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Phoebe

Phoebe

Haaa! I kill me
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You really need some Adult Female Company, so you jump in your Porsche and leave your Peppermint Grove River shack, drive across town while listening to some Johan Sebastian Bach at full volume, while enjoying a nice Cuban Cigar, You arrive nearby at Langtrees, but all parking bays are full out front, so you fly around the back and park up, you fix your tie, make sure your shoes are clean, use some mouth refresher to remove the Cigar smell, spray some nice cologne on yourself, grab your suit jacket off the passenger seat, and get out, and fix the jacket, and take a nice walk around the front of the parlor and walk in,.

You hand the lovely Rochelle two hours worth of fresh and new $100 Bills, she gives you an envelope, you say thank you and proceed to walk in the lounge, and to the coffee machine, while making a Coffee you look at the hallway near those newly built booths and your sister walks out, yes your sister who went to St Hilda's girl school, graduated as ducks of the school every year and went onto UWA and got herself a law degree with honors and works for a prestige law firm in town and made partner, she commands upwards of 10K a day and normally wins every trial she takes on....

However you didn't know nor did anyone in your upper class family knows she had a side gig, working as you say a service provider. now the conundrum what do both of you do? She doesn't know you punt as you are a happily married man to a wonderful female Plastic surgeon doctor, and your sister is married to a very successful self made chemical engineer who himself is sitting on a million dollar salary every year...

Now what do both of you do, you have seen each other and know the truth now.....


Comments......
 
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Channelle said:
Well I immediately thought it was a true Phoebe dalliance and having found the booking was with the sister, and having preached so much righteousness on here over a long period of time, would of course honour that booking.👍👍👍

And I did like the Ducks of the school.
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Hey hey Hay... LOL This dude went there to look he didn't have a booking, stop reading between the lines... :cool::cool::cool:
 
Stranger things have happened. Phoebe you have a very vivid imagination - but your story did put a smile on my face.
It's a stalemate situation the holder of the secret has the power- the first one to blurt the secret loses! I know that you know and you know that I know so lets leave it at that. But if he is the older male brother .... well he maybe tempted to take the moral high ground.
 
Madam Tracey said:
Stranger things have happened. Phoebe you have a very vivid imagination - but your story did put a smile on my face.
It's a stalemate situation the holder of the secret has the power- the first one to blurt the secret loses! I know that you know and you know that I know so lets leave it at that. But if he is the older male brother .... well he maybe tempted to take the moral high ground.
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I actually was going to use his Rich Mother who is sick of shagging Tennis coaches, and swimming pool cleaners... but I shied away for that one...
 
Bach is blasting, jacket’s sharp, confidence high… and then boom—there’s my sister in the corridor like a plot twist written by HBO.

We both freeze. I put the coffee down like it’s evidence. She raises an eyebrow that says, “Objection sustained.”

I go first:

“Good evening, Counsel. I believe we’ve both wandered into the wrong courtroom.”

She smirks:

“Sidebar?”

We step aside, and draft a Mutually Assured Discretion Agreement in under thirty seconds:
  • Clause 1: No judgment, no gossip, no leaks.
  • Clause 2: Each party exits stage left. Immediately.
  • Clause 3: Envelope gets redirected to charity (Rochelle gets her tip for professionalism).
  • Clause 4: We never, ever tell Mum. (NDA with teeth.)
I thank Rochelle, apologise to the coffee machine for wasted beans, and take the world’s longest, most reflective walk back to the Porsche—Bach now set to the Goldberg Variations (extended penance edition).


At home, I kiss my brilliant wife, schedule a proper date night, and text Sis: “Case closed. Lunch Friday. My shout.” She replies: “Motion granted.”


Moral of the story: Real men know when to pivot. Style is great, but respect, discretion, and loyalty are the ultimate cologne.

(And yes, next time I’ll swap the cigar for a peppermint and the detour for flowers for my wife. Character development, Your Honour.)
 
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