An Arrangement
Adelaye Hearst
Copyright 2012 by Adelaye Hearst
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ISBN: 978-1-4659-4747-1
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Other works by this author:
The Miracle
The Nosy Neighbor
Duck-N-Cover
Note from the author: Please forgive any mistakes I made with the floral arrangements, I am not a florist just a lady with a great garden and a love of flowers. If I made some serious errors please visit my blog at adelayhearst.blogspot.com and let me know how to fix it for future editions. Sincerely, Adelaye
Many Thanks goes out to Suzy Stewart Dubot. Without her editing suggestions this final product would not have this polished feel. Any remaining mistakes are mine. Thank you, Adelaye
An Arrangement
Oh, how young I was when I got married. I was such a baby, if you can consider an eighteen year old a baby. My parents made sure I had lived a sheltered life. We had lots of money, private tutors and chauffeur driven cars had prevented me from mingling with kids my own age. In a way I was lucky, I was spared over worked teachers and countless diseases. In other ways I was very unlucky, I didn’t know that people would seek me out just because I had money.
My husband was one of those types of men. He was extremely rich himself. My father must have been talking about me at some business function or other. He must have bragged to his friends how sweet natured I had turned out despite having such wealth all my life. My husband needed a wife, so he contrived to meet me at a function I attended with my mother at the botanical garden.
In retrospect, I now know that he seemed perfect, because he took pains to learn all about me. He knew what I liked before I even did. Everything we did together was to work toward the goal of marrying me and being the first to take my virginity. I think my father expected me to announce I was going to college, when I rather foolishly announced that I was getting married. I thought he would have a heart attack right there over the prime rib he was eating.
The first couple of years after our marriage, I think my parents were surprised I didn’t propagate a whole house full of children. My kind husband, in fact had taken me to a doctor who prescribed birth control pills. He said that while I was his perfect match, we could wait to have children, we were young enough. And at eighteen, I was too young to have children running around. After our marriage I settled into a routine, not unlike the one I had before our marriage. I had tennis and riding lessons. I read plenty of books. Socialized with people my husband deemed suitable. I spent time at the botanical garden learning everything about flowers and plants, because I loved their beauty. I even became a volunteer docent. Because of my upbringing I never asked for more, I never knew there could be more.
Sex with my husband was vanilla. Ok. I’ll explain. Vanilla goes into almost any cake, or baked good. It just plain makes things taste better. However, there is no excitement to it. Now cinnamon or red pepper, those are good spices to shake up a dish and set it on its ear. Vanilla sex was calm, ordered and predictable; standard missionary all the way. Not only that, it always happened in our bed, at night with the lights out. If you are young and inexperienced, that kind of sex is just fine. I mean, I had orgasms, at least he made sure of that, but beyond that there was no real powerful lust filled chemical dependence. Any warm body, even mine would suffice. Unfortunately, my young naiveté didn’t last.