Jude – 2

June1It’s not that hard to spot a six-foot tall black woman in the centre of Saigon. I kept an eye out for her everywhere I went. I even went so far as to ask one of the ladies who sold fruit at the Ben Thanh market.  I had convinced myself that I had fallen in love at first sight. Not that I believed in that sort of thing, but the thought of her was so compelling, as the days went by, she became larger and larger in my mind. More and more beautiful. And, awkwardly, more and more unobtainable.

So there was some irony in the fact that I did not manage to find her. She found me. She walked up to my table at a Foreign Ladies of Vietnam luncheon, sat down in the chair next to mine, and draped her long, lithe arm around the back of my seat.

“These women are out of their minds,” she said. “Are you?”

“Most definitely.”

“Do you have an obsessional fear of losing  your husband to his Vietnamese secretary?”

“I don’t have a husband.”

“Thank god,” she said and waved the waiter over. “I’ll have a very, very big martini. And this lady will have…” She eyed me expectantly.

“I’ll have a vodka. No ice, no lemon, no nothing.”

She had a smile like a solar flare. Not just her plump lacquered lips, or her wicked laugh lines, but her dark, olive eyes. It all lit up like something radioactive. “I like you.”

I smiled back. “I like you, too.”

She said nothing until the drinks arrived. I took a sip of my vodka and, in a moment of madness that included overlooking the fact that it was only lunchtime, knocked the rest of it back.

“So what is a girl like you doing at this disgusting colonial gathering?”

I nodded my head over at the rolling bookcases in the corner. “I just come for the English language books.”

Again, she smiled her wide, wide smile. “That’s very worthy.”

“Why do you come?”

She inhaled and let the breath out slowly, languidly. “I just need to get the hell out of the house every now and then. Too many staff, too in my face. I’m not used to that kind of crap. I grew up learning to make do for myself.”

“There are far better places to spend an afternoon.” On the cool, white sheets of my bed, I thought.

“Yeah,” she said, “but then I wouldn’t have met you, now, would I?”

I blushed. And it bothered me that I blushed. I wanted to slide under the table and stick my head between her legs while she went on sipping her martini. But I thought, maybe, that would be slightly excessive.

“I’m having a little dinner party on Saturday. Wanna come?”

“Oh, I’d love to.”

“Then do. And you can meet my wife.”

My heart sank. My mouth dried up. The vodka had suddenly settled on my stomach like battery acid. I should have known she wouldn’t be single. I should have known someone like Jude would always have someone dancing attendance. I was sure that, from the time she’d reached puberty, someone was prostrating themselves at her feet, begging to be trampled on. And, for some reason, the fact that it was a wife and not a husband, made her seem all the more unobtainable.

But I would go to the party anyway.

  46 comments for “Jude – 2

  1. TFP
    June 19, 2014 at 6:24 pm

    More please.

  2. June 19, 2014 at 9:19 pm

    I like these two, a lot. Looking forward to Jude’s party.

  3. Six
    June 28, 2014 at 5:24 pm

    Can’t wait for part 3!

  4. Dein
    August 19, 2014 at 2:27 pm

    What happened to part 3? Please, please. I really want to find out what happens at the dinner party

  5. Sey
    August 31, 2014 at 5:45 am

    ” I should have known someone like Jude would always have someone dancing attendance.” Favourite line 🙂

    • Mary
      May 22, 2017 at 10:01 am

      Mine was “She had a smile like a solar flare.” Beautiful! Tasty, captivating storytelling.

    • May 18, 2018 at 1:56 pm

      Strangely the ones that you know will have a partner don’t realise you will know so they feel required to tell you. Apparently talking to you without telling you is somehow dangerous.

  6. Sarah
    February 5, 2015 at 7:09 am

    Well written. I found it very interesting.

  7. Fee
    March 13, 2015 at 8:09 pm

    Waiting with bated breath for the next instalment

  8. kc
    May 25, 2015 at 7:45 pm

    ….and then? Please!

  9. Stephanie
    June 10, 2015 at 5:45 pm

    Another reader who wants to know what happens next. More, please.

  10. JAA
    June 14, 2015 at 8:13 pm

    Ahhh….shades of….Emmanuelle.

  11. JAA
    June 14, 2015 at 8:18 pm

    The exotic elements, the openness to sexual range, the heat, the boredom of a distant diplomatic post, the imagery is so fluid, so accurate, so cinematic. And the old film Emmanuelle rose right up in a flash!

  12. Brenda
    August 16, 2015 at 12:17 am

    Like to read the rest of the story to see how it ends

  13. debi
    September 7, 2015 at 11:18 am

    W h a t ??? More more more !!!

  14. O S
    October 5, 2015 at 2:40 pm

    I just happened to stumble upon this and think it’s really well written. The first part left me itching for more, second left me feeling like I was stepped on, can’t wait for more of this abuse on my senses and imagination. Definitely going to read more.

  15. KH
    November 27, 2015 at 4:39 am

    I’m enjoying your story… more please!

  16. Tiffany
    February 2, 2016 at 9:04 am

    Waiting for more!! Loved it.

  17. John
    February 7, 2016 at 1:50 pm

    Great i need more

  18. Chiny
    February 16, 2016 at 4:07 am

    Oh leave me wanting more. Hope it’s not the end.

  19. Keen
    April 26, 2016 at 12:32 pm

    great read. left me wanting more.

  20. Samantha
    May 4, 2016 at 12:25 pm

    Completely taken with these 2. I want more!

  21. Konii
    June 12, 2016 at 4:01 pm

    I want to go to the party too.

  22. Southern Reader
    June 15, 2016 at 6:57 pm

    Very impressed by your writing. As a reader, you really feel for the characters and are able to imagine how you would feel if you were in their position.

  23. Nescafe Americano
    August 22, 2016 at 8:41 am

    That’s a mighty fine story getting off the ground if I ever did see one!

    Hoping for more down the line?

  24. Daniel
    October 18, 2016 at 4:11 am


  25. Patti
    November 6, 2016 at 6:46 am

    I like that this is the end to the story, unless you are righting more. I like the ambiguous endings that make you wonder what could possibly be happening next but never actually having the answer. Great story.

  26. Carole Ann
    December 8, 2016 at 10:37 am

    I like…very enticing at grabbing your attention…the anticipation really begins to build…

  27. Dice
    January 13, 2017 at 6:34 am

    Ooh I like this one and I agree, please write more to this story 🙂

  28. emps
    January 21, 2017 at 11:58 am

    It is Emmanuelle, my angel now in heaven.

  29. Catherine Pool
    February 23, 2017 at 11:44 am

    Andanother? More please…

  30. March 4, 2017 at 9:38 am

    Wonderful story, leaves you wanting more. I cannot wait for what is to come. Just one observation. Columbian should be spelled Colombian. The country is spelled with an “o” not an u. I discover this site today and I love it!

    • March 20, 2017 at 8:23 pm

      Thank you so much! of course it’s Colombian with an o (gah!)

  31. Gabriel
    June 12, 2017 at 5:55 am

    Had me hooked and wanting more

  32. Keisha
    August 18, 2017 at 2:42 am

    Omg where is the rest of the story

  33. Annabel
    October 12, 2017 at 5:41 am

    Very good story, character development etc..please write more!!

  34. Andy
    November 14, 2017 at 7:45 am

    If she wants to be with Jude, she should have taken the diplomat up on the threesome even if she doesn’t want to fuck him.

  35. Justin
    November 25, 2017 at 7:45 am

    This was my first time ever reading something of this nature. I liked it. I could picture myself as the character even though I’m a man. Seeing my wife for the first time. Diving into the details of beauty is a language most don’t understand. This short story uses it flawlessly.

  36. Tom
    February 2, 2018 at 4:53 am

    Made me think of the strikingly gorgeous bald Australian woman I met in at the market in Hoi An.

    • March 20, 2018 at 3:33 am

      She sounds wonderful. Was she an artist? Because I think I might know who that is you met!

  37. Anna
    February 16, 2018 at 12:19 am

    keep writing! excellent!!!

  38. Renee
    April 9, 2018 at 5:25 am

    Talk about a tease… (: First I thought the person was a guy.. but didn’t take long to realize I was wrong.

  39. Margarita
    May 19, 2018 at 8:09 am

    I loved it. Was definitely ready to read more…

  40. Joe
    May 21, 2018 at 2:36 pm


  41. Fixx
    May 22, 2018 at 5:07 pm

    I have just found your writing through a friends recommendation.

    Is there a part three to Jude? Please?

    Looking forward to reading more!

  42. Elizabeth Horton
    June 2, 2018 at 7:02 am

    Very nice. Must know what happens next

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