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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