Adultery

I disguised myself as a whore.

Yes, but a very cute whore.

I spent the whole morning on it.

Coat after coat, facing the mirror.

Then I drove to his office.

At lunch time.

Twenty miles in my tiny shabby car on the small roads of southern France.

Pines, Cypresses, Olives-trees, all of that.

I showed up at the gate.

I asked the security guard, who recognized me then, to have him called.

He came.

He inspected me all over and we laughed.

Well, I did burst into laughing. It was a wonderful day, splashed with sun.

I put on and off my fuzz wig and, since he thought I had too much blush on me, I adjusted the color of my cheeks.

Then we left each other for a few hours still.

We’d meet at the « Nice-French-Riviera Airport » later on.

I took the documents he entrusted me with and I drove back home to wait.

My bag was ready since the day before !

We were going to Stockholm.

For a whole week !

By the end of the afternoon, I headed to the airport.

Thirty five miles, this time.

It didn’t matter, I loved to drive and frankly, French Riviera, in autumn, say what you want, is the most beautiful place ever. It blazes all over.

I know few people who don’t like it.

At the airport, since I was really early, I went to the bar.

I said to myself : « let’s see if this make-up will abuse other people than his wife, should she come and watch him ».

I sat down and ordered a whiskey.

A little bit early, but what, isn’t today a very special day ?

After a while, there came this Englishman, who sat down beside me.

Quite a clean businessman, shirt well ironed… maybe he was going to the same meeting in Stockholm ?

We chatted. Small talk. Just wanted to know if I could still speak English.

In my face, right then, only my eyes were true. And if this guy was just a little bit clever, he should see the flagrant contradiction between my very juvenile 21 years old look and the ugly coat of paint I was wearing. Strangely he didn’t notice anything. This was the living proof that sees only the one who wants to. If this man did not have something totally different in mind while coming near me, he would certainly have been much more perspicacious.

I was having so much fun !

He offered me another glass.

Then another one.

At the third one, I saw HIM, my lover, walking in.

I threw a banknote on the bar (for the first glass) and I started to collect my stuff. I walked behind Him on the tarmac, to the plane. There were three people between us. Right in the middle of my back, I could feel the burning of his legitimate spouse’s stare. She was posted right there, on the large terrace above. A true laser. But I played my role perfectly well. I went up to the footbridge and presented my boarding pass to the cute stewardess. I returned the smile she’d so nicely lent me. Right at this time we sure were equally factitious.

I walked to the seat he’d kept at his side for me and let myself drop on it as elegantly as possible. Finally !

We were on our way to Sweden and five days of marvelous happiness.

Let us not exaggerate anything, HE was on a business trip. It meant that I wouldn’t see him all day. Nevertheless, it twas five days just for the two of us. Five breakfasts, five suppers, four WHOLE nights in each other’s arms…

I took out of my handbag my huge pot of make-up remover. It was more than time to go back to normal. I tear out my russet-red wig (what do they have more than the brown ones, these bitchy girls ?) then, with a handle of handkerchiefs which I had taken care of bringing with me, I started to remove, one after the other, the layers of « booby-trap » pasted on my face.

Layers of our lies.

Suddenly, raising the eyes, I had the surprise to cross, the space of a split second, just between the two armchairs located in front of us…

… the confused glance of my English seducer !