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 was not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it was 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 among them were Brooke Side Cottages where the Incles and the Kundu families lived.
Annemarie Incles loved music, it was her life, she played the Cello and she was a student at the Purplemere Park Music Academy, and she had aspirations to play for the Downshire Symphony Orchestra, but although music was her first love, it wasn’t her only love.
Second place in her heart went to Michael Kundu, the boy next door, the only problem was getting him to make a move.
She knew that his reluctance wasn’t because he didn’t feel the same way as her it was just that he was desperately shy.
But Annemarie had lost her heart to Paul and her failure to win his was not an option so she put her plan into operation.
The Purplemere Park Music Academy was funded by the Downshire Symphony Orchestra and they used the well-appointed facilities several times a year, especially the large rehearsal space as well as smaller soundproof rooms which were used for individual practice.
Michael also loved music and was also a student at the PPMA, his instrument however was the Clarinet, and although he was competent he wasn’t in Annemarie’s league, so he needed to take every chance he could to practise and was always the first one there and was the last one to leave and before he turned in he always did a walk around before he turned the lights off and locked up.
Michelle knew that and so it would be late at night and in one of the soundproof rooms where she would set her trap.
So it was late on Friday evening when he had finished practising and was doing his walk round that he heard the strains of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 emanating from one of the small rooms through a partially open door.
It was Michael’s favourite piece so Annemarie knew it would get his attention.
He peered in through the half open door and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Erika sitting in the middle of the room facing him with the great polished instrument between her long black stocking clad legs, her wavy red hair dancing across her naked shoulders and brushing her alabaster skin and along with her stockings, and an emerald green dress she was wearing a smile.
His heart was pounding in his chest as she was playing his favourite piece, and looking stunning.
He had always loved her but she was out of his league in every sense so for years he had consoled himself by being her friend so he could stay close and as a friend he could admire her in secret, at least he thought it was a secret.
Without speaking he walked into the room and closed the door behind him and his eyes never left her while she played and he circled the beautiful pale skinned cellist perched on a stool and he drank in the beautiful smiling girl along with the Bach.
“Do you like the Bach?” she asked
“I love the Bach” he replied
“I know” she said “Do you like anything else?”
“Oh yes”
“Do you like what I’m wearing?” she asked seductively
“Oh yes, very much, I think you look lovely” he replied “Are you going somewhere?”
“Maybe” she replied enigmatically
“But you got dressed up just in case” he asked
“I got dressed up for you” she said and stopped playing
“For me?” he asked with surprise “Why?”
“To get your attention” she said and put her cello on its stand and stood up “I do have your attention don’t I?”
“Oh yes” he replied “but I don’t understand”
“Maybe this will help” she said and leant forward and kissed him and then added
“Did that help?”
“I’m still a little confused” he replied and then he kissed her
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