Lunch Chapt One

I was diagnosed with pre-cancrous bonemarrow and the doc said "quality of life was important".My husband denied it was happening and said"If you need treatment I think you should just refuse."I felt this was the final marital coffin nail.
I came accross an ad on a friendship site.He said he had made his money in the city and wanted a mistress he could talk to.So I agreed to have lunch.
I was thinking conversation,affection, a nicely groomed chap with a good line in champagne.
I passed the grilling about concepts of philosopy and psychoanalysis, but there was little spark.He reminded me of my Father without the warmth and charm.My smile became rather fixed.Then over the main course he began to talk about how he could be authoritative.I thought if I was going to get spanked on Tuesdays and Thursdays at least he could offer to chip in for school fees.
I sought desperately for a graceful exit.I remembered someone I had coffee with, a pilot,I weaved a tale of recently burgeoned romance.K Blixen and Denys FH flying off into sunset.But as we left lunch date said.."But if you could see your way to fitting me in"
I kissed him on his slightly confused cheek and
ran for a taxi like a gazelle.