August
Norman Simpson
was a middle-aged curmudgeonly writer who was renting a farm cottage for the
summer as he had a deadline fast approaching and the distractions of the city
were affecting his focus.
His home was in
Abbottsford where he had lived alone for 5 years following his divorce.
The cottage was
located on Spurgin’s farm between Pepperstock Green and Quarry Hill and had
been booked by his Publishers via a local Estate Agent.
Clifford Conway
was his real name, his pseudonym Norman Simpson, was the name of an obscure
character in one of his early books.
The Cottage was
about half a mile from the farmhouse and other buildings so it should have
suited him perfectly.
However, that
didn’t take into account 20-year-old Victoria Spurgin’s presence.
She was the
granddaughter of the matriarch of the family, Alberta, and the niece of her
Maiden Aunts, Iris and Daisy.
It was a remote
sheep farm high up on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the
three older women did all the shepherding leaving Victoria to do all the
domestic chores, which included cleaning once a week at the cottage.
Which he found
very distracting, because it was a hot summer, and she wore summer dresses that
showed every curve and her underwear.
She also
possessed a naivety of how affecting her figure was and how attractive she
was.
But whether by
accident or design she was always bending
over immodestly, showing him a view of her panties up her skirt or dress.
One unbearably
hot day in August he said
“Don’t worry
about the cleaning today”
“I’ll get in
trouble if I don’t do it” she said
“Then just sit
down and have a cold drink” he said
“And they’ll be
none the wiser”
“Oh ok”
“Gran says
you’re from Abbottsford” she said
“That’s right,
have you been?” He asked and she laughed
“I’ve never
been off the farm”
“Never?” he
asked in amazement
“Never”
“What about
school?”
“I was home
schooled” she replied
“What about
when you’re ill?”
“The Doctor
comes here”
“I can’t
believe that you’ve never left the farm” he said unable to conceal his
disbelief
“I’m not
allowed” she said
“Why ever not?”
“It’s because
of my mum, Gran said she was loose with boys” she explained “and she doesn’t
want the same thing to happen with me”
“Where’s your
mum now?” Norman asked
“She ran away
from home after I was born” she replied sadly, and tears welled up in her eyes
“I’m sorry, I
didn’t mean to upset you” he said and sat beside her and put an arm around her
shoulder to comfort her and before he knew what was happening, they were
kissing.
The heat of the
day and raised passions meant the
kissing
inevitably led to love making for the first of many times during the summer.
And as their
relationship burgeoned his writing flowed like fine wine and he finished the
book well inside the deadline, and it was the best thing he’d written for some
time, so when he left the farm in September, he took Victoria with him because
she had become his muse.
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