- I think I knew everything I needed to know about Claire and she knew my life's history. You know, I still dream about that evening walking along by the river with her.
By the time we finally got back to the girl's house, I'd arranged to meet Claire again the following afternoon. Claire was to tell me later that my original date for the night wasn't particularly impressed with the outcome of that evening. Apparently my so-called mate had borrowed some money off of her to put petrol in the car and then he had not even bothered to take her telephone number before he dropped her off home. In consequence we all doubted she'd ever see that cash back.
Ah, well, that was her problem. She'd made her own decisions the night before.
Anyway the following afternoon Claire came back to my place, where she met my parents and Brian. I know, a strange thing to do on your second date, but that's what we did anyway. Claire was a hit with my family straight away and she appeared to like them.
On the Sunday afternoon Claire travelled back to her own home. From then on our courtship was a long distance one, because Claire, as I said, lived in another town roughly one hundred miles away. We did manage to see each other most weekends. Either I went up there to stay with her folks, or she came and stayed at my house.
Four months into our relationship, Claire and I first made love. Well, to us it was making love, but it was the first time experience for both of us. Not strictly true for me, since I had managed to screw a couple of the local bike's before that evening. But whilst those occasions had been satisfying for me at the time, neither had been a memorable or noteworthy experience that could even vaguely have been described as "making love".
However things did not go quite as well as Claire and I would have hoped for our first time either.
My parents were away that weekend and Brian was out with his fiancée on the Saturday evening. There was no discussion between Claire and myself about us going out that evening as well. I think we were both aware what the evening held for us and wanted to happen.
But as I say, it was not the magical experience that we had both envisaged. Although we did actually do the deed several times that night and we were -- up to a point -- satisfied with the results. But in all honesty things could have gone better.
Why several times? Well, there were three rubbers in the pack, wasn't there. Rubbers, not the most erotic things that you can come across, and they do kind-of destroy the romantic atmosphere somewhat, don't they?
I will say that we were quick learners though. I think both of us did some really hard reading over the next few weeks, even exchanging the books we had each managed to find. You know finding good books on how to make love successfully, weren't all that easy to come by back in those days. Quite a lot of what the books we found were complete rubbish really, but I think they got our minds working the right direction. After some discussion though there were things we decided we'd leave trying until after we were married.
Anyway we talked a lot about sex when we were together and learnt what each of us liked when we had the opportunity. That was the important thing. We had more chances to get together once my brother Brian had got married. There was no way that my parents or Claire's were going to let us share a bed together. So before Brian got married, I'd give up my bed to Claire and sleep in the lounge. Once Brian had left home, of course Claire started using his old bedroom and from then on it was a tiptoed creep across the hallway, once the parents were asleep. We did have to keep the noise down though.