I carried my case through to the front of the building, where a taxi was waiting to take me to the airport. I couldn't see Dorothy so went to the check-in desk and told them my name as I didn't have a ticket.
"It's not here Mr Lacey, you must go to the VIP lounge it's waiting for you there." I had a few looks from passengers near enough to hear, and felt a nugget when I asked where that was. Dorothy said she was getting worried, as it was almost one ten, and we were meant to board at one-thirty. Then she held her hand to her mouth when I told her I had been in the queue, for the economy check-in desk. She laughed, then said.
"Oh my I didn't tell you we were flying first class, it must have slipped my mind at the time." She looked shy as her cheeks reddened, and shrugging her shoulders said.
"Well my mind wasn't actually on the job at the time, and it was your fault," she smiled. She had a berth case full of papers, spread over a coffee table in the first-class lounge on the plane. Which I didn't know existed until now, although I had flown before it hadn't been first class. It mostly had been military, and there was no class in those transports. We didn't ask for any but drinks were offered, and Dorothy was tempted into taking a few. Me I wanted a clear head, we were meeting the prime minister for dinner this evening.
The plane touched down at six, we were in the hotel for seven and back out again at seven forty-five. Sir Robert seemed a down to earth sort of man, but then so did most of the Australians I had met so far. Most had started life humbly and gone into business or politics for the right reasons. It seems he had a dossier on me, which could have only come from the Navy.
"Quiet impressive Mr Lacey," he said putting the folder on the table beside him, it stayed closed all though dinner. I wonder why it was there at all, then as we were having after-dinner drinks. I was told by one of his ads, that the document had only just arrived that evening. Sir Robert was reading it as I arrived and still had it in his hand as he greeted me. There was no talking shop just pleasantry's, he just wanted to meet me, the man who inspired hundreds of people to get fit, without too much effort. He just wanted to get equated, before the circus began and I was rushed off my feet. Thank you Sir Robert, that's just what I wanted to hear.
Dorothy's hotel room was next to mind, in fact as I was shown mine, I was told it was a business suite. My rooms had a bedroom and a conference room, plus a lounge room with armchairs and a coffee table. There were adjoining doors into Dorothy's suite of rooms, which had a sitting room and bedroom. Two doors were set in the same frame, and could be locked on both sides, so you couldn't just walk through to the other rooms, without both doors being unlocked. I showered when we returned to the hotel, and in my dressing gown, I unlocked my interconnecting door. Knocking on it I heard nothing, so tried the handle and found the door unlocked. Passing through it, I found the sitting room empty and the bedroom door ajar. Pocking my head into the room, I saw Dorothy sitting in bed naked reading.
"Yes and what can I do for you?" she asked looking over the book at me, as she took off her glasses. I just undid my robe and let it fall, and she throws her book onto the bedside cabinet. Then turned down the bedding, for me to get in beside her. That was the only words she spoke, except for 'oh yes harder; o my god I'm coming again', as we had sex several times during the night.
I was out running at six and had a few curious looks as I left the hotel. Dorothy was still in bed when I returned and welcomed me between her legs after I had showered. Then we went down at nine for breakfast, then out to the car when it arrived to take us wherever we had to go. The first stop was with the promotion team, they had been set up to promote the keep fit programme. Sir Robert wasn't there, but five picked team members were, one man and one woman were promotion and publicity. The two other men and one women were procurement and logistics. Dorothy and I laid out what we had already planned in Perth, and they had come up with near similar plans.
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Parallel Me
FantasyA fictitious tale based on my life, although there are real events in amongst the fake, as there are real people in a different guise. The timeline of the story is in line with what happened at that time, 'IE' the Suez Canal incident was in 1956.