Chapter 13
"Oh my gosh! What on earth happened to my tyre?" she concernedly uttered to herself as she advanced to take a closer look at the deflated rear tyre.
She checked it at around but could not see much other than knowing that something had happened the previous night as she recklessly drove home from the clubhouse in dejected frustration. What deeply bothered her is how she had managed to get home safely whilst driving with such a deflated tyre. She had raised the volume of the car radio to its peak as she cruised back to hear any abnormal car sound. Her encapsulation made her lose her usual sense of road concentration which also hampered her chances of tracking such faults. Before she left for the office, she instructed aunt Gloria to cooperate with someone who was going to come to fix the tyre issue. Aunt Gloria could observe that she was still having a noticeable attachment of hangover on her. It was not the first time for such a thing to happen, but she had never gotten to an extent of denting her vehicle as she had done.
she had not received any message from Jason ever since he left, neither had she bothered to message him either. The return to sobriety also came with the resolution to compromise her I-want-it-all ego. She had told herself that she does not have to show Jason, who had openly declared his marital status during the interview, that she was jealous of Delia, let alone feel concerned about his sudden departure. It still boggled herself that she had to look like a lost sheep all alone for the remainder of the function. One thought that had lingered on her mind was that of taking it slow with the married Jason but was quickly eclipsed but the flashback of his romantic technique and all points reaching dick. This left her in a dilemma that would bring about exciting drama.
Before she got out of bed, she had taken much of her time exploring Delia's profile on Facebook. She had concluded that as much as she was beautiful, she was not as beautiful as Delia when it came to facial looks. What gave gratifying consolation was the realization that she was not as sexually appealing as her when it came to the middle section of the body. Neither had she overlapping buttocks nor any heaps to talk of. Her bosom was also another section that would render her slender facial superiority a non-event. In all honesty, Delia was facially exquisite, but she was not as sexy as Jilian from a natural seduction point of view. She was also less indulgent as opposed to her when it came to charming mannerisms which could be attributed to Jilian's unlimitedness and overly high self-esteem.
What she had also observed and found challenging was the fact that Jilian was a sensitive fashion icon. It seemed as though everything she put on was designed in heaven specifically for her to look angelically glossy. Not that she was not given to trending fashion herself, but her standards were conspicuously as high as she perceived it. Of utmost consolation was the fact that her wardrobe was full of outfits that she had bought but never put on. Her blend of white, blue and black collar jobbing as an artisan would enact a scenario where her dress code fluctuated. There were occasions when she could spend the whole week dressed in a work suit. There were also occasions when she could take the entire month putting on office regalia, let alone isolated occasions when she took it to a blue-collar mode. All these inconsistencies made her appreciate why she should not worry that much about comparing herself to someone who was many a time dressed in a white-collar mode by virtue of the mandatory dress code of her teaching profession.
What had boggled her mind as she went through her images was the inviting smile that accompanied almost all of them. It made her not only extra beautiful in terms of facial looks, but also very much picturesque as if she was made for the camera. Jason had admitted to her that he had never been dick-rode as she had done it which gave her leverage of gratification as far as bedroom supremacy was concerned. These critically assessed concerns made her realise that she was human, after all, to feel paranoid as far as sex appeal competition went. It also crossed her mind that she was not doing enough to ensure concrete solutions as far as love affairs were concerned. She had been fucked by a number of men, but she had always felt that she was on top of the situation, let alone felt no strong sexual bond with any of them. As much as they say that the first cut is the deepest, hers had proven to be somewhat shallow because there were faint memories of the then lad who was the first to break into her vagina whilst she was still in high school. All she could recall were the blood drippings that stained her white pantie in the aftermath of their puppy intimacy which never stood the test of time.
Upon her arrival in the office, she did not bother to grab herself a cup of coffee as she normally did when she left home without having done so as was the case. What was at the back of her head was the due inspection and her BMW. She had to put behind worrying about her sexual extravaganza with Jason who was already at the site overseeing proceedings ahead of the inspection. When Chris showed up after her call, she requested him to go and replace the deflated tyre with the spare wheel.
"Aunt Gloria will give you the keys to both the car and the storeroom should you need anything" she had said as he departed to her residence to assist.
JCC had qualified mechanics whom she often tasked with such responsibilities, but the arrival of the pending arrival of inspectors had led to a scenario where most of them were supposed to be by the site. This made Chris happy for he would use this opportunity to communicate the feelings she felt for the elderly housemaid. She had not only appealed to him with her striking cat eyes, but also her youngish looking body. For a lady who was due to celebrate her 60th birthday in two weeks, it was surreal that she had no wrinkles to talk of, let alone any grey turning hair to give away her ageing. He had found her to be a probable replacement of her Greylands girlfriend given the distance. Chris had never been married, neither had he any child of his nor any record of impregnation accusations levelled against him. He had chatted with aunt Gloria a number of times during his brief appearances at the residence usually to collect lunch boxes containing Jilian's food. By virtue of these short-lived contacts, he had come to observe that there was an element of chemistry between them. Having heard that she was single from the horse's mouth, there was a possibility of anything to happen. It remained to be seen whether he would make the most of that opportunity to further his envisaged romantic exploration.