Tom licked the last of the envelopes, pressed the flap closed and placed the completed invitation on the top of the pile. Leaning back in his chair he stretched with a satisfied yawn.
"Thats it," he said. "They are all finished."
"All except Christopher." Janine remarked in a clipped, well educated voice. "We cant get married without inviting Christopher, can we?"
Tom smiled back at his soon-to-be wife. He hadnt forgotten their old college friend.
"You know he never responds to letters," he laughed, "I thought we might just pop down and see him in person."
Tom looked over at Janine and clearly saw a twinkle flash in her wide, blue eyes. They were the eyes that Tom had fallen for the first time he had seen her back in college and he knew instantly that Janine was as keen to return to see their old friend as he was.
Toms mind wandered back the few short years to the drunken, debauched and absolutely wonderful time that he loosely referred to as his higher education. He and Janine had come from very different backgrounds; his parents were hard working folks who had just managed to scrape together enough money to send their only son to college, while Janines father – her mother had taken off when she was very young – appeared to have a financial interest in most of the major businesses that Tom had ever heard of.
At first, Tom had watched from afar as Janine surrounded herself with willing friends and acquaintances. He tried determinedly to see her as a spoiled little rich girl who just craved attention. But the more he tried, the more he realised that he was drawn to her. The sun reflecting off her long blonde hair made his breath catch in his chest and lit up his whole day. The way she moved casually among her friends; smiling and laughing. And yes, her supple, pert figure had him totally mesmerised.
But Tom soon realised that the object of his waking fantasies and dreams was never going to be short of male admirers. Although she never actual... Læs hele novellen
