The Islands in the Bay – Chapter (047) Family Matters

 

Molly Barrington’s grandfather, Sir Avery Arnold, was keen that Danny encouraged Molly's relationship with God, not that she needed any encouragement, she never missed a Sunday, and if she couldn't do the Sunday morning, she would do the evening service, even if it meant going to a different Church, which is what they did when they found themselves in Abbotsford on a Sunday and attended the evening service at St Dunston’s.

 

On the 17^th they met up with the family again in Abbottsford and over the following three days visited galleries, museums, the theatre, did more shopping, and Danny even managed to get tickets for the Abbottsford Town game, but all too soon it was time for them to leave.

As an employee of Shaw Brothers, David Leggett, got free travel on the ferry, so he took his car to the island, which was where he was sitting in his car in the carpark at St Pierre, adjacent to the port, and June Stonard was approaching furtively, in a baggy raincoat with her coat collar pulled up and the brim of her fedora pulled down, and he smiled as it was unlikely that anyone would notice her given how poor the visibility was due to the rain.

When she reached the car, she opened the passenger door and quickly got in and they immediately kissed, and the moment their lips met he wanted her, and he could tell by the urgency of her response that she wanted him too.

She had wanted him for several months, but he had resisted, but now the resistance was over.

There problem was where, she wasn’t the type of girl to do it in the car, they couldn’t go to hers as her husband worked nights and was at home during the day, and he couldn’t take her back to his house as his wife was terminally ill, and they certainly couldn’t do it al fresco given the weather, but they really wanted each other.

Unbeknown to her he already had a plan, which was why they were meeting in the car park.

He disengaged his mouth from hers, kissed her forehead and said, “Buckle up.”

“Where are we going?” she asked suspiciously.

“We’re going sailing” he replied as he pulled out of the carpark.

“What in this weather?”

They drove out of the port and followed the road past the Bellevue Hospital, and the Beaumont Hotel, and Halfway Lane then followed the road all the way to Spaniards Creek where they parked beside the Spanish River and quickly walked to down the tow path.

They walked surreptitiously for about 20 yards along the bank before he climbed aboard a small cabin cruiser.

“Where are you going?” she said with alarm, looking around to see if anyone was looking.

“Don’t panic” he said. “It belongs to my mate, Terry.”

“Are we allowed?” she asked feebly.

“Of course,” he replied. “He’s in the states”

“Yes, but are we allowed?”

“Yes, we’re allowed” he replied

 

In the cabin, as the flowing waters of the Spanish River lapped against the side of boat, he lapped at her flowing waters, and they made vigorous love as the rain beat down and the thunderclaps drowned out her moans of pleasure.

They continued their afternoon delight until the early evening when it began getting dark, so they left the boat, and he said after they returned to the car.

“That was a very pleasant afternoon,”

“Wasn’t it, I’m not so sure what your friend will think about the mess we’ve made.”

June said with a grin, and they drove back to St Pierre.

 

When they returned to the car park, they kissed again but with slightly less urgency than before.

“I liked sailing” she said and smiled.

“Me too” he agreed. “And Terry said I can have use of the boat until August.

“Smashing” she said as she got out of the car.

After watching her walk away into the darkness, he got on the last ferry of the day, returned home and after quickly showering away his lust, he went to check on his wife.

However, as he sat at his wife’s bedside, he reflected on his comment about having use of the boat until august, because as he listened to her breathing, he thought their need of it certainly wouldn’t reach until late summer, early spring was exceedingly optimistic.

 

After a tearful farewell at the Hotel, Molly repaired her makeup before they met up with publisher, Max Parsons, and had a long leisurely lunch.

They were planning to head back down the Expressway straight after breakfast but the previous afternoon they received a message from Bramstock, Goodman, Crossfield, and Bushe, Sir Avery Arnold’s solicitors, asking if they could meet at their offices on Saturday morning, the reason being that they had had some interesting news, so they had a very important and fruitful meeting with them, and decided to have a celebratory dinner and stay another night before checking out of the Abbottsford Regents Hotel on Sunday.