The Dickens family lived in the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
Which was 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.
He lived and worked up at Mornington Field which had once been an RAF base but had been converted into a mixture of commercial and residential units.
They lived in one of the Brewery Cottages, number 12, in the part of the Village known as Manorside.
32 year old Michael was employed at the Mornington Brewery while his wife Nicola was a stay at home mum looking after their two children Scarlet 6 and Joel 4.
Neither she nor Michael had ever lived anywhere other than Mornington but on a glorious week in July and they were on holiday in Sharpington.
The family were staying at the prestigious Seaview Hotel on the sea front, and it was there where she first met Assistant Manager John Crowther.
He was a good looking, quiet and personable young man in his late twenties and she was a 30 year old neglected housewife who was incredibly frustrated by the lack of attention she received from her husband, who when he wasn’t working was either off fishing or in the pub.
But during the course of the week the quiet young man from the Hotel went out of his way to make her feel special, he smiled at her, he flattered her, he attended on her and furthermore he flirted with her.
But he would never have dreamt of taking it any further than that with a married woman, even though he liked her very much, but on Thursday morning fate took a hand.
It all started after breakfast when Nicola’s husband Michael told her she should wear a one piece swimsuit to the beach as nobody would want to look at her in a bikini.
An argument ensued, followed by a silent walk down to the beach where they laid out the towels and Michael said
“Come on kids lets go down to the water for a paddle while mummy sits here and sulks”
“Go to hell you pig” she retorted and stormed off towards the pier.
At precisely the same time John Crowther was walking along the beach towards the pier from the opposite direction.
Nicola was furious at Michael as she stomped her way across the sand muttering under her breath.
She was angry because she did look good in a bikini despite being 30 years old and having given birth to two children and men did still find her attractive, but mainly she was angry because she had let him make her feel worthless and unattractive, again.
So when she walked under the pier and met John coming the other way she jumped him, pushing him back against a metal support and planted a kiss on his mouth before he even had a chance to say hello.
And the moment their lips met electricity began to flow between them and the genie was out of the bottle and there was no way either of them wanted to get it back in.
“God I wanted that so bad” she moaned “kiss me again”
“I don’t think we should” John asked looking around “Someone will see”
“No it’s quite safe” she told him
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure” Nicola said crossly “I want another kiss”
“Ok but only if you really want one” he said
“Just do it” she urged and with that she took the initiative and then she pinned him against the support and kissed him.
A year after those first few kisses beneath the pier on a hot July morning Nicola had left Michael and was living in Sharpington with John and the children and she and the kids had never been so happy and she and John shared many kisses, under the pier, on the pier, on the beach, in Jubilee park or just on the promenade while Michael sat in number 12 Brewery Cottages and sulked.
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