What happens in between

35 - if these walls could talk - part two

Sorry if you hate Mia/Shibby. But we know "it almost worked in October" ;) and this explains some things ;)

I sat at the desk and began to work on my make up although my mind was distracted. I was going for a dark and sultry look, I usually wore golds, browns and neutral shades but tonight it was dark, smokey eyes, hidden in clouds of black and silver shadows and some fine glitter. My hair was long, sleek and straight. I stared back at myself. My mind wandered to Siobhan. Siobhan. I said her name out loud. I couldn't stop thinking about her, I liked her. Yes, there was an instant attraction and if Reece had sent her up as a playmate, oh, well we would most definitely be playing by now. But Roger, damn that fucking prick. She was his latest squeeze. I wondered if Autumn knew about this and was why she wasn't attending, and maybe why Reecey had made himself scarce for now. Imagine your father dating someone YOUR AGE. I didn't know for sure how old Siobhan was. She looked my age. 37. She could be 33 like Aut.

I needed to know more about her, I knew she worked at the sister nursery, but Reecey and I didn't get involved with the family business but now perhaps we should. I knew Reecey was a director but more of a silent partner, he heard complaints about Siobhan through the management channels but everyone hates their boss, right? Autumn was deputy at the main nursery so she would have had more contact with Siobhan. I wish Autumn I were on speaking terms. We hadn't spoken in years, just polite "hellos" at family dinners and such, she still holds a grudge for me pushing her away because of the silly crush she had on me. Fuck her. Fuck Reece, too. He could have give me more warning or talked about Siobhan before. He must have known before today. We didn't talk though. We argued. We fucked. We had fun. We lived our own separate lives really. We were just like a married couple. I laughed. Really, because most married couples also don't speak and live separate lives. At least that is what I had grown to learn over the years. My parents for example, Reece's parents. Hell, even Steve and Georgina next door. Although may she rest in peace now as she died about 15 years ago under mysterious circumstances and no cause of death was recorded. Accidental, they said. Steve had moved away and remarried, the girls had grown up and moved out. An old couple lived next door now, who incidentally, both seemed to live very different lives too.

I glanced at my phone, it was 5pm... Reece would be back in an hour and half. I should hurry so I can help Siobhan. I felt butterflies dance across my tummy. What was that? Nothing was going to happen. I needed to stop acting like a horny teenager for the night. I needed to be on my best behaviour, Reece said we couldn't have any fun so I was planning to call Deliah later. She was always up for something fun and kinky. She would satisfy me for the night if I needed her to.

So, back to Siobhan. I had to help her, I had to see if she would talk. What had Roger gotten over her. Ugh. I struggled to picture them as a couple. Wow, there are some things you can't unsee. I was dying to see what hideous costumes he had selected for them. With that, I donned my corset-style bra, high-waisted French knickers, and then slipped on the chiffon dress. Yes it was see-through but it was a dress. And I wasn't wearing super skimpy underwear, it was practically a bikini underneath which could really only be seen when up close. I was comfortable in it and that's all that mattered. So what if people looked at my body, I was fucking hot and if Reece had told me to behave and wasn't allowed to pick anyone up tonight, I did have to respect that. I knew Deliah was a sure-thing as a last resort. I grabbed my wings, my purse and my shoes and headed down to Roger's room where I knew Siobhan would be getting ready. I knocked softly on the door, hoping Roger wasn't around. He wouldn't be, surely.

She answers the door wearing a red silk kimono gown. Fuck. I bit my lip. Her eyes were thick lined with black, a soft smoky blur surrounding them, red lips and pale skin. The red lips looked amazing with her blonde hair. So fucking hot.