Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But Mornington-By-Mere is not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it is the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale and there were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere road and Dulcets Lane which formed the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and the Greens lived at number 3 Brewery Cottages.
Peter Green drove the short distance from Shallowfield to Mornington as he returned home after a month away in California and his head was full of thoughts of his lovely wife Felicity.
It was 11pm when he pulled onto the drive, and the house was in darkness so he got out of the car and smiled because that meant she was in bed which was exactly where he wanted her.
Peter deposited his bags in the hall and went straight upstairs where he quietly opened the bedroom door and peered in.
Felicity was on her back lying naked on the bed bathed in pale the moonlight so he quickly undressed on the landing and then crept into the room and joined her.
He lay beside her and kissed her lips but she didn’t respond, so he decided he should wake her up by kissing her all over, but still she didn’t waken.
Although she was awake she was just pretending to be asleep so he had to resort to dirty tactics to wake from her pretend slumber.
Peter kissed her lips one more time and then began tickling her from her ribs to her hips and she gave a little squeal and then she was wide awake.
“You cheating bastard” she said and kissed him
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