When the Mornington Estate exercised its
option to purchase Mornington Field from the MOD it also acquired all the
buildings and infrastructure on the airfield
itself as well as 29 houses in the village formally used as quarters for
military personnel.
The buildings on the airfield itself were to be converted in commercial
premised while the former married quarters were soon available to rent.
30 year old single mother Kirsty Martin moved into number 2, Military
Row, with her six year old daughter Sasha on the 18th of July, to
live with her older sister Lianne.
After she and her boyfriend split up she and her daughter moved in with
Lianne in Finchbottom but it was a bit cramped in her flat so when the
opportunity of a house in Mornington presented itself Lianne snapped it
up.
Lianne worked in Finchbottom for Downshire Denticare and divided her
time between there and Mornington she had always loved the village and had
often dreamed of living there but never dared hope that it might actually
happen.
She couldn’t imagine why no one else was prepared to work there but she
didn’t think about it often after all their loss was very much her gain.
So a three bedroom house in Mornington was manna from heaven and they
all loved living there and Kirsty was thrilled to be away from Finchbottom and
Sasha loved having her own room.
Sasha was also looking forward to starting at the village school in
September and Kirsty hoped to get part time work up at Mornington Field once
the premises were let.
As it turned out she didn’t need to wait that long as she managed to get
a part time job as a classroom assistant at the village school which suited her
down to the ground.
The only downside for Lianne living in Mornington was having to journey
to Finchbottom three days a week and battle through the rush hour traffic on
the Expressway.
She would have liked to work all week in Mornington but there just
wasn’t enough dentistry required for that.
But her tortuous journeys turned out to be relatively short lived as at
the beginning of November she was asked to work at the Highfinch practice for
three days a week instead of Finchbottom and she didn’t need asking twice.
It was further to drive than Finchbottom but it was a much easier one
and because of the greater distance the company had agreed to provide bed and
breakfast accommodation in Highfinch which meant for Lianne that for her three
days she would be able to stay over for two nights on expenses, so she thought
she had really landed on her feet.
This turn of events was also welcomed by Kirsty as it meant that she and
Sasha had the house to themselves for the best part of three days a week and
that circumstance led rather serendipitously to a chain of events that would
change her life for ever.
Kirsty Martin was a 30
year old single mother who differed from her older sister in almost every way,
she was tall
while Lianne stood 4ft 10 in her socks, Kirsty’s hair was dark and luscious and
her sisters was mousy and wayward, she had penetrating green eyes while
Lianne’s were grey and a bit squinty, Kirsty had a strong jawline and perfect
cheekbones, and her sister had a pointy chin with a mole on it.
She had perfect skin and a marvellous smile and Lianne had a face full
of freckles and her smile was lopsided.
Kirsty had a perfect figure and was quite athletic, Lianne on the other
hand did not, she was slim though and despite her imperfections she was not
unattractive but she was not sporty by any stretch of the imagination.
Kirsty could get herself ready in no time flat and not have a single
hair out of place while her sister would spend an age getting ready and still
managed to look like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards.
The result of her appearance, despite having a daughter, meant that she
was widely regarded in the village as a
bit of a milf, but she had her doubts about that because if any of the red
bloodied men in Mornington truly thought of her in that way then they were not
banging on her door to tell her so.
She would have liked
to meet someone as there hadn’t been anyone in her life since she split up with
her boyfriend in Finchbottom, but little did she know that she was about to
blossom into a brunette haired cougar.
She had a job at the
village school working part time as a classroom assistant which fitted in well
with her because her daughter Sasha was of school age.
Kirsty was always home
by 2.30pm which gave her an hour of sanity time before she had to go out and
pick Sasha up.
If there were days
when she had to work outside of school hours, and Lianne was in Highfinch, one
of her neighbours, Susan Newbold, at number 13, would
babysit for her.
It wasn’t often and it
wasn’t usually for long but one day in May Sasha was at home all day for an
inset day and Kirsty had to go to school.
Susan, not for the
first time, stepped into the breach and looked after her daughter for her.
Unfortunately things
at the school didn’t go as well as planned, so as a result she was half an hour
late getting home and when she walked through her front door she was instantly
greeted by her excited daughter.
“Mummy, mummy” Sasha
called “I’m playing with Alan”
“Are you darling?” she
said not knowing who the hell Alan was.
“Come on, you can play
too” Sasha added
Kirsty was led by her
excited daughter into the lounge where she found Alan Newbold sitting on the
floor in the middle of an assortment of toys, Alan was Susan’s eldest son, just
back from
University after
completing his second year.
He was tall, broad and
muscular with a sportsman’s
physique, brown curly hair that fell on his face,
brown eyes, a
square jaw and a dimple, in short Kirsty thought he was gorgeous.
“Oh hi Alan” Kirsty
said
Kirsty was led by her
excited daughter into the lounge where she found Alan Newbold sitting on the
floor in the middle of an assortment of toys, Alan was Susan’s eldest son, just
back from
University after
completing his second year.
He was tall, broad and
muscular with a sportsman’s
physique, brown curly hair that fell on his face, brown eyes, a square jaw
and a dimple, in short Kirsty thought he was gorgeous.
“Oh hi Alan” Kirsty
said
“Hello Mrs Martin” he
said “Mum asked me to take over as she had to get to the Doctors”
“I’m not a Mrs” she
said “Please call me Kirsty”
“Ok Kirsty”
“Is she behaving?” she
asked
“Oh yes we’re having
great fun” he said
“Come on mum you can
play with Alan too” Sasha said
And she took a moment
or two to consider what it might be like to play with Alan on the floor, but
then she said
“I think Alan probably wants to go home”
“I’m in no rush” he said “if there’s stuff
you need to do”
“Well if you could just entertain Sasha while
I get her tea” she said “I would be very grateful”
“No problem” he said amiably
Alan continued to play with the Sasha for
another 45 minutes while Kirsty cooked her tea and when she called her to the
table Sasha thanked him for looking after her and then kissed and hugged Alan
goodbye.
“I wouldn’t mind doing that myself” Kirsty
thought as she watched the well-toned 20 year old hug her daughter.
As Sasha ran past her into the kitchen he
brushed his brown curly hair off his face and smiled.
“You can brush my hair with that hand anytime
you want” she said in her head, but out loud she said
“Thank you so much Alan”
“My pleasure” he remarked as he stepped out
the door
“You could be my pleasure” she thought as she
closed it behind him.
As May drifted into June Alan frequently
babysat for Sasha and Kirsty looked forward to the days she would walk in the
house and he would be there playing with her daughter.
Then one night after Kirsty had put Sasha to
bed she had a long relaxing bath and was on the way downstairs to a well-earned
glass of wine when there was a knock on the front door.
“Damn” she exclaimed
She was wearing her white fluffy bathrobe and
a towel wrapped around her head like a turban and was hoping if she opened the
door like that it would deter whoever it was from disturbing her for long.
“Hello” Alan said as she opened the door
“Oh hello” Kirsty replied but inside her head
she was screaming in her head “I look like a washer woman and I’m not wearing
makeup, so I look like an old haggard washer woman”
“I left my phone here earlier” he explained
“Would you mind if I look for it?”
“Not at all” she said wishing she had gotten
dressed “Come in”
“Where do you think it might be?” Kirsty
asked
“Down the right hand side of the seat pad on
the sofa” he replied and she walked over to the sofa and bent over and delved
between the seat pad and the arm.
“You were right” she said producing his phone
As Kirsty answered the was wearing her white
fluffy bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head like a turban and was
hoping if she opened the door like that it would deter whoever it was from
disturbing her for long.
“Hello” Alan said as she opened the door
“Oh hello” Kirsty replied but inside her head
she was screaming in her head “I look like a washer woman and I’m not wearing
makeup, so I look like an old haggard washer woman”
“I left my phone here earlier” he explained
“Would you mind if I look for it?”
“Not at all” she said wishing she had gotten
dressed “Come in”
“Where do you think it might be?” Kirsty
asked
“Down the right hand side of the seat pad on
the sofa” he replied and she walked over to the sofa and bent over and delved
between the seat pad and the arm.
“You were right” she said producing his phone
“I know” he responded “Because I put it there”
“Oh I see” she said and smiled and then she
processed what he’d said and corrected herself
“No I don’t see”
“I put it there so I would have a reason to
come back” he enlightened her
“Why would you do that?” she asked
“So I could do this” he replied and leant in
and kissed her
lips softly and she instantly responded.
As the kiss continued it grew quickly in intensity, it was a moment he
had dreamed of since she first arrived in the village, he had at first admired
her and then he wanted her and she featured prominently in his dreams.
For her part Kirsty was just enjoying the attentions of a man, the first
such attention she had received in a very long time, and she hoped it wouldn’t
end with a kiss and she was not disappointed, because he made love to her on
the floor in the very spot where he had played with Sasha and she had been so
envious as she watched.
So as she had hoped it didn’t end with a kiss, and she was not
disappointed at that either.
“That was very unexpected” she exclaimed as
they cuddled on the sofa and drank a glass of wine “and very nice”
After a little while of reflective silence
and half a bottle of wine she broke the silence and said to him.
“I think as you’re home for the summer we
should try to do something to keep you occupied, which might also help to turn very nice into bloody
marvellous”
She giggled at her brazen behavior while he
just smiled at the prospect of enjoying her again.
As a result of that first evening together
they began an affair that filled their every waking thought during the summer,
they would meet at her house when she got home from work in that precious time
before Sasha came home from school or if she wasn’t working they would spend
the whole day together.
All summer long they
spent precious time together but it became increasingly more difficult to find
the time for intimacy as the school holidays wiped out their regular afternoon
delights and with the long summer evenings Sasha was taking longer and longer
to settle.
So rather than getting
together 5 afternoons a week they struggled to do one, but that said they still
managed to make the most of what little time they had to themselves.
However as the summer
days slipped slowly and inexorably towards Autumn Kirsty thought their
passionate love affair would come to an end when the summer did and he returned
to University.
On the last day of his
summer break he wanted to say goodbye so he showered, dressed and went
downstairs and slipped out the door, but someone else got to Kirsty’s house
first, the washing machine engineer.
He knew it would probably
be an hour before he was done so he decided he would try going for a walk first
and after traipsing around the village for over an hour he headed to Kirsty’s
again.
The engineer’s van passed him as he walked back towards the house so he
was feeling hopeful as he used the spare key and let himself in and he found
Kirsty standing at the kitchen sink watching Sasha playing in the garden.
“Hello gorgeous” he said as he crept up behind her, but she didn’t say
anything in response because she was crying but she turned around and buried
her face in his chest instead.
“Why are you crying?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Because I’m really
going to miss you” she sobbed “and because it’s over”
“What’s over?” he
asked
“Us” she replied
snottily
“What makes you think
it’s over?” Alan asked
“Because you’re going
away” she retorted “and you’ll be with all the pretty girls your own age”
“This isn’t the end”
he assured her “it’s the beginning”
“What?” she asked as
she looked up at him through tear filled eyes.
“I don’t want it to
end” he said “and I don’t want one of the “pretty” girls my own age, I want you
because I’m in love with you”
“You are?” she asked in disbelief
“Yes and I thought you were in love with me” he said
“I am” she confessed
“Then why should it be over?” he asked but she didn’t reply because her
mouth was over his.
The affair continued in secret during his last year at University,
although it was more emotional than physical for the most part although they
still had their moments when the opportunity presented itself.
They didn’t make their relationship public until after he had finished
his third year and the announcement caused more than a few ripples in
Mornington.
Her sister Lianne was delighted as was her daughter Sasha but the reception
was more lukewarm from many in the village and the ripple took on tsunami sized
proportions in his mum Susan’s eyes.
However after the dust settled and it became clear that the relationship
was not a mere infatuation and a year after their coming out they were married
at St Winifred’s.
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