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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