"Bonjour Madame, you look terrible this morning, is everything
allright?" "Non Monique pas du tous, everything is not allright" I said
and tears started coming up again. "Pauvre Madame, please tell everything
to Monique"
And I started and I said to her in detail what happened, sobbing softly
at the same time.
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As I was talking she took me by hand and we went to the living room,
we sat together in the couch and she started holding my hand as I
continued my monologue. When I stopped I started crying again, God what
was happening to me, was that strong sleeping tablet that made me so
emotional? She put her hand around my shoulder and pulled me towards
her. Soon my head was resting on her shoulder and I closed my red eyes
for a moment of rest.
Suddenly I felt her warm lips kissing my cheeks and forehead and then
she kissed me in the mouth in an unexpectedly passionate manner. I was
completely taken by surprise but I felt at the same time an increased
sexual excitement. She then wiped my wet eyes with the edge of her apron,
something that excited me even more. She started talking to me in a quite
but firm manner, definitely forgetting her position in the house. She
spoke to me as a friend rather than a domestic : "With the little I know
you are completely secure financialy, you owe this wonderfull property
and you have a steady income from your grandfather's trust. You are 37
years old, you don't have to work for a living and you can organise your
life anyway you want." She stopped and looked at me rather sternly I
must say, as if she was accusing me for having all those benefits in life.
I looked back and all of a sudden I realised that I needed that woman. I
said without hesitation : "Look Monique. Would you like to stay the
week with me to help me get over this terrible crisis I face, even if
you thing that is not that serious?"
She answered back immediately as if she knew the answer even before I
asked. She said : "I'll stay on one condition, we have to establish a
different relationship, not the one of employer and employee to start
with. I am Monique for you, but you are Marie Benedicte for me." I blushed
a bit when she mentioned my double name. Coming from an upper class
family I had several names in fact my full name was Jeanne Marie Benedicte
Batiste D' Armagnac. But for my friends I was simply Marie Benedicte.
(4 - a suivre)
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