July
Ex RAF man Henry Nixon
was 29 years old, tall, lean, and olive skinned with thick black curly hair,
and was living and working in Abbottsford when his father died.
So, he decided to give up his life in town and move home.
It was by no means ideal for him to move back to village life, because
since he had been away he had become a bit of a townie, but it was the right
thing for him to do, even though his mother Sally tried to discourage him.
That had been more than a year earlier, and he was very settled and
happy, within a few weeks he got a job as a Chauffeur with James Percival, and
now he’d given up any thoughts of returning to Abbottsford.
The weekend after the official opening of the St Adelaide’s Reflection and Healing Retreat there was
an open day for the staff and people from the village, including a Picnic in
the extensive grounds.
Th open day was well attended by the villagers, who were all eager to
see within the walls of the convent, and it was a real family affair with all
the generations represented.
Young boys with dirty knees and footballs at their feet, giggling
girls with pigtails and plaits, teenage boys awkwardly trying to interact with
teenage girls, who were in turn learning to be women, old men trying to
remember how to be young, old women like mutton dressed as lamb.
In fact, every age group was represented and the different social
groups mixed effortlessly.
As it was the first such event, which Toddy Phelps hoped would be
repeated annually, it was very well attended, and everyone was determined to
enjoy it.
As they lived on that side of the village, Henry walked to the Retreat
with his mother, Sally, and his two young nieces, Donna and Elsie, their
parents would be joining them a little later.
They were not the only villagers taking Shanks’s pony on the day and as they walked towards
the retreat he was admiring some of the attractive girls along the way.
A girl in a figure-hugging blue dress, and he admired it as the fabric
hugged her young curves, and he marveled at its apparent seamlessness, and the
straight honey coloured hair caressing her neck as she walked ahead of him,
until she stopped to talk with a friend.
His attention was then drawn to the friend who had a curious hair
style with her brown hair worn short on one side and long on the other, and she
had a silk scarf around her throat which he assumed was probable covering a
love bite or a zit, as it was a warm day, certainly too warm for a scarf.
His eyes then settled on an absolute stunner in a floral dress and
flat shoes who was peering at him from beneath her straw covered fringe.
They were then overtaken by two middle aged women who clearly didn’t
understand the picnic dress code, one was wearing a smart jacket and a pleated
skirt and the other had on a silver sparkling dress with long lace sleeves.
However as attractive as the assembled ladies were they didn’t hold
his attention long, because none of them “rang his bell” and he doubted he
would see anyone at the open day that would.
However, that all changed when he and his family settled on a picnic
blanket on the grassy meadow.
As soon as the Nixon’s sat down, Henry was struck by the look of a
girl with no bra who walked up and sat down on the neighbouring picnic blanket.
However, it wasn’t just the fact that she was braless beneath her blue
vest top, nor was it just that she was beautiful, and she was very definitely
that, with a seductive smile, and fine soft brown hair with flyaway strands
which were turned gold by the summer sun.
It wasn’t even her short floral skirt and the remarkable legs that
descended from it.
The combination of all of those attributes certainly blew him away,
but it was the way in which she looked at him and then averted her gaze with a
coy smile and a blush, when he caught her, that was what made her so incredibly
alluring.
Henry found out from his mother, Sally, who was now on the staff at
the Retreat in an admin role, that the girl was called Holly Mayston, and she
lived and worked at St Adelaide’s as a yoga teacher and that she was 27 years
old, and most importantly of all that she was unattached.
After the food was consumed, Donna and Elsie went off to play with the
other children, Sally cleared everything away and small groups formed among the
adults to chat, then Henry noticed Holly, the braless beauty had wandered off
but hadn’t noticed where.
In fact, she had gone off alone towards the woods, because it was the
hottest part of the afternoon and apart from anything else Holly was hoping to
find a little cool respite beneath the dense canopy, and she was not
disappointed.
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