Damaged Goods by Diane McNab - HTML preview

MID OCTOBER 2016

At Jane's post consultation with Dr. Charles he shows her the before and after photo's and she likes what she sees.

Then he suggests dinner.

Like tonight.

Like now.

It was approximately 6.30pm and not having had a thing to eat since lunch Jane was hungry (well that's her excuse and she was sticking to it).

“Sure, where you like to meet up?”

His answer was that he knew a wonderful place approximately 20 minutes away.

They pull up next to each other in the parking lot and he jumps out of his car and opens her door, a gesture Jane appreciates.

“Hye my name is Martin” he says shaking her hand and grinning. When they go in to the restaurant Jane mentally notes that the table he had obviously rung and booked ahead was the most discreet one in the room.

Over dinner, which is delicious, he leans over and says it's wonderful to watch a woman eat. When Jane asks what he means he says his Wife likes to eat a lettuce leaf at the best of times and if she is particularly hungry will eat two. Jane makes a note to ask Michael to arrange more time with her Personal Trainer, particularly if she was going to keep eating like this. She wonders “What the hell am I thinking?” but deep down feels this is going somewhere.

“Well I saw your Wife in reception, she is very beautiful.”

“Yes she is” answered Martin. “The epitome of the perfect looking woman who, I might add, loves to shop, lunch and generally ignore me and everything else that matters in the world.”

“Wow, that's a little harsh” said Jane.

“Yes it is but no truer words have been spoken. Can I ask you a question?” he says looking directly at Jane.

“Definitely” said Jane unsure where the conversation was going.

“You made it quite clear that you don't have children, but you are still young, are you considering them in the future?”

AND

that's when the fog set in.