Normans Ark

Normans Ark

Drenching summer rain plummeted from the heavily bruised skies,
pounding down on the village of Latterslay, still this driving display
of machine-gunned spray failed to dampen all scorching
temperatures.

This particular week her thirst for him had been unquenchable, she'd
broken strict guidelines on rationing her lust with him to once maybe
twice a week, this week desire or boredom reduced her to begging
playfully breathlessly on the phone, he wasn't complaining he had
nothing to lose but this was the fourth time this week and this was a
supposed no strings agreement, he could see the nasty C word on the
horizon.

"Angela you're insatiable," he protested meekly

"I don't care I want you and I want you NOW" she giggled

" Anytime (he lied) darling, but you do realise you are going to get
caught" He could sense tension in her voice.

Her voice was breathy heavy with lust; perhaps she'd been on the
Brandy, alcohol transformed her from meek prey into a ruthless
predator.

" Will Big Daddy spank my lickle tush, I've been a naughty naughty
lickle girl, and I deserve a hot red bumsy"

"Angela did you hear me, you're playing with fire, Normans going to
get suspicious if he isn't already, I think we should perhaps cool it
down a bit, lets turn down the burners just a touch eh?"

There was a pause long enough for him to hope the message had got
home, but that giggle that highly strung unhealthy little giggle
reverberated down the receiver.

"Coward, you fucking coward you want rid of me but haven't got the
guts to tell me straight, well fuck you if you think you can fuck me
like a whore then abandon me like one of your little squeeze's No, no
fucking way Colin you're far too important to me for that"

He physically winced at her change of tone these spats had intensified
recently and were draining him mentally and sapping his bodily
strength, she was definitely high tonight her mood switches were rapid
and unusual.

"Angela my Angel you forget I'm the whore in this relationship darling
not you, you put the bread on my table"

" And don't you ever forget it darling, now is my little Ram ready to
service me tonight or do I have to beg some more mmh!"

" What the lady desires the lady gets, just be careful Norman isn't as
stupid as he looks"

"Norman is stupider than he looks, if that's possible this man... this
man is on another planet, don't ask what he's been up to today". She
spat in furious frustration and then began a tirade of abuse about her
curiously absurd spouse.

Angela Morrel had been a little squeeze in her youth; Although from a
rich family she had been a little squeeze none the less so much so that
Daddy had given her ultimatum she either married the eccentric Norman
Cain or she'd be left to be a poor little squeeze scurrying about
trying to seek favours from males more brutish than she was used to.
Norman was rich very rich and strange, but whatever bind he had on
Daddy this in the end was advantageous, so Angela Morrel became Mrs
Norman Cain. And unhappily ever after they were going to live.

Until Colin had found her one night in London, hopelessly drunk at one
of those parties where the ladies are older and richer and the men are
single and ambitious, he'd taken care of her in his own unique little
way and grateful she'd returned the favour, Colin would have moved on
to the next course but she insisted he visit the Cain's little eight
bed roomed Manor just down the hill from the village of Latterslay, and
of course in her mind they became inseparable after he and she
christened the Dining room table. To Colin she was an important but an
expendable client whose figure and beauty was not the reason he now
lived in the village.

She continued her favourite rant slating her unwanted husband; Colin
listened for the break when he could jump in and say, "I'll come and
get you", instead he had to butt in when she said something
bizarre.

"Angela what did you say? Did you say what I thought you just
said"?

She momentarily stunned, he did actually listen, she was unsure what
had caused this attention, and then of course she realised.

"Yes Colin you heard me the idiot is actually building a fucking
ARK"

"An ARK?"

"Yes Colin a fucking enormous Ark in my beautiful garden under a tent
so big Billy Smart would be proud, I get back from London today and
find this, the man is off his top no pun intended, he thinks we're in
for forty days and forty nights of rain, eccentric I can stand but mad
I'm at my wits end"

"Surely you mean a boat Angela not an Ark" He couldn't believe what he
just said.

"NO I mean an Ark Colin, I mean it's been the centre of my fucking
attention all fucking day Colin, believe it or not I did ask him what
the fuck he was doing and he has confirmed it more than once because I
needed to hear it more than once. A dirty big fucking Ark Colin not a
boat a dinghy or a yacht but a great big dirty fucking Ark."

" I can understand why you're err... upset darling, it must be..." he
tailed off lamely.

"Upsetting Colin is that the word you're looking for, yes you could
say that, my husband has gone round the bend, my life is down the pan,
I'm a borderline alcoholic with a bit of a rep, no children, my
boyfriend wants to ease me out of his life and to cap it all Colin you
know what Norman told me?"

"Err... No I'm not on Normans wave length thank God, you'll have to
tell me"

" When this thing is built, I don't get on it because I'm impure, do
you know why? Because a voice has told him I am not worthy of survival,
yes so upset is a pretty apt word for how I'm feeling"

Colin listened to his client breaking down at the other end of line;
he always felt she was a borderline lunatic now living with Norman had
driven her over the edge. Colin and Angela had enjoyed and hated each
other for over a decade now, she'd paid well and he gave her
satisfaction in the only way he could. Tonight though was the final
straw, but as one last gesture he'd spend one last night with her so
they were together just one more time.

"Angela I'll come and get you, wait in the house until I arrive"

He stepped out of his cottage not bothering with a coat, his car just
outside, still he managed to get soaked in the short walk, this bloody
rain had caused two clients not to visit picturesque Latterslay where
he now plied his trade for unsatisfied rich ladies. He would return to
London to set up a new home in a couple of day's, just one last
appointment here and a couple of things to tie up sadly.

The short drive down the hill was hampered by the peppering of slabs of
rain spraying over the windscreen leaving wipers obsolete. Vision
totally redundant he stopped the car hoping for a break in the weather.
This rain had appeared out of nowhere, was it a day or two days ago
those four purple plumes of the apocalypse rode effortlessly across a
breathless blue cloud free sky.