The village of
Highfinch sits just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills and the Lily Green
Hollows Golf Club separates the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, and the
combination of those two and Kingfisherbridge made up the parish of St Martins.
Among the residents of
Highfinch was Lorraine Weaving, a beautiful 29 year old with hazel eyes, 5 foot
7 inches tall, athletically built and completely bald.
She was completely
devoid of any hair at all, no eyebrows, body hair and as everyone was always asking
her, nothing down there as well.
And the answer to the
other question she was always being asked, was that she fell out of a tree when
she was six.
Lorraine was
originally born in Childean, but in her 29 years she had lived all over the
Finchbottom Vale which nestles comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest
to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are
lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.
Throughout its history
the Finchbottom Vale was largely dependent on agriculture and so it remained
into the 21st century but many and varied occupations and endeavour’s thrived
alongside the traditional rural livelihood’s but it was in agriculture that the
Weaving family had earned their livings for centuries but Lorraine, who loved
her family and the Vale in equal measure, decided pretty early on in her life
that agriculture was not for her.
She could have chosen
almost any Town or Village in the Vale to start her change of career but she
chose Highfinch, partly because she had a great aunt living in the village who
offered her a roof over her head but mainly because she held a particular
affinity for the village because it was in Hawks Wood where she parted company
with her hair.
When Lorraine Weaving
took over as practice manager of the Highfinch Surgery she quickly made new
friends as she made her mark in her quiet and unassuming way and Lorraine was
well liked by staff and patients alike and she firmly believed she had found
her niche.
So she had a nice
little house in the village a job that she loved and wonderful friends and she
was as content as she had ever been, but all of that changed on the 1st of July
when she met Captain Peter Loosemore.
He was at the surgery
with one of his regiment, Sgt Paul Russell, who had been severely wounded by an
IED in Afghanistan, and he was a double amputee, his left leg had gone below
the knee and his right just above it.
He was there for a
physio appointment and the Captain was there for moral support.
But the meeting left
the Captain and the Practice Manager completely smitten.
There second meeting
was two days later at the Annual Finchbottom Vale Health Care Summer Ball at
the Clayton Manor Hotel in the village of Clayton where they fell deeper.
But straight after the
Ball he had to return to Barracks as the Regiment was deploying to Afghanistan.
They didn’t have their
first date until after his short but bloody tour.
The first of many dates for Lorraine and Peter was in Purplemere but
it wasn’t until after a carefully planned supper at her house in Highfinch that
they made love for the first time
And as they lay
panting in the afterglow Lorraine said breathlessly.
“Oh Peter, I love you”
And in response he
kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
That was an entirely
unexpected outcome for Lorraine, the thought that she loved him had never even
crossed her mind.
She knew that she
liked him from the first moment she met him but was that love?
To her great relief
Peter said that he loved her too, but did he?
In the post coital
hours they discussed at length the implications of their declarations and the
basis on which they made them.
The outcome of their
deliberations was that they were indeed in love and were victims of love at
first sight.
This was something
they had both heard of but didn’t actually believe was possible in reality.
They thought it was
just the stuff of Romantic comedies.
However the
implications of their joint declarations were self-evident and before they made
love for a second time Peter made and Lorraine accepted his proposal of
marriage.
Peter had never felt
so proud and Lorraine had never known such happiness.
The wedding date was
set for May 21st and would take place in St Martin’s church in Highfinch, and
the ceremony would be performed by Jenna Lawton.
Her parents were ecstatic
when Lorraine broke the news to them and when she introduced Peter to them they
fell in love with him as well.
Lorraine Weaving,
slender a tall girl, athletically built with a lovely shape and stunning legs
and her mother was just an older version of her daughter apart from the bald
head.
Lorraine was thirty
years old but looked much younger and her mum was beginning to think the day
would never come when she could hand down to her daughter her own wedding
dress.
Lorraine had been a
happy singleton, and content to be so until the day when she walked into the
waiting room of the Highfinch Surgery and met Captain Peter Loosemore.
Her mum handed
Lorraine the dress box and she said
“You are the spit of
me when I got married, I’d love you to wear this”
“What is it?” Lorraine
asked
“Open it and see” she
replied
Lorraine opened the
box and her eyes widened as she unfolded, first the tissue and then the garment
“It’s beautiful” she
said with tears welling up in her eyes
“Absolutely beautiful”
When she put it on it
was a perfect fit and it was her mums turn to cry as her beautiful daughter
wore her mother’s beautiful wedding dress.
Lorraine’s parents
stayed at her house on the night before the wedding and Peter stayed at a
nearby Hotel, The Montague Beaumont.
But at about 9 o’clock
she put on her raincoat and said to her parents
“I’m just going out
for a bit”
“Is everything ok
love?” her dad asked
“Yes dad” she replied
“I just need some air”
“Don’t be late back”
her mum said “big day tomorrow”
“Don’t worry I won’t
be late to bed” she replied and closed the door.
Lorraine left her
parents in her house and drove the three miles to the Montague Beaumont Hotel
and went upstairs to room twelve and knocked on the door.
“Come in” he called
and she opened the door.
Peter was lying on the
bed in his dressing gown watching TV.
“Hello soldier boy”
Lorraine said in her best London street walker voice.
“Hello darling” he
said as she walked over to his side of the bed and kissed him.
“What are doing here?”
he asked
Lorraine stood in
front of the window and drew the curtains.
“I’ve come to show you
what I’ll be wearing tomorrow” she said as she undid the belt on her raincoat
“I thought it was bad
luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding day”
“Well traditionally
yes” she said “but this is for the groom’s eyes only”
And Lorraine let the
coat fall to the floor.
Peter gasped as he
looked at her standing with her back to him wearing white stockings, suspenders
and a silk teddy.
“Do you think it will
be bad luck to see me like this?” she asked coyly as she turned around to face
him.
“Oh no not at all” he
said “I think the opposite is true”
“I think you might be
right because you’re definitely going to get lucky” she said and joined him on
the bed.
After they had
finished she cuddled up close to her husband to be and he asked
“Can we do it like
that again tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night you
can have me in the dress” Lorraine replied
Afterwards he
completely undressed her and then he made love to her like he did the first
time when they first declared their love for each other.
On a sunny May
afternoon beautiful Practice Manager Lorraine Weaving married Captain Peter
Loosemore of the Downshire Light Infantry at St Martin’s church in the village
of Highfinch.
She looked even more
stunning than usual with her hairless head surmounted by yellow flowers and her
veil and wearing her mother’s wedding dress.
In line with tradition
her skin flushed pink on her big day.
Lorraine was thirty
years old but looked much younger and her mother was so happy on her daughter’s
wedding day that she cried all through the ceremony.
Outside the church
when the bride and groom emerged there was a traditional military honour guard
and when she saw Sgt Russell standing to attention with his comrades, she
smiled because it was Paul who inadvertently introduced them.
But the amount of
tears shed on the day of her daughter’s wedding were surpassed tenfold on the
day Lorraine told her mother she was pregnant.
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