by Rachael Stone

Created on: June 05, 2008

Deceitful Pleasures

As the alarm goes off again at 7.05 am, she realizes that if she presses the snooze button on it again she may never get up. Groaning to herself, Emma climbs out of her lovely warm bed and shivers. It is cold this morning and looking out of the window exclaims " It is raining again" Feeling miserable Emma thinks to herself that every day is the same, day in and day out. Wake up after hubby has gone to work, get up, wash, dress, get the kids up, get them dressed, breakfast and then school.

Just another face in the crowd, fitting in, but not standing out as anyone special, no different from any other Mum. However, today is DIFFERENT, because today is Tuesday and on Tuesday Emma's friend Marie picks the children up from school for her.
"Did you get a good swim then today?" Marie asks as she drops the children off later that afternoon. This is where Emma tells Marie she has been going for the last two weeks. "Err yes" replies Emma. She can hardly look at her friend she feels so guilty, even more so for leaving the children behind too, while she is just deceiving them all.

Another week passes by and soon it is Tuesday again, although it has gone fast for Emma it has crawled past in another sense. As she hears her husbands alarm go off signalling the start to another days work, she turns over and snuggles down further into the bed, it is yet another hour until she has to get up. Her husband kisses her goodbye and sleepily Emma ponders the fact that there is no time to talk in a morning, and by the evening, everyone is too tired. Is that why couples grow apart she wonders as she drifts back off into sleep.

"Who is picking us up today?" Simone asks of her brother, he replies, "It's Tuesday so Marie is picking us up" Emma over hears the exchange and flushes guiltily. She will not give Tuesdays up though even though she is taking advantage of a friend and abusing her trust and that of her children's too. When the children are safely in school she goes home to prepare, when she is ready she checks her appearance in the mirror one final time, loving the way her dress clings to her curves, she shrugs on her coat and heads off, butterflies tickling her tummy.

At the hotel, the receptionist recognizes her, passes the time of day with her while signing in for her usual weekly room. Mrs Smith she signs with a flourish. When Emma has gone the receptionist sees that as usual Mrs Smith has signed in under Mr Smith, she smothers a giggle "they must think I am daft!"

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