The
beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of
Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was
the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa which had become very important to the
lives of those living in the village community with St Giles’ Church at its
hub.
It
was a busy village with all the usual amenities you would expect, in addition
to St Giles’ Church there was a village Hall, and primary school of the same
name.
There
was also the Trinity Methodists Church, two pubs, Étienne of Normandy and the
Saracen and Stephenson’s General store which included an off-license,
newsagents and Post Office.
The
General Store was run by Ilyas Patel, although it was his young wife Anjuli and
her Aunt Shula who did all the work, along with a few additional staff.
One
of the shops regular customers, when he was home on leave, was Corporal Luke
Stuart, of the Downshire Light Infantry, and he liked Ilyas, he was a surly old
goat, old enough to be Anjuli’s father in fact he was old enough to be Luke’s
father, by a distance.
He
liked him because he was a man after his own heart, spending most of his time
sat on his arse watching cricket, that was something else they had in common,
and he hoped when he was Ilyas age he would have a gorgeous young wife to keep
him warm at night, even her Aunt was a looker.
That
was the thing about Luke he was a philandering lothario and he cast his net far
and wide and was quite undiscerning, not that Shula and Anjuli were foolish
enough to fall for his oily charms.
However,
there was one in the shop that was and had, and that was Anjuli’s cousin
Ankita, who the family had sent to help out while Ilyas was in hospital, not
that she was of much help, and she was possessed of as few morals as Luke was.
Luke
called in at Stephenson’s on the way to the pub and flirted with the two women
as usual.
“How’s
Ilyas?” he asked Shula
“He’s
doing well” She replied Anjuli and I are going to see him tonight”
Luke
nodded and smiled in response and gave Ankita a wink and she smiled at him.
“Give
him my best” he said to Shula
“I
will, I will” she replied
“And
while you give him my best I will be giving your niece something else” he
thought to himself
As
soon as Anjuli and Shula left the shop for the drive to St Bernadette’s Convent
Hospital in Abbeyvale Luke Stuart slipped out of his place of concealment and
knocked on the back door of the shop and a scantily clad Ankita opened it
wearing a lusty leer to accompany the rest of her attire, so he kissed her and
then took her upstairs to remove what little she had on.
As
he was dressing he watched as she redressed her lovely body in white silk
pyjamas, the fullness of her figure hard to disguise and all her assets were
clearly distinguished though the fabric.
When
they were back downstairs in the shop they had an affectionate farewell kiss as
he tried to gain access to her treasures once more.
“No
more” she said and gave him a playful slap and said “tomorrow” Which was both a
statement and a question.
They
kissed once more before he opened the door and headed home, and he had only
gone about fifty yards when a car passed him, and he saw it was Anjuli and
Shula.
“That
was close,” he said out loud and continued on his way.
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