(F) Discovery

I leave my credit card in the kitchen, and head upstairs to my dressing room with my new purchases. As I walk into the bedroom, I notice that there are four suitcases. I open the first one I come to, and it's full of my clothes. Maybe we're going on holiday - Michael surprises me like that sometimes. Or maybe we're having some new clothes. Michael likes a fresh wardrobe of new clothes, says he gets fed up of seeing me in the same old rags. I open the other suitcases to see which clothes michael has packed for himself, and I'm slightly surprised to find that all four suitcases are packed with my clothes. Maybe I'm having a whole new dressing room. I almost explode at the thought, this would mean a new York shopping trip!
I decide there's no point unpacking my new clothes and so I straighten out the bed and head back downstairs for a coffee. As I'm walking down the stairs, michael arrives home. He slams the door behind him and throws his case on the floor. Clearly he's in a bad mood, and tonight will be another lovely evening with me husband. He doesn't even greet me as I walk into the kitchen.
"are we going on holiday?" I ask him.
"no", he thunders. "take your stuff and go. I'm sick of you, sick of your spending. I've packed your bags - just leave."
By this point, I'm horrified. This has come from nowhere. I have nowhere to go, I don't want to leave!
I run upstairs in tears, thinking this is some kind of sick joke by michael, but he makes no effort to console me. Instead he leaves me sobbing as he zips the cases up and begins lugging them downstairs. I cannot believe this is happening.
"hurry up woman, I want rid of you", he booms. I'm frightened by his tone of voice, half expecting him to physically drag me out of the house. I followed behind him like a small child that's been chastised for drawing on the walls. I looked up at the house, the beautiful sash windows, the huge oak door. The familiar fabrics and plants in the windows that signified home. Michael headed back into the house without saying a word. as I drove away, I knew I faced a long and painful journey.

(F) learn

I've come home to an empty house again. You'd have thought by now that my husband Michael might have learnt how to text me if he's going to be late home. It happens at least 3 times a week, and of course I have no idea that he's going to be late until he actually bothers to turn up 3 hours after he told me he'd be home. We've been married for 2 years, and so far there's probably only been one week when he's been home on time every night. Apparently, it's meetings. Michael is the chief financial officer for a big bank in the city. He works a lot of hours, but it means I don't have to, and who would complain at that? I must admit, I spend a lot of time shopping, but it means I get to see some great places too! New York and Milan are my favourites, although if I'm pushed for time then Paris is a fantastic alternative. Michael keeps ranting on that I should do it all through the internet. It would save him a fortune on business class flights and four star hotels, but there's no fun in sitting, looking at a screen, buying a bag that you think you like because it looks ok in the picture. I look at the post that I've bought in with me. One letter for me, the rest for Michael. I open the letter and feel a bubble of excitement inside me as I realise it's my new credit card. I pull it out of the envelope and run my fingers across the lettering. "Mrs Amanda Lucy Walker." I hate that name. I really ought to change it by deed poll and get rid of Amanda. It's so boring. Besides, everybody calls me Lucy anyway - I don't really need that extra name.

(CD) Michael

Lucy's husband. In his 50's. Sleaze. Plays golf, wears golfing clothes. Drives a mercedes. Likes to flash his cash. Thinks he is a ladies man. Likes to show off the girl on his arm, have his cake and eat it. Lunch dates, executive meetings. High powered business man. Preparing himself for early retirement.

(CD) Tom

Tom.
Lucy's final partner. Tall, dark hair, intelligent business man, but hides it behind his rough looking exterior (stubble, messy hair) - which is what attracts lucy to him. Also early 30's. Trendy, not smart - doesn't like to look like the typical business man,buys expensive but understated clothes.. Money made in trading. Clever but discreet. Has taste - sexy wine bars, dining out, romantic but not soppy, sophisticated.
Enjoys time with his friends, socialising.Drives a nice car, not flashy but definitely impresses/turns heads.
Been single for some time - plenty of dates, short term relationships, but not found "the one".

(F) Running

The train hurtled down the tracks. Urgently running through the carriages and struggling to keep my balance, I scanned the faces that I passed. I HAD to find him. I knew he was on the train somewhere, and he needed to know how I felt. I couldn't let him leave without telling him the truth about how I really felt. He wanted to be with me. Why hadn't I realised this before? I'm so stupid. Clearly there is some truth in the saying "love is blind." The carriages were packed. People were standing in the aisles and in the doorways. I pushed my way past, shouting apologies at the people who tutted and moaned as I shoved them out of the way. I was desperate to find him. I stumbled out of the heaving economy carriage into a first class carriage. The occupants were a little shocked by my entrance to say the least. I straightened out my jacket, and continued walking briskly through the train. I knew I was running out of carriages, but was reassured by the fact that we wouldn't arrive at his stop for another hour - plenty of time to keep searching. It wasn't until I slowed down that I realised I needed the loo. I didn't want to waste vital minutes, but I had to go. Damn toilet was occupied. I waited patiently outside, acutely aware of my bladder telling me it couldn't wait any longer. The door unlocked, and I barely gave my fellow passenger the chance to get out of the toilet when I suddenly realised it was him. It was him coming out of the toilet! It was fate, definitely fate. I don't think he expected to be forced out of the toilet, least of all by me. I reached up to his face, and pulled him towards me. We kissed the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. There were fireworks, sparklers, stars! I felt like I was floating, although I know I was crossing my legs out of desperation. Now, I think he knew the truth. He knew how I really felt about him. We looked at each other and smiled, knowing that we were embarking upon a brand new journey that had already begun.

(PD) Sex, lies and...?

Lucy
finds cheating husband
divorces him
story of recovery
development of nymphomania
dealing with nymphomania
moving on - meeting Tom
relationship with Tom
The happy ending - off into the sunset

(CD) Lucy

Long, blonde, layered hair, tousled. Pert breasts, uplifted but not implanted. Size 12, tiny waist, ample sized breasts.
Nymphomaniac.
Enjoys car racing, travelling, time away from home. flirtatious.very sociable, easily meets new people.
Designer chic - wouldn't be seen dead without a label/brand of some sort.
Knows she is attractive.
Likes to think she is a porn star, almost styles herself in that way.
Early 30's. Divorced - nymphomania result of rebounding after divorce - has become the man her husband was whilst married. Complex character would rather be loved than used.
Divorced by cheating husband - older man, string of affairs, liked to flash the cash.
would like to meet another man with cash, but doesn't look likely.