Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

Astrid

On Monday I called Astrid, the owner of a clothing shop in the village.

I must be careful here, not just a mere clothing shop, a 'boutique' would be the more appropriate term, as she sold some exclusive clothing lines destined for the wealthier ladies of the village.

The village we lived in could be described as a rural area with a relative small center but covered a large area, with a lot of houses and villas, some of them on seriously large properties.

5,000 square meters (1.2 acres) would be one of the smaller ones, most were 10,000 to 50,000 m2 (12.4 acres) with big multi-bed and bathroom houses or even mansions.

Most had indoor and/or outdoor swimming pools, tennis courts, even stables for a few horses or for the ones that didn't like four footers but preferred four wheelers, big garages to hold a collection of special cars or very valuable old-timers.

In the center of the village we had a church and a few pubs: usually more customers for the pubs than the church, hence more pubs.

Aside from the grocery store there was an assortment of the traditional stores you usually find in a relatively small community, one of them Astrid's boutique and another of interest to me, Bethany's perfumery and beauty salon, catering, again, mostly for the well to do.

Four times a year Astrid organized a small exclusive fashion show in the local reception room adjacent to the biggest pub in the village. An assortment of fashion models presented the latest seasonal trends in clothing for her little dedicated crowd that faithfully attended every event and bought generously from her exclusive collection.

I also knew that Astrid was always struggling to get enough fashion models for her shows. She also once confided in me that they were expensive, so I felt rather secure when I called her to ask for an audience, well I call it that as 'visit' was not sufficient when you went to see Astrid to consult with her. It was comparable to being received by royalty.

If you are familiar with the television character Mrs. Bucket, uh Bouquet, you know what I mean.

Astrid was thirty-six, which in my eyes is the ideal age for a lady.

When I was eighteen I fantasized about having sex with a thirty-six year old woman.

I guess when I reach seventy-two I will still dream about it, probably because it was a thirty-six year old woman that took my virginity when I was eighteen.

She was one of my high school friends' mother, a young mother as she gave birth when she was eighteen herself.

It's funny how these figures 18 / 36 / 72 have always played a special role in my sex life -- perhaps they always will.

Sorry, I'm getting carried away by sweet memories, maybe I'll tell you the story of losing my virginity another time.

I called Astrid around 10am, when her 'boutique' normally opens. Customers usually only came in the afternoon so I was very hopeful that she would answer the phone and allow me a visit that same morning.

"Boutique d'Astrid," said the voice answering the phone, "how may I be of assistance?"

"Hey Astrid," I replied, "This is your friendly local photographer."

"Good morning Lew, to what do I owe the pleasure of a call from you?"

"I have something I want to show you, which might help you with your four times per year shindig. Can I come over sometime and explain?"

"LEW! shindig? You mean my fashion soirees!"

"Oh yeah, that's right, your fashion soirees or afternoons."

"Yes, what about them, you always do the photos and then I don't hear from you again until the next one, so why do you want to see me now?"

"Well Astrid, I'd rather prefer to show you in person, if it's convenient I could even come over today, well right now if you wish, or we can go on a date tonight and discuss it then."

"LEW! For one thing I am very busy for the moment, so it is out of the question for you to come over right away! but I could consider this evening, tell me where and when?"

"Well you're alone, I'm alone and we both need to feed ourselves a few times per day , so why don't we join the practical, me wanting to show you something that may help you, with the pleasant, and have a nice meal together, my treat."

"Like a date Lew?"

"No, no nothing like that, I wouldn't dare to call it that, just a simple meal, you won't have to cook for yourself and I won't have to cook for myself and most importantly, no dishes to be washed afterwards. What do you say I pick you up at seven o'clock and we dine in The Deerhunter?"

Total silence on the other side of the phone, well not total, I could hear her breathing and the little cogs in her brain turning as she was clearly considering what she would answer.