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PREFACE:Just to be clear, I’ve never been one to eavesdrop on conversation. People gossip when they’ve nothing to add to a conversation. I wasn’t aware of just how much of a topic I was following my “new me” makeover after my divorce. Nor was I aware of the gossip extended beyond the married couples attending the artist’s exhibit party hosted by Janet and Martin.When Janet hosts a party, she sends E-vites. Most times it’s a social event for adults, a dinner party or something boring related to her husband, Martin. Occasionally, the party is open to the parents with young adult-aged children to bring. The party Janet was hosting this time was for an artist friend to exhibit her work. Like a gallery, but within the space of the large living room as well as out on the large redwood patio deck where a dozen or so door sized silkscreen canvases of paint smears. Not the party I would expect Bennett and some of the other boys to be at. Had I known they would be there, I would have worn something more conservative.Since the party was to celebrate an artist, I felt I could wear something appropriate for an upscale gallery showing so I chose my créme colored long-sleeve turtleneck Revolve sweater dress and paired it with my just above the knee black platform heel Jimmy Choo boots. I added a black scarf at the last minute that I felt looked cute and coordinated with my boots.Part of me wonders if insisting my son Richard attend with me so he could be around some art and culture rather than spending time around Bennett (this evening was about two weeks after the encounter I had with Bennett that I shared in the story THE DJ & MC SHOW). Obviously, I didn’t tell Richard this, and I considered it a small victory after I promised him he could leave the party after an hour.PART 1 – ARRIVALEven then, my son remained moody. When we arrived at Janet and Martin’s home, Martin and two other husbands, Brian and David, were standing in the driveway while smoking cigars. David is Carol’s husband and he’s the one out of other husbands who tends to become overly obnoxious in his alcohol induced flirtations and juvenile comments. Even with my son at my side, I noticed how David let his gaze roam up my body. I chose to act as if unaware and turned to greet the other two men.“Hello, boys,” I teased them about their cigars and put my arm around Richard’s shoulders to include him in the conversation. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with us.”Richard shrugged off my arm at the same time Martin held out his arms for a hug, which I knew the husbands would do without their wives in sight. Ankara bayan escort As I stepped to Martin’s awaiting arms, I asked. “Why are you out here and not smoking your stinky cigars on your back patio with its wonderful view?”“View out here just got a hell of a lot better,” David made a mumble that was obviously just enough for me to hear. As turned to Brian, I saw the smile he tried to hide from his face. I made our social embrace with as brief of body contact as possible with Brian while Martin explained about the silkscreen panels lining the back patio being the reason Janet cast them out to the driveway.When I finished the hello hug with Brian, I glanced over at David, catching him staring at my legs. He showed no shame in getting caught. In fact, he seemed to revel in it. “Jillian, get over here and let me enjoy the view,” he grinned with the cigar between his teeth and opened his arms.I simply rolled my eyes at him. “Hello, David,” I said with icy disinterest. I have to admit, I secretly enjoyed watching the grin drop from David’s face as I returned my attention to the other two husbands. I took my phone from my purse and practically put it in Martin’s hand and asked him to take a pic of Richard and I.Of course, I knew Martin wouldn’t refuse, but my son was another story. Now he was the one rolling his eyes. He was just being such a brat and I almost snapped at him, but thankfully Martin encouraged him by saying, “C’mon, stand next to your mom. One and done, I promise.” Martin took the pic you can see (with my son cropped out) above.While I was posing with Richard for the pic, I heard David say, “I’ll take your spot if you want, Ricky.”My smile instantly turned to the pout on my lips and the expression on my face. Before I could react and ask Martin to take one more, Richard moved away from me and up the walkway to the front door. “She’s all yours,” he said.Or at least it sounded like something like that. It was hard to hear over the David guffawing and Brian joining in as always. “My son’s name is Richard,” I hissed at them. “Not ‘Ricky.’ He doesn’t work at some gas station!” Turning my back on them, I snatched my phone out of Martin’s hand and without another word I walked toward the front door just as Richard had to have if not seen, heard the thick 4” heels of my Jimmy Choo boots on the walkway. He shut the front door, anyway.“You’re welcome,” Martin muttered. Yes, I admit my bitchiness toward David became somewhat misdirected at Martin in the way I took my phone back without thanking him. Had I known Escort bayan Ankara how such a small moment could influence the incidents that would occur in the months to follow…I would have apologized. And I even was…but then Brian and David added their comments.“There goes our view,” Brian attempted wit, which I chose to ignore.“Bet those boots would look better on you without the dress,” David called out, both he and Brian laughing at me.I know it must sound odd but… I just cannot stand being laughed at. Especially by men like David and Brian. Mostly for the way it flusters me noticeably. But maybe it was having my back to them or David’s comment about me in front of my son or just everything about the last two minutes… even I was surprised at how I stopped maybe ten feet from the front door and whirled around to point my finger at David and Brian.“Fuck the both of you!” I snapped. I had just enough time to see the smarmy expressions drop off David and Brian’s faces before I quickly turned my back so they couldn’t see my own bitchy pout I’d given just before I heard myself curse at them. I am not a woman who curses like that. I can count the times on one hand I have used the F-word and all three happened on the night when I announced to my ex-husband I wanted a divorce.It took me a moment in pause to compose myself from the embarrassment of having cursed like that, but even more so because I let something David said to me meant to do just what it did: get a reaction from me. The men clearly recovered from their own shock much quicker. By the time I’d turned my back and in the middle of closing my eyes and taking in a calming breath, they were at it again.“Only if you leave those boots on,” David taunted.“I’d have to ask Alice,” Brian was referring to his wife as if what David turning what I’d said was not the way what I said sounded, coming out the wrong way, into a possibility in any reality.As David laughed at Brian’s henpecked comment, I looked over my shoulder right at Martin, catching him at raising his gaze off my rear and up to my eyes.“Martin, are you just going to stand there?”With the same earnestness as Brian, he replied, “I didn’t know if I was invited.”David erupted in laughter and Brian followed along. The smile I saw on Martin’s face made it instantly evident his earnest concern was an act. He was laughing along with David and Brian by the time I turned my back on them a second time and marched away with their mindless laughter, following me to the front door.PART 2 – “OH, IT’S YOU”By the time Bayan escort Ankara I was inside and letting the door slam behind me, I’d put a big smile on my face. Which only made for more awkwardness when Janet happened to step into the foyer – most likely on her way to check on her husband in the driveway – to see me smiling as if I enjoyed slamming her front door.The surprise in her eyes at hearing her front door being slammed was quickly replaced by the look Janet always gives me that so radiates “Oh, it’s you.” She’s not even pretty, but she intimidates me and yes, it’s embarrassing to have to be honest and admit it. If she wasn’t aware of it, then (and I don’t think she was because her attitude toward me was jealousy at the way Martin quickly became one of the husbands paying more attention to me after my makeover) but by the string of events to happen over the summer, Janet became more invested in wanting to ruin my image at every opportunity.“It slipped right out of my hand,” I offered as an explanation after we said “Hi” and hugged. But Janet didn’t care about the door slam when she could smell the cigar smoke and asked if Martin and the other husbands were outside. The way she said it seemed to be disapproving and I felt an opportunity at last to agree with Janet on something.“Yes, doing their ‘Boys Club’ thing,” I gave a light laugh and she did, too. “Those cigars are just so obnoxious.”Janet’s smile became tight-lipped and her warm tone dropped to icy. “I enjoy them occasionally with Martin.” And because Janet doesn’t drink, her next words sounded condescending. “We have Veuve Clicquot at one of the mini bars. Do enjoy yourself, Jillian.”With her superior smile dismissing me, Janet motioned for the front door to indicate I was still standing in her way. I kept my composure and walked away. Not the best way to start the night, and it didn’t get better. I began to feel I would join Richard after an hour was up.I actually didn’t see my son at all once I was in the living room with a second glass of champagne in my hand. Janet acted like the perfect host to me like she does only when we’re in front of others. I didn’t dare call her out on it. I’m not one to cause drama just for the attention or to make someone feel beneath me.Janet introduced me to the artist who’s work she was presenting. He was in his late 20’s, jet black hair and better looking without the goatee. Carlo took me out to the hardwood patio deck where his art was. Lined in a row in front of the railing from one end of the patio to the other were a dozen or so door-sized silk screen partitions. The “art” on them looked as if Carlo had closed his eyes and flicked brushes of paint at the partitions while in the middle of seizures.”They’re wonderful,” I smiled at him, then turned away as if looking at the partitions father along the patio, but really just to take a very big slip of my champagne.
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