Reflection on Barcelona. An excerpt from Marriage a Journey and a Dog

Returning home after traveling through France and Spain Natalie is struggling to settle back into her old comfort zone, her mind is elsewhere:

After twenty minutes, Gerry hands me a plate of too many sandwiches.

“Thank you,” I smile, and mean it.

Before I can reach my plate he holds out his hand, raises me to my feet and whispers in my ear, “How about coming upstairs.”

All I can think of is my desire to eat, and my mind is too busy to think of sex. Is this part of the way forward in his mind? Our sex life revamped? By the next magazine survey, we might have gone up in the ratings. I can never see us being a Class A category again, nor do I want to be.

So he fancies sex, women expect so much more emotion, unless you’re Enid and take control. That doesn’t sound a lot of fun to me. I glance over his shoulder towards the clock. Yes, we’ve got time…then I can treat myself to a slow bath and get in the right frame of mind for the rest of the day.

I’m looking forward to seeing Linda and José tonight….so pleased they’ve come. Will Linda approve of how I look?

We strip off, sex happens…and I think of Barcelona.

A wild Dance
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