Flight into Trouble – Part Three

By Eleanor Powell | July 6, 2010

The story so far ……

Margie is lying over her boyfriend Pete’s knee again and he is keeping his promise to her – his belt has just made contact with her quivering bottom; the ringing of the phone spoiled the moment once more and Pete had told her to take the receiver off the hook.

Now read on ……

‘That’s it,’ Pete pushed her off his knee and stood up. ‘Seems to me you’re more interested in the phone than me.’

‘Where are you going? She asked.

‘I’m going home – as if you care,’ he said sulkily.

‘Sorry darling, please don’t go, I’ll make it up to you I promise.’

Putting her arms around his neck, she held her face up for a kiss.

Meanwhile the phone was ringing loudly.

Sitting back down on the couch again, he gently pushed her away from him. ‘You’d better answer that and make it snappy; I’m not feeling too patient at the moment.’

She ran across the room. Lifting the receiver, it was Tazeline again.

‘Hi Margie, hope I’m not disturbing you.’

‘Don’t worry, I was doing nothing special,’ she could feel Pete glaring at her.

‘I just had a phone call from the competition organizers.’

‘They haven’t cancelled have they?’ Margie interrupted.

‘No, quite the opposite, there has been a change of dates.’

‘Go on Tazzy,’ she urged her friend.

‘It’s not next weekend, but this coming one.’

‘Y-you mean the day after tomorrow?’ She turned round and glanced at Pete who was wildly gesticulating. ‘Hang on Tazzy,’ putting her hand over the mouthpiece, ‘what’s the matter darling?’ she asked.

‘And I’m supposed to do what while you’re gallivanting in Berlin?’ he asked

‘Don’t be such a grouch; it’s only for a weekend. ‘Anyway, we’ll discuss it in a minute.’

Taking her hand off the mouthpiece, ‘go on Tazz tell me more.’

Ten minutes later she replaced the receiver and went to sit down next to Pete.

‘I’m meeting Tazeline Friday lunchtime at the Plaza Hotel in London. Our flight leaves Heathrow at eight o’clock.’

‘What you going to do for those few hours? He asked.

‘Not seen her for about four years, so we have a lot of catching up to do.’

‘Oh you mean gossiping,’ he asked.

‘Probably, but we were very good friends last time we met.’

Pete looked at her, his right eyebrow shot up. ‘How much good friends,’ he asked.

What can she mean?

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