Mornington-By-Mere – (67) The Reluctant Hero

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 are a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere Road and Dulcets Lane which form the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and 37 year old Divorcee Tony Chester lived at number 6, Dulcet Mill Lane.

Tony worked for O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, and managed the newly set up storage facility up at Mornington Field but his job also involved him having to spend time at some of the other premises like the ones in Shallowfield and Purplemere, and it was in the latter where he came into regular contact with Helen Gearing.
And the time he spent in Purplemere was fraught with problems, or problem, namely Helen who had been trying to get in his trousers for two years but he had always resisted her because although he was divorced from his ex-wife Gemma and despite the fact that she was a bitch he still loved her.
Plus although he actually liked her he thought Helen was a really annoying woman even though she did have a great figure and fabulous breasts.

But his resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with the audit.
Everyone had to work quite late and it was after ten by the time he left and he thought he had escaped her clutches as she left ten minutes before him.
But he had hardly driven half a mile before his mobile rang and it was Helen.
“What is it Helen?” he said sharply
“I’m a damsel in distress” she replied
“Why what’s wrong?” he asked indifferently
“I’ve broken down” she replied “On the Express Way”
He suspected that it was a ruse but his conscience wouldn’t allow him to leave her helpless woman at the roadside so he weakened and agreed to go and help her.

She was parked in in a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees separating it from the road.
“That’s very secluded” he thought to himself as he pulled up behind her and got out
“Thanks for coming” she said “you’re my hero”
“What’s the problem?” he said side stepping her flannel and looking inside the open bonnet
“Will the engine start?”
“I don’t know, but my motors running hot” she replied and when he turned to look at her, she was standing beside the driver’s door wearing a very figure hugging outfit.
He had always thought that she had a great figure and curves in all the right places but as she stood there in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering resistance to her charms melted away under the moonlight in the secluded layby.