(Part 01)
Paul Owen was staying at the Clayton Manor Hotel and was not at all happy because he had reached a certain age and had acquired an unfortunate body shape, and the consequence of that was that gravity had become his enemy and a simple mirror was now his nemesis.
In the privacy of his own home he was able to minimise his exposure to the spiteful honesty of the looking glass and therefore perpetuate the falsehood that he was 20 years younger and 4 stones lighter.
He had found to his cost however that he could control his exposure to a much lesser degree in the wider world.
For example shops and stores all possess a multitude of polished surfaces and shopping centres are all bedecked with glass and mirrors, but by far the worst in his experience were hotels, in particular the one he was staying in at that moment.
It was a nice hotel, no question about that, in fact it was a rather grand and elegant place and the venue for what he very much hoped would be a dirty weekend.
However the downside to staying in an above average Hotel was the number and the positioning of mirrors.
A whole wall in the bathroom, a full length one in the hall and another monster above the writing desk (come dressing table), but the worst by a country mile was the bathroom.
There is nothing that dents the confidence more than seeing your naked form as others might see you if you were fortunate enough to reach that level of intimacy with them.
It was when Paul was in the shower, that he caught sight of himself, and the full horror of what he saw was not even diminished when viewed through the steam in the shower, the water droplets on the shower door and the condensation on the mirror.
In short the image did not leave him possessed of any self confidence in fulfilling his hopes of soon reaching that afore mentioned level of intimacy with a not unattractive widow of his acquaintance Ann Beacom, in the room across the hall.
Pauls face had stood the test of time well enough but his body had been badly abused
“I bet Ann looks better in the bathroom mirror” he said out loud
He was quite presentable for his age when dressed in his dinner suit and the accessories, and without being conceited he was confident he could leave her satisfied, so to speak, if he got that far but his great fear was that he would leave her disappointed with his natural appearance.
(Part 02)
Ann meanwhile was having much the same internal discussion as she stood before her own mirror, though even after 4 children and a hysterectomy her body had not reached the level of decline that his had although everything generally was a little further south than it used to be.
Finally she deemed herself satisfied with the final look, she just hoped it would suffice for him, for she had expectations.
However the final presentation was only achieved with undergarments that pulled her in and held her up and her fear was that the way she looked at that moment might well be enough to get him into the bedroom but with everything removed she was worried he wouldn’t go back for seconds.
After they ate dinner they sat at the table drinking and eventually they bade the long-suffering waiter a good night, even though it was almost 3 am, and headed, somewhat unsteadily towards their rooms.
Accompanied by raucous laughter they stumbled into the lift and unable to press the button for the floor that they actually wanted they decided to hit them all.
When they reached the first floor Ann announced
“This is me, I’m home”
Paul was on the same and said
“I will see you to your door dear lady” and attempted a bow
“You are too kind Sir Knight” she responded trying to curtsy.
He walked Ann rather unsteadily to her door and once she had managed to finally use the swipe card correctly and open the door she announced.
“Nightcap” and before he had chance to decline Ann dragged him into the room where after some intense negotiations it was decided that coffee was the order of the day.
“You can make the coffee while I just make myself comfortable” she instructed
When she emerged she was wearing only a nightie which left little to the imagination
“Wow” he exclaimed and five minutes later they were in bed together and Ann confessed
“It’s been a long time since I had a man inside me”
“How long?” he asked
“Too long” she replied and kissed him
The next morning at the breakfast table they sat across from one another, Paul wore a smug look of satisfaction while Ann wore one of tiredness.
The “exhaustion” however did not prevent her from taking him back to her bed before lunch.
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