Free His Jazz Affair by Nicky Fife

he conveniently made himself unavailable. Maybe he was Sheila and they did not want to be disturbed. Tracy felt stupid. The signs had been there all along she had been too blind to see.
    She closed her eyes unbelieving. Her instincts were to flee that very moment. To run away from this humiliation.
    “You got what you wanted I think we are done.”Tracy said bitterly
    Guy stopped in front of her his body stiff with anger. He tried to make some semblance of this mess. He could not understand where those photos came from. They had been no one in that corridor except him and Sheila and she certainly didn’t have a camera.
    “Take me home. I need some time.”
    He reached out to touch her but she flinched and he retreated his hand dejected. “Let me explain. Sheila tried to throw herself at me but I couldn’t. You were all I was thinking off on that trip. I did not even touch her.”
    Tracy shut her eyes against the scene he was painting. She could see him in his towel and Sheila in her negligee standing there with her hands on his chest.
    His story was too incredible to believe. Naive she maybe but he certainly wasn’t stupid.
    “I don’t know what happened in that hotel room Guy. But right now all I want is to go home.” She turned a cold shoulder towards him. “Please.”
    Yes maybe it was better to take time and cool off. And he needed to find out what was happening.
    Guy had his suspicions. It was Sheila. But how?  Tracy didn’t want to see reason. She needed time to get over the shock of the photos. He needed time to get to the bottom of this. He had to let her go for the time being.
    Tracy was sobbing silently as he drove her home. She kept her face averted from him. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him; he had disappointed and hurt her than any man had done.
    If this was bad joke then it certainly wasn’t funny. She was the laughing stock of the whole town. She was out of the car before Guy came to stop slamming the door hard behind her.
     
     
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    “Tracy there is a delivery for you!” Sarah shouted
    Tracy dragged herself out of bed and plodded over to the door in her pyjamas. It was well after mid day but she did not feel like waking up. She was drained and tired and her own body felt like a dead weight to her feet.
    Sheila had seen her coming in the morning but she saw that all was not well. Tracy had arrived in a huff as if the dogs were after her. She barely said a word of greeting. Sheila had stood by her door hearing her friend sob.
    Sheila thought it best to leave to Tracy to cry herself out. It was probably a minor lover’s tiff, nothing a good cry could not solve.
    She was surprised seeing Tracy in her pyjamas so late in the day. The situation was worse than she initially thought.
    “Nice flowers. From Guy?” it was very obvious that the large bouquet was coming from Guy.             
    “Did you see the paper today?”
    “No. Is there something significant in there?” Sarah was confused.
    “Yes there actually is something significant.” Tracy threw the paper at Sarah
    She looked at it shocked with every sentence she read. Her cheeks turned pink the red.
    “There must be some mistake. Some explanation.” This was dynamite.
    Tracy sobbed letting the pain wreak havoc in her body. Sarah embraced her smoothing down her hair.
    “I am sorry dear. I don’t know what to say. What did Guy say?”
    “That nothing happened.” She sobbed.
    Maybe nothing happened.”It was incredible. Sarah could not believe that Guy would intentionally hurt Tracy. He maybe a playboy but he wasn’t a cruel man.
    “There, there” she said. “We will get to the bottom of this.”
    Tracy doubted that they could get more out of the story than what was obvious. She had Guy were through. They had their thirty minutes of fame and now it was over. She felt hollow inside all emotions