After the Dream

Stan Mason

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Diana is married to a high-ranking Civil Servant who is a workaholic and he neglects her badly. Diana takes part in an experiment after receiving hospital treatment on her holiday. In due course, she notices that everyone else is getting old but she is still remaining young and beautiful. When she visits the scientist, he tells her that the experiment is one where, if successful, she will live to almost two hundred years of age and remain exactly as she looks at present for all that time.

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• Thriller

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• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 09 décembre 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781783334643
• Langue: English

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Title Page
AFTER THE DREAM

by
Stan Mason



Publisher Information
After the Dream Published in 2013 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
The right of Stan Mason to be identified as the Author of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998
Copyright © 2013 Stan Mason
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Chapter One
She deftly allowed the soft silk dressing-gown to slip from her slender shoulders to fall to the floor exposing her beautiful slim mature body. Her long legs sauntered smoothly over the body of her handsome young lover before she folded neatly into his ready arms, enjoying the warmth of his lustful intimate embrace. His hand caressed her neck gently and easily, moving up and down sensuously. She felt erotic emotion swiftly welling up inside her. His hands moved slowly to her breasts, stroking each one smoothly touching the nipples softly so that she felt transported to a higher level plane than she had never known before. Suddenly she felt her body becoming moist as her heart beat rapidly in anticipation of what was about to happen, and beads of perspiration began to appear on her forehead. It was so wonderful ....so marvellous...so brilliant...so erotic! His hand moved to the lower part of her body causing her adrenalin to begin to flow fiercely then, without warning, a shock ran through her body as her eyes opened widely to the bright light that pierced through a gap in the curtains, causing her to wake abruptly from her reverie utterly alone and desolate in her large comfortable bed. It was yet another dream...a mirage in her mind. in the depths of her sleep....another figment of her frustrated imagination.
Diana Templeton was a woman heading slowly towards middle age who preferred to live her life in a dream world. It would be fair to say that it had overtaken her sanity for she worshipped the remarkable gift that had been especially endowed to her. The humdrum life of boredom in a house that was far too big for her to manage alone offered absolutely nothing in the way of passion , emotion, or even a modicum of tenderness....all interest having been lost to the past. This was accentuated by the fact that her husband, who was ten years young, like many others after twenty-three years of marriage, neglected her badly. Indeed, it was far worse than that for he was absent most of the time as a result of his work and had become a conditioned workaholic. She recalled some research carried out that women spoke seven thousand words each day but men only managed two thousand. To her dismay, when she and Charles were alone, the dialogue was negligible. She could not recall any meaningful discussion, debate, argument or decision they had made together over the past ten years. They simply held their silence and very rarely spoke to each other. Subsequently, she began to yearn for night to come so that she could lay full-length in her comfortable bed, with her head lolling on the soft pillow and be allowed to experience such brilliant dreams to relieve the frustration that built up inside her. It was a means of entering another world which was wistful, exotic, erotic and absolutely unreal. The strange part of the matter was that she always enjoyed such pleasant fantastic dreams. There was never any ugliness or situations that distressed her or affect her mind with threats of disaster.....only emotional love! As soon as she fell into the arms of Morpheus each night, a new world opened up to her....to another world that was wonderful...similar to the theme of the book of the thousand tales of the Arabian Nights.
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At the age of forty-three, with a wealthy husband and two grown-up children who had left home, she was relatively free in mind and most adventurous in spirit. She felt that there was something inside her struggling to get out but there was no opportunity for it to do so. As with every other woman she wanted to enjoy life to the full and had once set her mind to do so until her husband moved up the promotional ladder at work and refused to allow her to do anything. Each morning, with nothing to do, she would climb out of bed and stand in front of a full-length mirror preening herself for quite some time, thanking her lucky stars that she had an outstandingly slim figure and a beautiful unwrinkled smooth-skinned face. Such was her outstanding beauty that people who didn’t know her believed that she was about fifteen years younger, in her late twenties, and she took great pains not to tell them the truth.
On one particular evening, she undressed, went to bed, and lay between the luxurious sheets solemnly thinking about the future, but it wasn’t long before she fell asleep to enter into a fantastic dream where she was magically transported to Morocco in Africa with the vast Sahara Desert stretching out before her. She found herself in a Bedouin tent laying nude in the arms of an equally naked handsome dark-skinned young man....one who was younger than herself who she found to be extremely amorous. In the realm where excitement abounded, she found herself wrapped around his lithe brown body, kissing him gently but firmly on the lips before pushing her tongue into his mouth which thrilled her intensely.
He began to kiss her all over her body with gentle kisses causing her to experience tremendous erotic pleasure. She then moved her body so that the two of them could enjoy a session of pure intimacy. In reality, as her mind wafted through the emotions, her limbs moved up and down under the blankets suggesting that she was undergoing extreme intimate pleasure. The stimulation continued for some considerable time until she gave a series of light gasps and completely relaxed her body. This was the crowning moment of the life she loved to live...enjoying magnificent satisfaction within the confines of her own mind which also seemed to satisfy her physical needs. The exercise was entirely personal and she was not obliged to reveal any details to any other person or offer any kind of explanation to anyone. Certainly it would be impossible to talk to her husband of her great passion...he would never understand what she meant or why she revelled in such a reaction. He was a dull Civil Servant of high-standing within the Government and, apart from being a workaholic, he was often away for weeks on business. No....not only would he not understand but he wouldn’t care to fathom out the reason. Work was all he wanted to do; his wife took second place in his life. If she tried to explain her nightly intimate clandestine affairs in her nether-world to him, he would eye her with an element of contempt or perhaps consider that she was losing her mind. No...this was her secret....her precious private superb secret which she would never reveal to anyone!
The dream about Morocco stayed firmly in her mind for a very long time and it wasn’t too long before she approached her husband, asking him to take her on holiday there.
‘Why Morocco?’ he demanded with an element of surprise. ‘You know nothing about it. What’s so fascinating that you want to go there?’
‘It’s just a whim,’ she responded easily, thinking about the young handsome dark-skinned Arab but refusing to give her husband any other reason. ‘If you want, you can say it’s my birthday present.
He huffed and puffed for a while, examining his diary at length in order to set a date for the vacation.
‘I’ll have to get clearance for a trip to that country,’ he muttered indicating his reluctance to leave his work. ‘In any case,’ he went on. ‘I can only afford to be away for one week. You know how my work builds up.’ He turned over some more pages in his diary and then gave a grunt. ‘I can go one week before the end of June!’
As far as he was concerned, it was extremely difficult to find time to spend on a frivolity such as a vacation but, regardless of any date in his calendar, it was always difficult for Charles Templeton to find spare time away from his duties. Nonetheless, they went ahead and Diana booked the holiday but she recognised that there would be no lascivious or intimate relationships with any young handsome dark-skinned Arab when she arrived there. Despite her boredom and distress at home, she was still compos mentis, capable of defining dreams from reality although it sometimes peeved her to have to do so.



Chapter Two
The day of their departure soon arrived and they made their way to the airport to board the aircraft which took off without delay. Diana was in her element, She was on an aircraft flying to the place she had seen in her dreams. However the journey was not without incident. A short time before the plane approached Agadir airport in Morocco, the pilot announced that a simoom was in force in the area and that all passengers needed to secure their seat-belts as he expected a very bumpy landing. When the aircraft descended on to the runway, the fierce wind blew so strongly that it swerved at an angle ramming one of its wings into another plane parked nearby. The aircraft then slewed violently off the runway causing the passengers to scream as it rendered off its course. As it happened, the damage was relatively limited and the aircraft managed to resume its progress towards the main building, albeit the portside wing had been slightly dented. When the door of the plane was opened, Charles Templeton stood