A Mother’s dissapointment

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Jill walked into what felt like a normal day at the office; the office surroundings gave no indication that it was the last day of work before the Christmas break. Their boss was a strict short man, who had no Christmas cheer about him. The workers knick named him Scrooge behind his back, due to the sheer lack of generosity especially at this time of year. Jill knew Scrooge had a bit of a thing for her, as he would always go beetroot red when he spoke to her. Jill thought she could exploit this on the last day by dressing provocatively, in hope her and her friends could finish early. Jill wore red high heels, with black waist high pantyhose, a mid thigh red skirt and low-cut style black top to show off her very ample cleavage. But scrooge didn’t even acknowledge her even though her trim figure was to die for.

Jill had just heard from her boss, which she and the rest of the office were allowed to leave work early as the festive holidays were starting. She had been waiting for the news all day. She still had some filing to do but that could wait until after Xmas. Her work colleagues had asked if she wanted to go out for a drink, but she politely turned them down, after all she still had Xmas presents to wrap up, and with Lucy still being at school for a few more hours it would be the perfect chance to finish off Lucy’s gifts.

On the way home the drive was quicker than usual, as she didn’t have to battle the 5pm rush and it was just after the lunch time rush as well. She couldn’t wait to get home, the house had been hectic over the last few weeks, with making arrangements for family coming to visit, buying gifts and getting the house pristine clean.

Jill lived on the outside of town. The house was a large 7bedroom retreat, once renovated from a dilapidated bed and breakfast. Each bedroom in the house had its own en-suite, a large open plan kitchen, a dining room which was converted from an old bar. The house was festively decorated and had a wall of portraits in the main corridor of Jill and her family. Jill’s husband Derek was due back home in a week’s time. He worked away a lot with his job as an airline pilot and had been trying to convince Jill to become a kept wife, but Jill wanted her own independence.