After the Guy Fawkes weekend
it was time to get back to writing, and after their Italian adventure they had
plenty of ideas to weave into their story, which kept them gainfully employed
right through to the weekend.
On Saturday night they were
invited to a party at the Beaumont Manor to celebrate Church Warden Howard
Nelson’s engagement to Architect Carolyn Livingston.
It was a big function as they
were both in their forties and had a lot of friends on the island.
The party guests were a mixed
bunch of the Godly and the heathen, the old and the young, the sublime and the
ridiculous.
Among the guests were Dale
and Mark Power who worked at their dad’s Blacksmiths business on Roman Road,
and they were standing by the bar when the girls from Woodside Farm arrived.
Michelle Kendal, April
Portnall and Eden Hills all worked at the Woodside Farm stables in one capacity
or another and were all in their twenties.
Michelle was five feet two
with brunette hair and an olive complexion and her friend, April, was an inch
shorter with Jet-black hair and alabaster skin, and the third girl Eden who was
a new arrival to the farm, was five feet eight and was completely bald, and
they were followed in by Horse Breeder Natasha Baker.
The only one of the groups
that Dale didn’t know was Eden. who was the youngest by a few years and was
only in her early twenties, and he thought she was remarkably striking because
she was not only bald but also appeared to be completely devoid of any hair at
all, no eyebrows, arm hair and he couldn’t help wondering if there was nothing
down there as well.
Obviously curious as to how
or why and he thought he might ask her later once the booze began to flow, not
necessarily about “down there” but if she were to volunteer the information he
wouldn’t mind.
Also attending the party were
Blake Ramsey and Emma Jane Ratcliffe.
Anyone who looked closely at
Emma Jane Ratcliffe couldn’t help but see why she was one of the most popular
girls at school.
Her Elphin face had a shape
and symmetry that was easy on the eye and her figure was to die for.
Although there were girls who
were more classically beautiful, they didn’t have any of the character of Emma
Jane’s.
Her silky red hair shone and
shimmered as she moved her head and her brown eyes bore into your soul when you
met their gaze.
As if her unique beauty was
not enough, she was also athletic, artistic, intelligent and sexy.
Everyone, boy or girl, that
ever met her fell instantly in love with her.
But Blake had been in love with her since before she blossomed.
Despite all the attention
though Emma Jane managed to keep everyone of the suitors at bay which led to
the rumour that she played for the other side.
Blake never believed that for
a moment and he had known her longer than anyone, because Emma Jane Ratcliffe
was the girl next door and she had lived there since she was three and they had
been best friends since the beginning, but they were never more than that.
While Dale was musing about
Eden’s nether regions, Saddle maker Oliver Kingham’s eye, as always, was turned
on Natasha Baker.
On the farm she always wore
jodhpurs and boots but that night she was wearing a dress and high heels.
As she was not used to such
footwear, when she walked, they forced her to lean forward from the waist and
as a consequence she thrust her buttocks out behind her which he thought was
rather delicious.
It was a good night and there
was a lot of laughing, drinking and dancing during the evening, but it was
quite loud and wasn’t the ideal place for chatting, although connections were made, but at the end of the
evening, they went their separate ways.
Some of the guests were
staying the night but most were either picked up or shared taxis.
While he was waiting his turn
in reception, he watched Eden get in a taxi with some friends and Dale said
“Damn”
“What’s wrong?” Asked
Michelle
“I never did ask Eden why she
was bald” he replied
“She fell out of a tree when
she was six” she stated
“Oh” he responded and was
about to speak when Michelle interrupted
“And she’s bald down there as
well”
“I wasn’t going to ask that”
he protested
“But you were curious though,
weren’t you” she continued, and Dale nodded.
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