July
Stephen Lucking
and Jeri Robertson were American’s and newly arrived in Downshire and were part
of the therapeutic team at the St Adelaide’s Reflection
and Healing Retreat.
After being
there for a month, they were invited to an Independence Day party at the home
of an American Businessman who had a grand house that backed onto the dunes at
the Northern end of Sharpington in the shadow of Whitecliffe Hill.
Stephen and
Jeri travelled together in his car, which suited Jeri because she wanted him
all to herself.
It had been a
frustrating time for her, she had tried everything to get him to react to her,
and she knew he fancied her because she had caught him looking at her more than
once when he thought she hadn’t noticed, but he did nothing more than look, and
she didn’t understand why, he was single, she was single, he fancied her, she
fancied him, so what was holding him back?
That wasn’t the
only thing that was frustrating her as they got on the Expressway, the weather
was also conspiring to upset her plans.
Ever since she
got the invitation to the party and heard about its location, she had been
fantasying about getting Stephen alone in the sand dunes.
However, it was
turning into a very frustrating day, as they drove beneath ink black skies and
the rain beat down on the car roof, as thunder boomed overhead, and lightning
flashed in the gloom, and she audibly sighed.
“The rain
should let up by the time we get to Sharpington” he said brightly, and she
smiled
“If the weather
does clear” she thought to herself “I might still get him in the dunes”
The rain
continued to hammer down all the way to the coast and Jeri thought he was being
extremely optimistic about the weather clearing.
They parked on
the promenade facing the sea and sat in the car waiting for a glimmer of
brightness and she sighed again.
“Don’t worry”
he said “it will brighten up”
But Jeri was
still unconvinced and sighed again so he gave her hand a squeeze, and she
thought things were brightening up already, but then he became self-conscious
and took his hand away again.
Twenty minutes
later the rain stopped, and he said
“Come on then
Jeri, let’s go and find the party”
“Ok” she agreed
and got out of the car
“I don’t know
where it is from here” he admitted
“The email said
to walk past those beach huts” she said pointing “and then follow the path
through the dunes”
“Ok then” he
said enthusiastically “Let’s go”
Jeri’s
frustration had turned to confusion after he held her hand, there had never
been any physicality before, and he was embarrassed by it as if he had
overstepped a mark that she was unaware of.
They walked to
the end of the promenade and then followed the path that led past a row of
brightly coloured beach huts, and halfway along, encouraged by the small, yet
significant, moment in the car, Jeri took decisive and drastic action.
A few paces
ahead of them was a garish Barbie Pink Beach Hut, which she gambled was empty,
based on the fact that the door was swinging freely in the sea breeze so when
they got level with it, she yelled
“Oh no it’s
starting to rain again” and pushed him into the hut
“I think its
only spit…” he began but was prevented from further comment as her mouth was
over his, and she kept it there for a full five minutes.
“God Jeri I
wasn’t expecting that” he said and then he pushed her again the wall and gave
her a taste of her own medicine.
“Wow that was
some kiss” he exclaimed afterwards
“If you like it
so much, why has it taken so long for you to kiss me?”
She asked
“You’re my
boss” he said
“Is that all?”
she asked in amazement
“Yes”
“Well, that’s
easily remedied because I don’t care about that”
She said and
they kissed again
As they stepped
out of the hut they heard someone shout
“Oi! What do you think you’re doing?”
When they
looked in the direction of the shouting, they saw a red-faced man in his
thirties running up the beach towards them, who they took to be the owner of
the Barbie Pink Beach Hut.
“Better make a
run for the dunes” she said, “What do you think?”
“Oh yes” he
agreed taking her hand and they ran off giggling like children.
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