A story in 10 parts
Part One: Abigail
Abigail Sweet laid the petite fours on her Gran’s Burano lace doily. The graceful sweep of her arm only surpassed by the stunning offerings she had prepared.
‘Oh my!’ Scarlet gasped. ‘You really have surpassed yourself this time, must have taken you an age to prepare.’
‘Well, you know what I’m like,’ Abigail replied, looking over her shoulder while turning back toward the Kitchen with a wag of her hips and swish of her skirt.
Abigail loved food, she loved opulence, she loved her friends company and she loved men. With her cherub shaped face, her full lips and twinkling eyes she looked like and was dressed like a 1950’s suburban siren. She carried the weight of one and a half women and the curves on her curves were homely and soft.
(writers comment – yum!)
Abigail returned from the kitchen with a pot of percolated coffee. ‘Coffee, everyone?’ She asked.
Her friends all chiming back merrily with different forms and styles of affirmation.
These savories are delish Abi, is that cottage cheese I can taste?
Abigail looked up and smiled at her best friend Jane. ‘Sure is Jane, its infused with cream corn.’
Abigail loved her monthly gathering of friends. The last Sunday of the month was special and this Sunday’s gathering just happened to be at her house. She had designed, trialed and prepared her menu since the first Sunday of the month. Last week she had bought a new skirt and yesterday had her hair set.
She had known all of her girl friends since school and they had met once a month for the last three years. Despite their differences, their careers and families, their scholastic bond remained strong and alive.
Strictly no men were allowed at their gatherings! They had their golf, their football, cars, bars and sheds and the girls had their monthly afternoon teas. Abi was always amazed though how quickly their discussions turned to men.
The girls sharing stories of the their mens activities during the preceding month.Their triumphs, their failures, their bad manners and indiscretions. It was all laid bare, naked and raw. And the general consensus was that all men were bastards. But definitely worthy of conversation.
‘This food is so good,’ Jane added, ‘its absolutely positively man bait! So anyway, how did your date with JP go?
‘Yes, tell us,’ the other girls added, ‘tell us everything, the whole sordid story.’
‘What was he like in bed?’ Scarlet asked eagerly, ‘was he well packaged… I’m sure you know what I mean doll?
‘Scarlet!’ Paige interjected sharply, slapping Scarlet’s forearm gently, ‘we all know that that’s all you are interested in, but give Abi a chance.’
‘Well as you know Abi,’ started tentatively, ‘I’ve been chatting with JP online for some time. He was the one that stood out from all the other dick pickers and the drunk married guys wanting friends with benefits, or instant gratification.
Dick pickers? Asked Leonie.
The other girls laughed at Leonie’s innocence.
Yep, Dick Pickers, you know, the guys who send you pics of their dicks Leonie, Scarlet beamed.
‘Oh how gross,’ Leonie replied, nearly choking on her coffee.
‘Well moving right along ladies,’ Abi continued; ‘JP seemed the nicest of them all, so we went out on a date.’
‘So what was he like in real life? Was he what you expected?’ Jo asked raising her eye brows.
Abi smiled, ‘well girls why don’t you come and meet him yourself – I have him chained up in the basement.’
Stay tuned for the next exciting installment
Kia Ora Roly