This is the thirty-sixth episode of my unreliable memoirs recounting sexual encounters in the nineteen eighties. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones.
It's 1985 and for the first time Steven is going skiing.
I hope you enjoy the tale.
M4bloke
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Normality Descends
After the initial flurry of activity, January and February settled down and life proceeded pretty much according to plan.
Lesley and I got our exercise regimes back on track, we went to our French classes on a Monday evening and we never missed a Thursday at the International School of Martial Arts. Lesley and Suzy were becoming quite good and from time to time I sparred with them. I'd never been sure about women's self-defence classes. It had always seemed to me that at best they were ineffective, at worst they gave you a confidence that wasn't justified. But under Tracey's tutelage I could see that, against the average guy in the street, both girls stood a good chance of putting him on the ground.
With a firearm it was a different matter however. Suzy was plain scared of guns and you could see it in her face when she fired one. Lesley, on the other hand, was good. In fact she was better than good. Her hand-eye coordination was exceptional, but you could also see that Lesley enjoyed firing a gun. She was my own little Annie Oakley.
Work on the house extension progressed well. Martin Coulson was true to his word and he and Mike turned up for work every day without fail, while Mike's son, Terry was never seen or heard of again. I found out from Mike that Martin had given his wife the boot too. He'd also sacked anyone who'd slept with her.
Over time, Emma's English improved considerably. The comedian, Eric Morecambe, used to joke that, when he played the piano, he was playing all the right notes, just not necessarily in the right order. This had pretty much described Emma's English when she'd first arrived. But speaking the language every day, soon sorted her out and helping out at the comic book store made a difference too.
Lesley and I tried to be good hosts to Emma and took her for a couple of weekends away, to Edinburgh and York. But, in truth, when you're young it's hard to beat London for things to do.
Work was going well too. The battlefield system prototype was up and running, which meant that testing could begin. Work had also started on the demonstration units. We'd even fleshed out a deal with the Obermann Group to market and manufacture the production units.
As far as the consultancy was concerned Uwe was doing a great job of leading the work on-site at Obermann Automotive, while Sam covered both the consultancy and the battlefield system from a technical perspective.
One significant event which occurred in January, but didn't seem so important at the time, was the hiring of Tom Pemberton, Charles' son. Tom was thirty two, he'd been to all the right schools and had a good CV but his career had stalled. I needed someone like Tom to work with me on the New Technology Investment side and so I hired him. The only problem was that he had to give three months' notice to his current employers. Three months seemed like an age at the pace things were moving.
In February, my mum and dad came to stay with us for a week. They were having central heating installed in their house and there was no alternative but for them to move out while the floorboards were lifted up. It was a stressful time for Lesley but most of the stress was self-imposed. She desperately wanted to show my mum how good a wife she was.
With Carole, Suzy and Emma already resident it was a full house that week. My Dad was uncomfortable around so many women and so he and I went to the pub most evenings while my mum and the girls stayed in and chatted. Mum loved Suzy and Emma but she was less certain about Carole. She and Carole weren't so far apart in age and mum couldn't see why someone with so much money would choose to live in a single bedroom in a house full of youngsters.
When the week ended, Lesley was finally able to relax. Of course, she hadn't needed to try so hard. As far as my parents were concerned, she had nothing to prove.
Suzy and Uwe began to adapt to the restrictions placed on them by the terms of Uwe's inheritance. They started to keep a log of the nights they spent together to make sure they stayed below fifty percent. Uwe worked in Germany most of the working week, flying home on a Thursday or Friday to be with Suzy. We saw them most weekends, sometimes for sex, sometimes just to hang out. Their relationship was tested when Daniel took Suzy away to Florida and Uwe moved in with Kate for the week but by the end everyone agreed that it had been a success.
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My assistant, Lynne and I covered for Uwe in Munich while he was keeping Kate amused in London. It was just the two of us, as Sam was enjoying himself playing with the battlefield prototype in Cambridge.
That week, there was a huge construction expo' in Munich and, as a result, all of the hotels and restaurants were busy. The expo was open to casual visitors of an evening and so, on the Monday night, Lynne humoured me and we went to take a look. I was fascinated by the big earth movers and diggers but I could see that it did nothing for her.
On the Tuesday evening Lynne and I met up with Gerhard and Katja for a drink after work. Katja was my counterpart at the Munich bank, owned by Markus and Heike while Gerhard was Stefan Voigt's assistant as well as being Uwe's best friend. In fact it was through Gerhard and Katja that Suzy and Uwe had met.
Both Lesley and I had slept with Katja. Lesley had also slept with Gerhard once and I dutifully explained this to Lynne before we met them. I also explained that the meeting was going to be purely social just in case she got the wrong idea.
It was a really good evening and Lynne got on well with both of them. Gerhard was an excellent conversationalist and took us to a really nice restaurant. I tried to pay but he wouldn't have it. I suspected that it was Stefan Voigt who would be footing the bill in reality though.
By the time we finished work at Obermann's offices on the Wednesday, the two of us were beginning to flag. We decided to eat in the hotel restaurant and have an early night but when we went to pick up our keys from reception we found that there'd been a mistake. My room had been given to somebody else. Worse still, the hotel had collected all the stuff from the room and put it into storage.
Lynne showed the clerk the booking she'd made and even our guest cards showed that we'd booked both rooms for three nights. The clerk was powerless to do anything however and the manager was summoned. Lynne let him have it with both barrels in German. I don't know what she said but it sounded vicious. To say that the manager was apologetic was an understatement, but in spite of this he couldn't give me back my room.
"You can sleep in my room," Lynne offered.
"We've got options," I told her. "I can call Gerhard and Katja and stay in Uwe's room, or Markus has a place in town. I might be able to stay there."
"Don't be silly," Lynne told me. "Are you worried I won't be able to resist you?"
"Ok," I joked, "but promise you'll be gentle with me."
Lynne laughed then returned to the task of verbally abusing the hotel manager.
"The hotel is going to move your stuff into my room," she said afterwards, "and as a gesture of goodwill they're giving us both a voucher for three nights in any of their hotels."
"Tell them to give you all six instead."
"Thank you, Steven."
We staggered the use of the room. I waited in the bar while Lynne freshened up then she waited in the bar while I did the same. Afterwards, we had a few drinks, then a meal and then a few more drinks until we couldn't put off going to bed any longer.
When we got up to our room, Lynne used the bathroom first and when she'd finished she emerged in a tee shirt and panties. I went second but I didn't have a tee shirt, just my boxer shorts. When I walked back into the bedroom Lynne was already in bed under the covers.
"I didn't bring any tee shirts," I said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter," Lynne told me. "I took mine off after I'd got in anyway."
I crept into bed making sure not to disturb the bedding on Lynne's side then made myself as comfortable as possible.
"Goodnight then," I offered.
"Goodnight. See you in the morning."
"I guess so."
I turned the light off and we both lay there motionless.
Sleep didn't come quickly and after about ten minutes Lynne spoke up.
"Do you fancy something from the mini bar?" she asked.
"Good idea. I'll get it. What do you want?"
