This is a work of fiction, a short story of 750 words.
John had finished. The grunt had told her that.
She held on to him for as long as she could, knowing he would move soon, and then talk about having to go. It hadn’t been very satisfying for her, but she had learned to live with that. For Marsha, the hardest part was at work, pretending John was just the boss, and she was his loyal assistant. She knew that there were plenty of others waiting to fill her shoes. That redhead Jane, in accounts, and the pretty plump girl Wendy, who was always finding reasons to leave her desk in transport.
John cleaned himself up with some of the tissues from the box by the bed. When he started to get dressed, Marsha suggested he might enjoy some of the lasagna she had prepared. As usual, he declined. Checking his watch, he gave her an awkward grin. “Bridget and the girls will be expecting me back by eight at the latest. Sorry.” She smiled in return. “No problem, I can always have half tomorrow.” Once he had left, she relaxed in a hot bath. Though still unsatisfied, she was pleased that he had finally popped round. It had been almost six weeks, after all. Problems with the girls. Exams for one, university choices for the other. He had to be at home to deal with that, anyone could see.
Having little appetite, she had thrown the lasagna into the kitchen bin. She wasn’t that fond of Italian food anyway, and only made it for John. Marsha had settled for another glass of Prosecco, and some cheese and crackers. She liked to keep her figure. It was important to keep John interested, she knew that. Later on, she satisfied herself under the warm bath water. Adding more hot water, she had time for reflection, with a third glass of the sparkling wine. Fourteen years. Can it really have lasted for so long?
She had been just eighteen, and John almost ten years older. She liked his close-cropped beard, and noticed the way he looked at her legs. It was less than six months before he told her how he felt about her. Naturally, she was flattered, but hardly surprised. The looks, the accidental touching, asking her to stay late for extra work, and telling her about the problems at home. Marsha was not experienced, but even she knew it was only a matter of time. When it came, it was all that she imagined. Frantic, passionate, urgent, and needy. She rode the height of John’s lust, and returned it in the same fashion.
Very soon, it was at least once a week, usually at work. There were some occasions in his car, and one memorable night against a wall in the approach to the railway station. She moved out of her parents’ house, and rented a small flat close to where he lived. They were the golden years. Both going there straight from work, and making love before he left it until the last possible moment to make his way home. They expressed their love to each other. He would leave Bridget soon, once the girls were at secondary school. That was a promise. He only wanted to be with her, and could no longer stand his demanding, nagging wife.
When they went to that school, John didn’t leave. They were unsettled, he told her. Give them a couple more years, and it would be fine. When he promoted her to Personal Assistant, tongues wagged, and heads turned. Marsha didn’t care, she had earned it. Her work was good, and her loyalty beyond question. Besides, they were a couple, in all but name. Very soon the secret would be out, and everyone would just have to keep their stupid mouths shut. John arrived one night with furrowed brows, and not wanting sex. Something was obviously wrong. Victoria, his oldest, was having problems. She had been reported for taking recreational drugs, and her boyfriend was from the wrong side of town. Bridget was beside herself with worry. He would have to stay longer, see the problem through with Victoria, and get her on track for university after all. He was devastated, Marsha could see that. She held him close, fighting back her own tears. “Poor John”, she purred.
Marsha let the water out of the bath. If she dried off quickly, she could still watch her programme, before bed. John just needed a little more time. They would be together very soon.
She was certain of that.
Aww poor Marsha! She just wants to be loved. I hope she finds it. 🦋 happy valentines
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You too! Thanks for reading.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hey! I liked this a lot:)
Very pleased indeed
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Thanks for reading and commenting.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Sad story indeed, but people are very good at lying to themselves and refusing to see the truth. Yes, I have known a few of them myself, and even if the men ended up leaving their wives it didn’t always work out…
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When they leave their wives for the mistress, that’s generally when trust issues affect any chance of a good relationship. “If he could do it once…”
Thanks, Olga.
Best wishes, Pete.
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How sad. How true for some women. Well written, Pete.
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Thanks, Jennie. It is a sad fact that many women seem to settle for what they see as their lot in life. Social change and progress might change that in the future, hopefully.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Let’s hope so. Best to you, Pete.
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Nice story, Pete. I’m glad Marsha is looking after figure. I don’t want her to get tubby.
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Thanks, David, much appreciated. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Great short story Pete!!!💖🤗😗 I am so conflicted on how I feel about Marsha.💙💛💙 She obviously has some kind of issues most likely self esteem issues.😕 She may feel that she can’t do any better or has deep rooted issues herself. There’s also many possibilities. So, great post Pete and an awesome way to make us think!😍💖😗
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If my story made you think about Marsha, Dani, then I am very happy indeed.
Thanks as always for reading and commenting. 😉 x
Best wishes, Pete. x
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You’re welcome!💖💙💚💛💜 Of course I will always read them, it may take some time at times but always get to it!😘🤗 I thought I was the odd man out thinking about Marsha and why she may be that way. Lol. Xoxo
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Your writing is improving more with each passing day. You are destined for great things, my friend.
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Such kind words, John, and very much appreciated.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks as always for the reblog, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you too, Pete. Also best wishes from here. Michael 😉
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Fascinating reading the various responses to this story, Pete. Marsha seems to me to be quietly comfortable in her self-imposed delusion. She was so young when they met: she’s known little else but this ‘arrangement’. Wouldn’t it be great to meet her again when she’s aged another 10 years…. I’m not sure what we might see…. She’s still young enough to start again given the right circumstances. The point of my little musings being that you’ve portrayed Marsha as sufficiently real – with all her human frailties and necessary props to hold her precarious life together – that I find myself really wanting to know. I care about her!
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Thanks very much for your kind words, Sandra. That is of course what I am trying to do. And if it has succeeded, then I am very happy indeed.
Best wishes, Pete.
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She is such a poor woman… And she seems to be without any energy to change her fate…
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Kerin. Perhaps she has settled into a routine, or maybe she has been exploited by John manipulating her inexperience. Only she know the real reason why she stays with him.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Marsha is settled in her relationship with her boss, she has security at work which she values and that comes as a direct result of the relationship. She appears to crave something more, however, she is clearly very attractive and able and could attract a more committed man, instead she chooses this life. It seems to suit her.
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Thanks for adding your take on this story, Dominic. I am always very interested to see how different people interpret these stories.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Poor woman, she needs help with her self esteem – send her along to me! 🙂
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I suspect she wouldn’t take your advice, Gilly. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I don’t really know how to read this one. At first she doesn’t seem too fussed about him still being with his family, so maybe she has settled happily for the mistress role. He is obviously not prepared to leave his family and yet keeps coming back to her. Despite not being together as a couple something keeps drawing them back together. At first I was like “girl you need to leave him”, but then as I read further their situation seems to work for them, then at the end she seems to be dreaming again convinced he will be with her instead.
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Maddy. I am very interested to see this situation from a female perspective. I did know a few women like Marsha over the years, and they seemed to have convinced themselves that they would end up with their man eventually.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Your story had an opposite effect on me, Pete. It’s a typical story. But Marsha didn’t have any remorse, pain, regret, or an inkling of desire to be married to him. In fact, SHE seemed to have the perfect setup. That is, in her vicarious life, she was in complete control. She had her setting, her orgasm. Her life you portrayed to me, she seemed quite content and accepting. Her last words were confident.
THAT’s the interesting angle.
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Thanks for seeing that other angle, Cindy. Your thoughts are very interesting, as they always are.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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No cure for stupid.
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Sometimes, people just won’t face the truth.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Excellent….but Prosecco? As usual you hve given the reader a lot to think about and involved them in the story….well done my friend….chuq
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Thanks, chuq. Prosecco has become the wine of choice for many 30-something women in the UK now.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are welcome…..enjoy your short stories….a book in the making? chuq
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Perhaps an e-book one day, chuq, I’m not sure. I investigated publishing in paperback, but the cost per unit was too expensive.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I cheked on a book from blog and the prices were not too bad….but that was several years ago…..good luck….chuq
https://www.blookup.com/en/
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Thanks for the link, chuq. I will definitely check it out.
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Nicely done Pete.
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Cheers Eduardo, glad you liked it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I think this is fairly common with women, Pete. They can be very stupid and ruled by hormones. Well written.
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Thanks for spotting that, Robbie. Over the years, I have met so many like Marsha.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’m trying not to be judgemental, but I agree with Sue. Marsha, after 14 years of giving herself to a man who not only can’t be bothered to give her pleasure, let alone leave his supposedly unhappy marriage, is either dangerously gullible, or in total denial. Whatever the case, I can’t sum up much sympathy for her. Another excellent story that stirs the emotions Pete. When is your book being published?😊
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Always happy to stir an emotion, Kim. 🙂
I have known a few like Marsha. Sometimes it is gullibility, other times it just becomes a habit I think.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Blimey Pete, you are going to have to change your bog to a PG or even R rating if you keep this up!
And having said that I wonder how you know what rating a site has without reading the content?
What a waste of lasagne.
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I didn’t think it was too racy, Jude. I should have given a ‘warning’ of some adult content perhaps. 🙂
Marsha has thrown away a lot of Italian food over the years…
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I share Sue’s assessment of Marsha. She really needs to move on – find someone who isn’t already married.
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As I replied to Sue, I have known quite a few like Marsha over the years, Mary.
Best wishes, Pete.
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It would be interesting to see if from the other side. Is John even married?
Warmest regards, Theo
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Marsha has met his wife and children, Theo. At least that’s what she told me! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well Pete, you didi it again leaving us with an open-ended story. But then, the end is very predictable …
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Yes indeed, Peter. We can all guess what will happen to Marsha…
Best wishes, Pete.
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Stupid girl
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I have known so many like her over the years, Sue.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Indeed
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