Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north and our story begins in the affluent village of Roespring.
As Mark Adams took an extended recuperative walk around his neighbourhood in Roespring he was walking ten feet tall.
He had been in and out of hospital for the previous ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.
But the reason he walking with such a spring in his step was because of a change in his treatment, a very medicinal treatment in the form of Abigail Evans, who was the verger at St Catherine’s where her Uncle, James Hall, was the vicar.
She was a beautiful red head with pale skin and freckled cheeks with whom he had fallen in love and the special medicine stemmed from the afternoon when they had given each other their innocence and in the month that followed they shared further intimacies and their love had deepened.
The purpose of the walk that afternoon was however less about recuperation and more about killing time until it was time to see his girlfriend Abigail again.
And after about forty minutes he could wait no longer so he headed off towards the vicarage to see her.
On the way he met Reverend Hall coming the other way, he liked the Vicar and although he was desperate to be elsewhere he spent about 10 minutes in conversation with him.
When he arrived at the vicarage he let himself in through the back gate and he found Abigail sitting on a blanket on the lawn reading a book, wearing a green bikini top and on her lower half was a floral sarong, which he presumed was hiding the partner to her bikini top.
Mark approached her on her blind side
“Hello sexy” he said and she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“Well you did” she retorted
“Yes I did” he admitted “I was trying to scare the pants off you”
“Shush” she replied “Uncle James will hear you”
“It’s ok, he’s gone to the church, I just passed him in the lane” he corrected her
“Oh, ok then give me a kiss”
After a long sustained kiss he said
“Be careful you don’t catch the sun again”
“I have sunscreen on” she replied “but you can always top me up”
“You know what happened the last time I put cream on your back?” he reminded her
“I don’t mind taking a risk” Abigail said and lay face down on the blanket and Mark knelt down next her and perused her pale young body.
Abigail had her head turned to one side and was facing away from him.
He squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?” he asked
“Lovely” she replied
“I need to undo your bikini top honey” Mark said “so I can do it properly”
“Ok” she said dreamily, so he undid it and pulled it softy away from her skin and then he slowly rubbed in the surplus lotion until it was all worked in to her pale freckled skin like a long relaxing massage.
When he had worked in the last of the lotion he gave her a playful slap on her bum cheek and said
“All done”
“Thank you”
“That’s ok it’s the least I could for the girl I love” he said
“What?” she said turning her head to look at him
“I said it’s the least I could do” he repeated
“No the other bit” she asked earnestly “you said the “girl I love””
“Yes that’s right, I love you Abigail Evans” he said proudly
“You do?” she asked
“Yes”
“I love you too” Abigail said and rolled onto her back and pulled him down so she could kiss him.
Abigail was laying on the blanket looking like the cat that got the cream while Mark looked at her.
“You’d better make yourself decent before the vicar gets back from matins” he said wishing they could stay there forever.
Eventually she did make a move and Abigail was just straightening her clothes when her uncle, the vicar, opened the back gate.
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