“I’ve looked on many women with lust. I’ve committed adultery in my heart many times. God knows I will do this and forgives me.”~~ Jimmy Carter
It was supposed to be a once in a lifetime trip – Paris, the city of love! Elaine would never have a chance like this again; a discounted trip courtesy of the senior class. She and her husband Henry, were going as extra chaperones; Elaine was beyond giddy. She always had an expressive, romantic soul- perfect foil (she thought) to Henrys more staid demeanor. While he was not given to displays of affection Elaine thought Paris might change his mind and put a little spunk in him. One could always hope!
Just a week before they were to leave he started acting funny. Not thinking much of it Elaine blithely went about packing and arranging what needed to be done. Then she got “that call” informing her that there was someone else in her husbands life and it wasn’t his golden retriever. However, the trip was paid for-no refunds, so on they went. Obviously a volatile situation, Elaine tried to make the best of it.
The flight over was uneventful if a bit tense. On the surface Elaine looked calm but her mind was boiling with the years of deceit that had come to the surface at this inopportune time. Her romantic side warred with her scorned, hurt side making her quiet and morose. Being a school tour nearly everything was arranged in groups, check in at the hotel, trip to the Louvre, “typical” French restaurant. All orderly and scheduled with no room for error.
“This isn’t the way to see Paris,” she thought, “I should be on the back of a motorcycle, zipping through traffic, arms around the waist of a hot hunk.” She intended that to be her husband until plans changed.
One day they got a “free day” to explore as they wanted. Being motorcycle enthusiasts they and another couple went to the Paris Harley Davidson. The strain must have showed on her face because as the others were browsing the clerk approached Elaine, making pleasant small talk. She wasn’t used to the accent but she tried to keep up with the conversation. Suddenly she thought she heard him say “Would you like me to arrange that for you?”. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “Mademoiselle, does she like zee French boys?” “B-b-but you do see that I’m here with my husband?”, she finally managed to stammer out. “Zoot alors! What does that have to do with Paris and fun?!”, was his pragmatic reply. Joining the others she returned to the hotel. Elaine sadly reflected on the irony of the proposition presented earlier in the day.
In the middle of the night she realized that Henry was no longer in bed. Dressing quickly she hurried downstairs to find him whispering sweet nothings into a lobby phone, apologizing for not bringing “her”. Quietly slipping back to their room Elaine started packing her bags; they were to board the plane tomorrow.
Early next morning as everyone stood groggily in line for the airport bus Henry’s eyes searched for Elaine. “She has to be here.”, he mused since she had already packed, leaving the room before he was awake. Unable to find her they checked the American embassy to no avail. Henry returned home.
That afternoon, zipping through the cobbled streets, a smiling blonde perched behind a lusty Frenchman. Her arms encircled his waist as she surveyed her future.
**This is another piece inspired by a contest over at k8edid on the 7 Deadly Sins.