Jacqui (fragment)

This actually happened to me over the Summer about three years ago. I had been seeing this Australian girl, from Perth. A lovely, bubbly girl who was over here doing some theatre stuff mixed-in with some bar work. We had become friends working together and hung around quite a bit soaking-up the sunshine and drinking some beers – having one of those lazy Summers that make life worth living.

Also, to add to the fun, Jacqui had been doing a massage course to enable her to make a better living than bar work alone. I had eagerly been her test model and, asides form enjoying the tension of not knowing where this was leading, her massages were the best thing I had ever experienced and two hours long at a time. Oiled-up from scalp to butt to toes, she would wrap me in her towelling dressing gown and we would eat together with her flatmates in their little studenty kitchen.

The summer was coming to its end and Jacqui wanted a big party to remember when she went back home. A typical gregarious Aussie, she had made many friends and the party took over the whole 4 bedroom flat, it was wild. There was thick smoke everywhere and hard beats and laughter and drink and summer bodies both new and familiar. One girl Jacqui wanted to introduce me to was called Lorna, a friend from a neighbouring town she had worked with earlier-on that summer. Jacqui was convinced we would hit it off. Though Jacqui and I had fooled-around a bit, it wasn’t going anywhere, especially seeing as how she would soon be the other side of the world.