(Part 01)
Anthony Flood was approaching his 44th birthday and had never felt so young and vital as he had since the episode when had kissed Fiona Fortson in the stationary cupboard, or more precisely she had kissed him.
At the time he had known her for roughly six months and had had a crush on her since the first moment he saw her.
She was in his sister’s bible study group which was held at his house every two or three weeks.
When the diminutive woman standing 4 feet 11 in her stocking feet looked at him with her large saucer eyes he was ensnared.
Even before she deployed the warm mesmerizing smile he was smitten.
But as remarkably beautiful as her face was, her figure on the other hand was singularly unremarkable.
She had short chubby legs, a flat chest and a barely distinguishable waist.
Though her bum was an altogether different proposition and each buttock was beautifully defined inside her cargos.
Anthony however despite being attracted to her didn’t envisage that anything would ever come of it, he was 12 years her senior and she was a sensible Christian girl.
So it came as quite a surprise when his sister Jane volunteered him to help Fiona retrieve something from the stationary cupboard and he ended up helping himself to a snog.
After the event Anthony felt a surprising lack of guilt about it even though he had snogged a fellow congregant on church property during the Sunday service while his sister Jane sat in the congregation.
He didn’t know if Fiona felt guilty, he hadn’t seen her to ask her.
Though in fairness it was Fiona who had initiated the action in the cupboard when she feigned a slip from the steps and fell into his arms.
He remembered so well watching Fiona taking her seat after the event and she looked across at him and smiled,
Anthony winked at Fiona and her face went scarlet and then she looked away.
But when a moment later she turned and looked at him again she smiled broadly and he knew the stationary cupboard kiss was a proper beginning.
However in the week following that eventful Sunday Anthony was away in Nettlefield on business so it hadn’t been the beginning of anything and so it was the next Monday when he decided to act and he decided to visit one of the places she worked and talk to her away from the church.
Fiona had a wonderful work ethic, which was something else he admired her for and she held down three part time jobs.
Monday to Wednesday she worked at Abbotts Gardens Centre, Thursdays and Fridays she worked Dustbusters domestic cleaning services and at weekends she worked in the café and bookshop at St Joseph’s church, which was situated on the edge of the town centre.
(Part 02)
Fiona had a wonderful work ethic, which was something else he admired her for and she held down three part time jobs.
Monday to Wednesday she worked at Abbotts Gardens Centre, Thursdays and Fridays she worked Dustbusters domestic cleaning services and at weekends she worked in the café and bookshop at St Joseph’s church, which was situated on the edge of the town centre.
He visited the Abbotts Gardens Centre numerous times but failed to see her, so he went into the café and bookshop on three separate occasions just in case she was doing extra shifts but there was no sign of her there either.
So he thought that she was obviously racked with guilt and was either keeping a low profile or had left.
Anthony couldn’t keep turning up at the church looking for her as people would doubtless notice and be suspicious, he had already visited the bookshop more times in one week than he had in the previous two years.
And that would have been that had it not been for an overheard conversation between his sister and the café and bookshop manager, Mrs Patmore.
“Yes I can do a couple of hours on Saturday” Jane said “And I hope Fiona is better soon”
After Jane had hung up the phone Anthony asked
“What was all that about?”
“Mrs Patmore is looking for help at the café while Fiona is laid up” she replied
“Why what’s wrong with her?” his asked casually
“She fell off those rickety steps last Sunday” Jane said in her “I knew that would happen”
He and Jane hadn’t been to St Dunstan’s that day as they had a christening to attend at St Lucy’s in Sharpington
“Oh dear” he said wondering if she was thinking about the previous weeks antics “is she ok?”
“Badly sprained ankle” Jane said
It was Wednesday when he got the news about Fiona’s fall, and once he realised she wasn’t seriously hurt Anthony wondered if it would be classed as a fall from grace.
Particularly if she was reminiscing on the previous outing on the steps.
He spent the next couple of days trying to think of a plausible ruse that would enable him to go round and see her.
The ruse would be superfluous for Fiona as she would know why his was really there, the ruse was for the benefit of Judith who was Fiona’s flatmate.
He racked his brain for a solution but none came so he resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn’t see her until she returned to work.
On Saturday morning he was busy in the garden pruning back the shrubbery when Jane appeared at the backdoor
“I’m doing a shift at the café this afternoon” she called
“Ok” he replied
“There is a bunch of flowers on the table” she continued “I don’t have time to drop them off, so can you do it?”
“Sure” he replied “who are they for?”
“Fiona of course” she said “why do you never pay attention”
Flowers, why didn’t he think of flowers, it was perfect.
So as soon as Jane had left he went upstairs and showered and shaved.
Then he got in his car and drove the six miles to the small block of flats where Fiona lived.
(Part 03)
As soon as Jane had left he went upstairs and showered and shaved.
Then he got in his car and drove the six miles to the small block of flats where Fiona lived
He walked up to the first floor and rang the bell and a few minutes later it was opened by Judith Small the flat mate.
“Hi Judith” he said “I have flowers for the invalid”
“Hello Mr Flood” she said politely “Do come in”
As he followed Judith down the hall staring at her denim clad derriere he thought that Fiona’s flat mate had the three main attributes that Fiona lacked youth, height and breasts, but despite that there was something Judith didn’t have and that was the equal to her bum and more importantly her heart.
“It’s Mr Flood” Judith announced as he walked in
“Hello Anthony” she said recumbent on the sofa with her sprained ankle resting on a chair supported by a large cushion.
She was wearing a blue fleecy dressing gown over the top of pink striped pyjamas.
“What a lovely surprise”
“I come bearing gifts” he said and proffered the bunch of flowers which Judith snatched from his grasp and took them away to the kitchen
“They’re lovely” said the Carrington Chase educated girl and motioned with her head like someone watching the grand prix and has just seen the car race down the home straight.
He sat down on the sofa next to her.
“I would have come sooner” he said after Judith had gone.
“But…” He didn’t finish his sentence as Fiona had taken hold of his hand which she continued to hold until Judith reappeared.
“What happened?” Anthony asked with concern
“I fell off those blessed steps and you weren’t there to catch me” she said
“Or kiss me” she added in a whisper
“I wish I had been” he said and she blushed
Just then Judith’s mobile went off and she took it out of the room to answer it and the moment she went out the door Fiona took hold of his hand again but released it a moment later when Judith returned
“Will you be alright if I just pop into town?” she asked “I won’t be long”
“Of course” Fiona replied “Anthony will keep me company for a little while, won’t you Anthony?”
“Oh yes” he replied “I’ll take good care of her”
The second they heard the front door close Fiona took hold of his hand again and held it against her cheek.
“How’s your ankle?” he asked
“Not too bad” she said and Anthony took that to mean that she wanted a cuddle so he put his arm around her.
“I was hoping you would come to see me” she said in her posh wanton accent
“I came as soon as I could” he explained
“I know” she said holding his palm against her cheek and he moved closer to her and kissed her mouth.
She reciprocated instantly with lips, soft and yielding, and her mouth was hot and her tongue was inquisitive.
In the hour and a half that Judith left them alone together they did more than kiss, they declared their love for each other.
But they decided to keep it to themselves for the time being which they thought made their relationship all the more exciting.
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