Gary Smith and Carla
Lund, were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a
working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a
place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were
staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of
the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with
Carla, she wanted a double bed and plenty of comfort and more than a little
loving.
“What the hell are
they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” Gary
replied flippantly but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she
said,
It was not an
insurmountable problem as far as he was concerned but she just wasn’t the adventurous
type.
Although Gary could
remember the time when she was, a time when she enjoyed a kiss and a cuddle in
the woods back in the days when they were courting but she seemed to have forgotten
just how much.
The bunk beds were bad
enough but Carla really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or
bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and
left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours, in fact Gary was already asleep
in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just
after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother
dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the
signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room
when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Carla’s naked buttocks protruding
from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was
one single word “Sorry”.
And that was when he
woke her in the dawn light and the adventure returned to their marriage.
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