GET GONE
The Beginning of an End to a Beginning
by Eduardo

  Monday 23 April
   Liam has gone back to school and off on the adventure holiday in Derbyshire until Friday. So its back to peace and quite till then, well at least from him anyway.
Eliza got up later and seemed okay, so no walking on ice today. Anyway she's off to the city for lunch and the pictures with someone and wont be back until about nine. Of course it cost me fifty quid for spending money and I know she would have liked me to give her much more. Her ideal lifestyle I should know, she's scalded me for not providing it enough times, is to have more like five hundred pocket money and a few fifty grand gold cards. Like I say the things she wants are not easy to achieve.
Oh of course the subject of money came up again with some ideas about how much I have to support her with which is three hundred a week, at the moment. That's on top of the rent and major bills paid. I doubt she is going to find a job very quickly that will give her at least five hundred clear each week. So I cant see her in any big hurry later on to find the job, which of course has to be the exact job that's right for her expectations from it. So that financial situation could drag on for quite a while.

  So this change to being in the city for the day looks like being a regular thing. Not that it really bothers me any more as we have taken the step towards finding a new property for her. We have a meeting with someone on Thursday which will hopefully be productive. Either way, the definite deadline is now set at the end of June or sooner if possible. So I can now make definite plans for my future alone and living here.

  One of the biggest changes in Eliza is not so much the increasing sex drive, but the way she now likes it.
I must admit to wondering a little about the sudden change when Eliza came back from Japan. For sixteen years she has always been a placid lover with occasional really hot steamy windows type. But since Japan that has all changed. She never liked deep kissing as found it difficult to breath through her nose. She particularly didn't like man on top, too deep a penetration and little things, that you take notice of to ensure your partners maximum pleasure.
But now. Wow total change. Its like she been on a passion love making crash course. Wants me on top all the time, hard and non stop deep kissing. I'm not complaining, its wonderful. I know she had some massage sessions while in Japan, but I obviously have to think maybe those lessons were a little more intimate. Because this sex kitten has never been Eliza, even before I met her. I mean on the first night back she was knackered and after sex went straight to sleep. She's hard on then suddenly reaches her arms out and starts kneading my stomach, not hard but just like gently making bread. Then one hand would go down a stroke my now erect again manhood, then back to kneading then back to cock and so it went on for about ten minutes during which time she would slightly move as if in sexual pleasure, I nearly came again. Then she went still, with arms outstretched and gently holding on to what little fat my stomach has. I thought it so strange and out of character behaviour, I even mentioned to her the next day how she must have been dreaming about the massaging in Japan and how erotic she was. She did seem a little embarrassed when I brought the subject up, but then she showed me the bruises left over days later from the massaging and told me how he had been to rough and she had not had any more.
   I can understand the sudden increased sex drive from change of life hormones, but they don't suddenly teach you totally different ways of making love overnight! Especially when you do it with such apparent experience. I do wonder. Could explain some of the emotional mix up in her mind since coming back.

  Anyway, he taught her well, because now she is hot and I mean really hot and sexually demanding the complete opposite to what she has always demanded. I use the word demand often with Eliza, as unfortunately that is the way she is. Even when she asks it has the distinctive undertones of a demand. And sex has always been only when she wants and the way she wants, which fortunately, I have always been able to satisfy and continue to do so. She may be looking for a Mr Rich, but Dick she's happy with right now, at least for the next few weeks, I hope.

  Meanwhile I need to make more cash. I may not be moving, but getting her a new place is going to cost. The decoration, furnishing, the cable, the tv, the cd player, the .... the ..... and so on. Its going to cost a lot more than my moving that's for sure, but saves me a lot of hassle and she is subtly playing on that angle. It is true though, everything has a cost or price, people spend money every day on buying convenience - it's the biggest industry in the world. I now must put a limit on the cost of my convenience, which I know will be in the thousands.

  So maybe I can now drift a little into a more realistic fantasy of my own. A lovely lady who's fed up with excuses for a man and desperately needs some real company on a regular basis, but no strings attached. The odd dinner maybe or even the odd day out but that's it, no closer. She needs to be slim, passionate, active and sexually attractive oh, and a brilliant cook. As Eliza soon found when we met, the way to my heart was excellent food.
Do you know? The first time she came to my apartment in the Algarve, she was so anxious to make a good impression that she treble dosed the salt in the dish she was preparing. We sat there at the table and laughed. It was like brine, still we enjoyed the wine and went out to eat. The next time, she came round to cook me a meal again was another disaster. This time it was the chili's that got a treble dose and please bear in mind, she was already cooking for two people that liked hot food. So when I say hot, I mean a treble vindaloo! Once again we fell about laughing and went out to eat, leaving the red hot concoction in its dish on the table.
   It was quite late when we returned and my flat mate Gaz was already home from boozing and in his room snoring. So we sat at the table for coffee and a chat and noticed the big casserole dish had been half eaten. We stared in disbelief, realising that Gaz had come home a little pickled and thought we had left it for him. In his state, he had demolished half of it and merrily gone off to bed. Had he been Latin or Indian, I could have seen it possible, but Gaz was a pure english fish and chips and odd curry sort of guy. This should have exploded him! Bet his arse was sore next day. I could 't help asking him if he enjoyed the food we left on the table.
"Can't remember it much." He apologized. "Think it was quite hot though." He casually added. I chuckled inside and told Eliza about it later which was another good laugh we had. Thinking back on it, despite the traumas that came our way, I have always been able to make her laugh and we have had many thousands of laughs together, some so intense we cried.
Then it was third time lucky to treat me to some delicious food, which by now I was doubting. This time we went to her mum's villa to cook something. When we got there her mum was out, but there was this delicious smelling pot bubbling away on the range. We lifted the lid and Eliza thought her mum must have done for all of us as she was expecting us for food and she was always making soup. It smelt terrific. So Eliza set the table for three, expecting her mum any time and we served up this broth into two bowls. It obviously had chunks of vegetables and meat in and tasted fantastic. We sat there enjoying this soup and had seconds. We had nearly finished and the lady of the house arrived. After the normal greetings, Eliza congratulated her on such a delicious soup and how we enjoyed it.
Then came the shock. Her mother kept a lot of specialised dogs and this wonderful casserole soup was for them. Complete with some rotten tomatoes and sell by stuff.
Needless to say, neither of us fancied eating dinner after that. So by now I am thinking that all these wonderful things she tells me about how excellent a cook she is, were just a fairy tale, like a few other fantasy things I was starting to notice. I really cannot remember when she eventually cooked me a meal, but it wasn't long afterwards and it must have been excellent. Because I can tell you she found one of my weak spots and her food is normally nothing short of tasty.

   My plan is to eat out a three times, visit my lady friend a couple of times, have the maid cook twice. That way all of me will be satisfied. That's all I need right now and I have already started actively looking for that and the horizon looks very promising. I shall contact the ex maid later and ask her to come back in August, which gives her a year on the visa.
   So although not with all the glitter, wealth and excitement that Eliza seeks, at least it will be real and not some fantasy. It will also be a very comfortable lifestyle full of not first class, but good quality four star travel to many exotic places for Liam and I. Many days of relaxing on sun drenched beaches watching the young ladies. All set around a beautiful home and gardens with offices and a maid to keep house. What more could I provide? Well for me and most, that's not bad considering I am disabled, Eliza was bed bound for five years, my son has special needs and all we had when we came back from her last calling, was the clothes we stood up in and a little money.
In fact all the things that many yearn for I have provided, yet so ignored by one.
In light of this new and more realistic direction, I feel some relief from the pressures of late. I still have the urgency to improve finances, though not relocation and a certainty of a date when all this will be over, which is the sooner the better for me.
As all this could be much earlier, I don't see much point in interviewing these cleaners for the sake of keeping it clean for a few months. Apart from which, having a total stranger around, especially at the moment when we are preoccupied is a security risk and a big one. I don't think Eliza is going to find a male cleaner that easy. One applicant did not turn up, the other one arrived today after Eliza had gone to London. Absolutely no way jose. An ex factory and toilet cleaner? And that was years ago. I realised this was not going anywhere when I had to remind him we use vacuum cleaners these days as he kept referring to brushing and moping. I could just picture more dust in the air than on the floor and bleach water splashed everywhere with a huge soggy mop. Ever such a nice chap though. So if that's the quality, which is what I was expecting in this area, there is little chance of finding one, let alone one that E feels is okay. You know, no devils and all that. I just cant see any male doing common housework and ironing as a job, unless in desperation. And desperate people are often dangerous in some way or another or at the least, extremely unpredictable and that would not be acceptable here. So I thought about suggesting we both manage the house, but then that would mean saying for certain I would bring the maid back. For me I cannot see a safer option, but I don't think it will sit well with Eliza and will start all the anti christian, anti black and black magic stuff again. So best just to let it ride and start doing a little more in the house to help and keep interviewing no no's while the weeks tick away.
   I will sort the rest out after the holiday with Liam.

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