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Autumn Leaves
Autumn Leaves
Autumn Leaves
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Autumn Leaves

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Autumn Leaves is a book about a young man. It is his hopes and fears, his successes and mistakes and what became of him. He starts work in an office, tries to make friends particularly with girls he wants to go out with, gets invited to sex parties and has to decide whether he jacks it all in and has a respectable life with a house, a wife and decent income from the company or not. But will things go to plan now despite his earlier wild living even if he does decide to jack it all in? Read this book to find out...
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PublisherLulu.com
Release dateMay 26, 2017
ISBN9780244649739
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    Autumn Leaves - Alan Fashion

    Autumn Leaves

    Autumn Leaves

    By Alan Fashion

    Copyright 2017 Alan Fashion

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    Chapter 1, Time to Stay in Bed

    Steve lay on his bed thinking of the prints on the walls of his home given to him when he moved here. It was a few days before his wedding when his fiancée's family had turned up, fussed and hanged the pictures. Then they had left. Since then he had not touched them as they had asked. The pictures were still there as they had been when they left that day.

    As he lay on his bed, his thoughts turned to some work he needed to do. And he thought that he really should be getting on with it by now. He got up from his bed. It was now the late afternoon. He descended the stairs and made himself a snack in the kitchen.

    Steve walked past the room with his computer in it. He could see now, even if he hadn't done so beforehand, that the room looked forlorn. It had nothing else in it but a computer and a desk. Yet, the computer had been for years the means by which he had earned his living. It was how he could afford to eat and how he could afford new clothes. Also, it was how he could live in the world and what he did in the world.

    He thought for a moment what he might like about this scene. It was like a stock photo of a desk and computer, scrupulously cleaned and with the files kept up to date. Then, he realized that it was a stock photo. And it was like thousands of such photos that he had ever seen. His desk did not have, as it did in earlier years, so many loose papers on it. Now, he cleaned it. He had achieved the marketers' dream in the stock photos, but he had not achieved many other dreams.

    Their new friends and neighbors had said that they could not speak to him because they did not know him that well. However, they said that they had spoken to his wife a few times. But they said that they did not know him well. They told him that they had spoken to his wife for 'an hour or two a few times'. And they said, as well, that she seemed to be a nice girl. He suddenly felt a chill go down his spine. What had his wife said that he had almost forgotten: 'while their wives were out'? He could not ask her about it now because she had left him the day before the wedding. In his head, he heard some words of a little voice talking to him. It was like someone in the room speaking to him and saying, 'asking your wife is the coward's way out. Ask any of your friends. They will tell you man to man'. They had said something like that but he could not fully remember it now. He felt his blood run cold just thinking about it.

    However, he did not know where he had heard it. Nor could he think of who had said it. So he might just have imagined it. Perhaps, it was just a dream. But it was nevertheless a bad dream.

    Outside his small house, the evening drew in. His house had an unkempt garden as many did still on the new housing estate. Steve had worked at his to start with but for the last few weeks, he could no longer be bothered with it. There were, though, now a few boring hours to kill before he went to bed. And he'd have to leave his garden untended if that was something he didn't want to do.

    His life was going downhill right now although he'd had difficulties before. Also, it felt, as well, as if it was neither good and nor bad. And this was just like so many things that had happened to him. As well, he thought of everything that had happened to him. And he could do so in just a few hours. For now, he just let his thoughts wash over him and didn't stop to pay attention to any one of them. In a few hours, he had thought of all the things that he had ever achieved, he had ever failed at or that had ever come to any kind of fruition. Also, he had thought of anything that had ever come to any kind of good or any kind of bad. Now having thought of all this and feeling better for it, he turned over, closed his eyes and slept for a few minutes. Then he got up and went downstairs. He had things to do there and he could cook his dinner as well when he got into the kitchen.

    The phone in his living room rang. It was an older model of phone on a small glass table that was next to one of the two sofas he had in this room. Though, it did still look stylish even now despite it being old. As well, it had been in a sale and so was relatively cheap. Both he and his wife had been pleased with it. It was something in their house that they had decided on jointly and one of the first things they had bought for their new home. Also, it had been one of the best.

    Hello! It's Anne calling.

    He was taken back to the present and the phone ringing in his living room that he had just picked up.

    Really, he felt pleased to hear a friendly voice. And it was somebody who did not know about his life. Nor had Anne ever met his wife. As well, as he knew, she did not know what had gone on just recently for him.

    Oh, yes….

    I was wondering. Can I come around?

    Yes, do. Please come around.

    He filed some papers whilst he waited for her to come. And she walked in 20 minutes later through his front door.

    Once she had come in and settled down on his sofa, they chatted about this and that for an hour or two.

    His new visitor, Anne, was a dark-haired busty woman. She was shorter than the average woman was but she didn't look like it because she was also round and bit plump. He had met her at his office. They had met when he had first started working there. And they had got on well together almost immediately. But he had not spoken to her that much after their first few meetings. He preferred women with more pronounced bosoms and perkier breasts. Still, since then, they had chatted more to each other and they'd become firm friends. He had talked to her more normally now when not so obsessed with all woman's breasts. This was since he'd met his wife that he hadn't been and they'd planned their wedding. As well, he had seen her outside of work once or twice when socializing.

    Now, as they sat in his house, she said soothingly, Can we go up to your bedroom? We may as well have sex. I mean, don't you think so? Really, I know that I do.

    They'd had sex, been to bed and then they'd

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