I am completely different in the so-called 'real' world. I'm really Irene, a mother of 3 with 2 failed marriages behind me. I was born in North West England many years ago & had an unremarkable childhood although my father invented bubble wrap. My first marriage was to Arthur Althorpe, we were childhood sweethearts & were wed just before the outbreak of WWII. It was a simple affair with just me mam & dad in attendance as Arthur was an orphan. We had a lovely time, went to Blackpool for our honeymoon. Then of course the Hun spoilt things & Arthur went to fight the good fight. He returned but was not the same, probably because I had become pregnant by a visiting G.I. & he came home to find two kids running around the house. We stayed together for their sakes, but he had an affair with a local bingo caller named Cyril. We parted in 1967. Well the kids had left & I was alone again, in the so-called summer of love with only the occasional spot of nookie with the milkman to keep me going! Sometimes his assistant would join in!! I was so good I got free milk!! But this was only a temporary solution, I sought love & a long term relationship not just sexual satisfaction. I joined the workforce again, a secretary for an housing development company in the north of England. My boss was a lovely foreign chap, Rajendra, from India, we were both new to the area &, well, the inevitable happened. We had sexual congress. After a brief courtship we ran off together with the takings from the business, fled to Delhi. No sooner had we landed & then, well blow me down if my darling Raj wasn't mistaken for the heir to the Darjeeling Tea Corporation of India! We wus quids in! For the next 15 years we lived the life of riley! We had such fun & we had a beautiful daughter, Aashni. And now I have a confession to make, I strayed. I fell in love with a visiting British professor who was conducting research into the fabled Indian rope trick for a BBC television documentary. I cannot excuse my actions but believe it was in part due to being homesick for merry olde England. We came back, & had many blissful years together before I murdered him because he put a fork in the knife draw after doing the dishes. Now I have paid my debt to society & enjoyed my time in prison to be honest. I live in a lovely little flat now with a budgie called Santanos for company. Its an idyllic existence even though I do not see any of my family, but I have you as my new family. Don't I friends?
DON'T.
I?
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