Dave Bingham and Ann O'Neill were students at Abbottsford University and had been dating for a several months before they made love for the first time, but after that first time when they took each other’s innocence, they could barely keep their hands off each other and when they spent a week of their Easter break staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel they saw very little of the beautiful Dancingdean Forest or Teardrop Lake after all that was not why they were there.
One morning Ann was curled up beside him beneath the duvet with her head on his chest and she was panting and sighing after the exertion of their love making, and as she sighed he kissed the top of her head.
“Breakfast time I think” he said
“Good idea” she agreed
Dave knew that Ann wouldn’t get up and dress with him in the room, even though they had made love countless times, and he had seen her beautiful body up close and personal on many of those occasions, so he slipped out of bed and left her to sort herself out while he went into the bathroom to give her some privacy.
He sat on the edge of the bath and thought to himself how much he loved her and especially her modesty and shyness.
After what he thought was an adequate time for her to make herself decent he opened the bathroom door and stepped into the room.
Ann was shuffling towards him still buttoning her shorts with her eyes focused on the task.
When she finally looked up and saw him watching her she went immediately scarlet and looked away.
Dave took hold of her arm and pulled her towards him and she buried her face in his chest and held onto him in a vice like grip.
“I can’t believe you’re still shy” He said “after what we just did”
Ann didn’t answer
“But I love it that you are” he added
“Really?” Came a muffled query
“Yes” he replied “it’s why I love you so much
“You love me?” she asked in a childlike voice.
“Yes, so you’ll have to come out from my chest and give me a kiss,” he added
“A kiss?” she asked
“Yes, I must have a kiss” he insisted “Because I love you”
Reluctantly her head emerged from his chest but she still didn’t raise her eyes to look at him but said quietly
“I love you too”
Dave put his hand on her chin and lifted it gently up and then he put his lips to hers and so began a rather lengthy and immensely enjoyable kiss.
In fact it was such a deeply satisfying kiss that he began undressing her again and she offered no resistance.
Thursday, 4 May 2017
Wednesday, 3 May 2017
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (52) Maiden in Distress
It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road.
It was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George, and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in?” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door, although she already knew the answer before she asked the question, but he wasn’t to know that at the time.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful, with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie, she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late” He replied, and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women, even pretty young women that he had feelings for, and Ellie certainly fitted that bill to a tee.
Not that he could or would have done anything about it, even though his marriage was in its death throws.
He and Amanda were only together for two reasons one was that she was catholic and didn’t believe in divorce and the other one was laziness, it had become easier to maintain the status quo and stay together and live separate lives than to take decisive action to get on with their lives.
Greg was stooped over holding Ellie for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated altogether but still she held on to him very tightly and after a few minutes she began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when thoughts of comforting her took on a different meaning.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, and he tasted her soft salty lips, and hot mouth.
Ellie’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
Inside his head he questioned the morality of doing what he was doing but it was a short discourse, after all it was what he had imagined so often in his dreams, so decided to undo the buttons on either side of the waistband of her dungarees and Greg’s hands were on her hips and with great manual dexterity he undid both buttons simultaneously and his hands then mimicked the movement of her own and caressed the soft naked skin of her back.
However Ellie broke away suddenly from their embrace and backed towards the banisters.
There were still tearstains on her cheeks and her eyes were red but she had a broad toothy grin on her face as her hands undid the straps on her dungarees and she let them fall to the floor and then she stood there in a white t-shirt and navy blue knickers before then she kicked her clothes and flips flops aside and she returned to his arms which scooped her up and he carried her to the spare bedroom.
They were laying beneath the duvet in the afterglow when he said.
“What were you crying about anyway?”
“I broke up with my boyfriend” she said
“Oh I’m sorry, why was that?” he asked
“He said I was no good in bed” she replied
“Well now you have a second opinion” he said
It was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George, and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in?” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door, although she already knew the answer before she asked the question, but he wasn’t to know that at the time.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful, with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie, she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late” He replied, and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women, even pretty young women that he had feelings for, and Ellie certainly fitted that bill to a tee.
Not that he could or would have done anything about it, even though his marriage was in its death throws.
He and Amanda were only together for two reasons one was that she was catholic and didn’t believe in divorce and the other one was laziness, it had become easier to maintain the status quo and stay together and live separate lives than to take decisive action to get on with their lives.
Greg was stooped over holding Ellie for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated altogether but still she held on to him very tightly and after a few minutes she began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when thoughts of comforting her took on a different meaning.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, and he tasted her soft salty lips, and hot mouth.
Ellie’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
Inside his head he questioned the morality of doing what he was doing but it was a short discourse, after all it was what he had imagined so often in his dreams, so decided to undo the buttons on either side of the waistband of her dungarees and Greg’s hands were on her hips and with great manual dexterity he undid both buttons simultaneously and his hands then mimicked the movement of her own and caressed the soft naked skin of her back.
However Ellie broke away suddenly from their embrace and backed towards the banisters.
There were still tearstains on her cheeks and her eyes were red but she had a broad toothy grin on her face as her hands undid the straps on her dungarees and she let them fall to the floor and then she stood there in a white t-shirt and navy blue knickers before then she kicked her clothes and flips flops aside and she returned to his arms which scooped her up and he carried her to the spare bedroom.
They were laying beneath the duvet in the afterglow when he said.
“What were you crying about anyway?”
“I broke up with my boyfriend” she said
“Oh I’m sorry, why was that?” he asked
“He said I was no good in bed” she replied
“Well now you have a second opinion” he said
Tuesday, 2 May 2017
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (51) When Worlds Collide
When Terry Argent awoke from an erotic dream as his train was just pulling into Shallowfield station.
He got off the train and walked quickly homeward wishing he’d not woken up from his dream, which was not so much a dream as a remembrance of the night he spent with Carol Bowman and in particular the part where she was beside him in his bed, and that remembrance aroused him.
It began to rain heavily as he walked along the platform and that, combined with the knowledge that Carol very much regretted the night they spent together and was adamant that she didn’t want to repeat it anytime soon, cooled his ardour.
He quickened his pace and as he rushed headlong around a corner he met someone coming the other way and they collided and both ended up on their backsides on the pavement.
“I’m so sorry” he said getting quickly to his feet and proffering a hand to the prostrated figure of Carol Bowman which she took.
“Nonsense” she replied, “I wasn’t looking where I was going, my mind was elsewhere”
“Mine too” Andrew said “are you ok? Are you hurt?”
“Only my pride” Carol replied
They dusted themselves off, figuratively speaking, and there was a brief moment of awkwardness as the spectre of their alcohol fuelled night of lust the previous weekend reared up.
“Anyway” she said “Duties to perform”
“Yes” he agreed “things to do”
They tried to part company, which they did as clumsily as they had come together in the first place, and ended up face to face.
“I want to kiss you” he said and moved towards her and Carol’s lips parted in anticipation but she dodged him at the last second
“I’m on duty” PC Bowman replied
“I still want to kiss you” he said “especially in your uniform”
“If you were to do that I would have to arrest you” she retorted
“I’ll risk it” he said and kissed her and Carol responded
“Terry Argent I am arresting you for assaulting a police officer”
She said and handcuffed him and frogmarched him around the corner and put him in the back of a Blue Ford Focus.
“I thought you were on duty” he said
“I lied” Carol replied “my shift ended an hour ago”
“So what are you going to do with me?” he asked
“Absolutely everything” the PC replied
He got off the train and walked quickly homeward wishing he’d not woken up from his dream, which was not so much a dream as a remembrance of the night he spent with Carol Bowman and in particular the part where she was beside him in his bed, and that remembrance aroused him.
It began to rain heavily as he walked along the platform and that, combined with the knowledge that Carol very much regretted the night they spent together and was adamant that she didn’t want to repeat it anytime soon, cooled his ardour.
He quickened his pace and as he rushed headlong around a corner he met someone coming the other way and they collided and both ended up on their backsides on the pavement.
“I’m so sorry” he said getting quickly to his feet and proffering a hand to the prostrated figure of Carol Bowman which she took.
“Nonsense” she replied, “I wasn’t looking where I was going, my mind was elsewhere”
“Mine too” Andrew said “are you ok? Are you hurt?”
“Only my pride” Carol replied
They dusted themselves off, figuratively speaking, and there was a brief moment of awkwardness as the spectre of their alcohol fuelled night of lust the previous weekend reared up.
“Anyway” she said “Duties to perform”
“Yes” he agreed “things to do”
They tried to part company, which they did as clumsily as they had come together in the first place, and ended up face to face.
“I want to kiss you” he said and moved towards her and Carol’s lips parted in anticipation but she dodged him at the last second
“I’m on duty” PC Bowman replied
“I still want to kiss you” he said “especially in your uniform”
“If you were to do that I would have to arrest you” she retorted
“I’ll risk it” he said and kissed her and Carol responded
“Terry Argent I am arresting you for assaulting a police officer”
She said and handcuffed him and frogmarched him around the corner and put him in the back of a Blue Ford Focus.
“I thought you were on duty” he said
“I lied” Carol replied “my shift ended an hour ago”
“So what are you going to do with me?” he asked
“Absolutely everything” the PC replied
Monday, 1 May 2017
Downshire Diary – (50) On the Night of the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball
(Part 01)
Neil Etherington was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend
Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty three years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, sexy and with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.
Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.
They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight.
Neil worked for a firm of architects called New Horizons whose head office was in Sharpington by Sea while Samantha Barraclough was approaching her 28th birthday and was a project consultant for the family business, Barraclough Ventures and the project that Samantha’s company was heading up was the regeneration of the former Industrial Power House of the county, Northchapel.
The love that bloomed between Samantha Barraclough and Neil Etherington in Abbottsford in June went from strength to strength
However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.
The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.
Neil and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.
Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.
Her friends thought he was common while his thought she was a snob.
Only their closest friends Jonathon Hardman and Isabelle Decoene stuck by them.
So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out and Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said
“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”
If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.
However there were still some events that she was required to attend as a representative of the company, such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball which was why he was at home alone in Brocklington on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
(Part 02)
Although she had suggested they create a world their own there were still some events that she was required to attend as a representative of the company, such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball which was why he was at home alone in Brocklington on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
It was about half an hour later as he was coming down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
He had no idea who it might be, he certainly wasn’t expecting anyone and when he opened the door he was surprised to see Samantha standing on the doorstep in full evening wear and over her shoulder he could see a taxi pulling away.
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Samantha said and kissed him,
“Can I come in then?”
“Of course” he said fussily “come in, come in”
Once inside she slipped off her stole and walked through to the lounge looking absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress which was as usual perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves and clutch purse, etcetera, and he imagined her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You’re a bit overdressed for Brocklington” he observed while mentally undressing her.
“I know” Samantha said as she sat down “I was going to the Ball but…”
“But?” he asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me”
“About what?” he quizzed
“About my choice in men” she replied
“I’m sorry,” he said inadequately
“I’m not” Samantha said defiantly “I would rather be here with you”
And then she kissed him again
“So Cinders didn’t go to the ball” she added
“I prefer you to be here as well” he admitted
“And you’re welcome to wine and dine here”
“Well thank you kind sir” Sam said “Lead me to the wine”
Neil walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine and two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled them.
But before he returned to the lounge Samantha walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.
“I love you” she said
“That’s good, I wouldn’t want a woman to spend the night with me who didn’t love me” Neil said
“You’re being a bit presumptive” Sam said
“Well I did see the taxi drive away” he retorted
“I can easily call another one” Sam added
“Oh ok then” Neil responded “I’ll just get the phone”
“Don’t you dare” Sam exclaimed and playfully punched his back and he turned around to face her
“Ok you can stay” Neil said and kissed her “But only because I love you”
Neil Etherington was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend
Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty three years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, sexy and with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.
Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.
They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight.
Neil worked for a firm of architects called New Horizons whose head office was in Sharpington by Sea while Samantha Barraclough was approaching her 28th birthday and was a project consultant for the family business, Barraclough Ventures and the project that Samantha’s company was heading up was the regeneration of the former Industrial Power House of the county, Northchapel.
The love that bloomed between Samantha Barraclough and Neil Etherington in Abbottsford in June went from strength to strength
However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.
The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.
Neil and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.
Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.
Her friends thought he was common while his thought she was a snob.
Only their closest friends Jonathon Hardman and Isabelle Decoene stuck by them.
So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out and Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said
“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”
If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.
However there were still some events that she was required to attend as a representative of the company, such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball which was why he was at home alone in Brocklington on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
(Part 02)
Although she had suggested they create a world their own there were still some events that she was required to attend as a representative of the company, such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball which was why he was at home alone in Brocklington on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
It was about half an hour later as he was coming down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
He had no idea who it might be, he certainly wasn’t expecting anyone and when he opened the door he was surprised to see Samantha standing on the doorstep in full evening wear and over her shoulder he could see a taxi pulling away.
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Samantha said and kissed him,
“Can I come in then?”
“Of course” he said fussily “come in, come in”
Once inside she slipped off her stole and walked through to the lounge looking absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress which was as usual perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves and clutch purse, etcetera, and he imagined her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You’re a bit overdressed for Brocklington” he observed while mentally undressing her.
“I know” Samantha said as she sat down “I was going to the Ball but…”
“But?” he asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me”
“About what?” he quizzed
“About my choice in men” she replied
“I’m sorry,” he said inadequately
“I’m not” Samantha said defiantly “I would rather be here with you”
And then she kissed him again
“So Cinders didn’t go to the ball” she added
“I prefer you to be here as well” he admitted
“And you’re welcome to wine and dine here”
“Well thank you kind sir” Sam said “Lead me to the wine”
Neil walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine and two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled them.
But before he returned to the lounge Samantha walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.
“I love you” she said
“That’s good, I wouldn’t want a woman to spend the night with me who didn’t love me” Neil said
“You’re being a bit presumptive” Sam said
“Well I did see the taxi drive away” he retorted
“I can easily call another one” Sam added
“Oh ok then” Neil responded “I’ll just get the phone”
“Don’t you dare” Sam exclaimed and playfully punched his back and he turned around to face her
“Ok you can stay” Neil said and kissed her “But only because I love you”
Sunday, 30 April 2017
Downshire Diary – (49) The Illusive Muse
(Part 01)
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north but our story begins in the East, or more precisely, 20 miles inland from Sharpington-By-Sea, equidistant between Finchbottom and Pepperstock Green, in the sprawling village of Denmead.
Owen Carrington’s Uncle Glyn died on New Year’s Day and left him his Cottage and a small cash sum, more than enough to keep him going for a few more years.
He left it to him because he felt they were kindred spirits, he wanted to be a writer himself but his father made him get a proper job, Owen really liked him and he was a great story teller, and it was his Uncles colourful tales that helped him when he was writing his novels.
His death came as a great shock as it was sudden though not unsurprising given his health.
So that was how he found himself living in a lovely Victorian Cottage in the quaint Downshire Village of Denmead.
It was a very tranquil place though not without its distractions.
From his study he could look out through the open French windows and across the expanse of lawn to a stand of ancient woodland, there was no fence to separate garden and wood the two just merged.
And on the other side of the wood was the hub of the village, the Green Oak, everyone seemed to go there at some point, either for a drink, the restaurant or the coffee suite.
As a writer Owen’s star was definitely in the ascendency after the success of his first Romantic novel “The Maiden Muse” but the change in the fortunes of his writing career were not universally well received, his publisher liked it, his new agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but his mother was disappointed by it because she thought it was a bit girlie.
But it wasn’t just his writing career that was climbing high, so was his love life thanks to his muse and lover, Juliana Molesworth, who had brought his writers block to an end, but his muse was going away for ten days to Greece with her folks so he planned to catch up on his writing as he had fallen hopelessly in love with her and the only antidote for his wanting her, in her absence was to throw himself into his work.
However while she was away it occurred to him that although he was in love with her and he had neglected to tell her, either when she returned from University or before she left for Greece, and that was something he clearly had to rectify.
Since he had become a writer of bodice ripping romances it had proved to be an occupation which suited him very well indeed.
And it suited him in many ways, but the main benefit was that he was able to work at home, so he had no tedious commute every day and his working day was flexible to the point that some days he didn’t write at all.
This afforded him the opportunity of playing a round of Golf during the working week when most people had their noses to the grindstone or even taking a day out to go fishing.
But all the normally enjoyable pastimes that would ordinarily keep him entertained didn’t distract him for the ten day Juliana was away and the time dragged by like a month, but he poured all his love and longing into his second novel instead.
However as much as the time may have dragged, the time of his lonely exile did come to an end.
(Part 02)
Owen left home bright and early so he could touch base with Juliana, who he hadn’t seen for 10 days, since she went away with her family to Greece.
She was working all weekend, at the Green Oak because she had missed quite a few shifts while she was away, so it would just be a quick hello then he would see her properly on Monday when they would have a proper hello.
He stepped out into the sunlight and headed off in the direction of the Normandie Woods towards the Molesworth’s house.
Owen Carrington was on his way to spend some time with his girlfriend before she went to work when he was button holed by Andrea Dean who was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the local Stephenson’s Supermarket.
She was a pleasant enough young woman but she never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, and didn’t look like a joyful person by any means, but she was actually a very nice person.
“Hello Mr. Carrington” Andrea said
“Good morning Miss Dean and how are you today”
“Fine” she replied
“I’m selling raffle tickets for the for the Summer Fete”
“Oh ok I’ll have a couple of books”
“That will be £10” she said and handed him the tickets.
He took out his wallet and paid her the cash, and with the transaction done he got underway.
As he got close to the Molesworth’s he caught sight of Juliana sitting alone on the brick wall at the front of her house and his heart soared and then he noticed she wasn’t wearing her work clothes.
He guessed she was probably going to change just before she left for work.
He quickened his stride and he thought he’d caught her eye and he gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she got up and got in her dads car and then they drove away.
“Oh bugger” he said
He did go to the house anyway and had a coffee with Lavinia, her mum, and found out that Juliana had gone shopping with her dad to get new shoes for work as she had ruined her other pair while they were away.
He was going to stay until she returned but in the end they were longer than expected so her dad, Gregory, dropped her straight at work.
After leaving the Molesworth’s he set off for a walk around the village and headed towards the Church of Saint Jane Frances de Chantal and then he spent another two hours strolling around the environs of Denmead and found himself back in Normandie woods hot, tired, thirsty and a little peckish.
It was 2.30pm by the time he finally got to the pub and the place was absolutely heaving.
He could see Juliana as he walked into the bar and he thought she’d seen him but she just kept walking, so he went to the bar, they were really busy and he was at the bar for 5 minutes or more and he wasn’t even close to being served.
He looked to his left and he saw Juliana briefly before she strode off again and as there was no sign of a pint and a sandwich on the horizon he followed her.
She led him on a weaving yomp in between crowded tables, and along a short corridor, through a door that led into the beer garden, in and out of packed tables on the terrace and back up the same corridor arriving back in the main bar where he lost sight of her.
“Oh Shit” he exclaimed and returned to the bar and thought he might at least get his pint and sandwich.
(Part 03)
Owen stood at the bar for another ten minutes and still hadn’t been served when Suddenly Juliana was stood next to him.
“Hi honey” he said “Shouldn’t you be serving?”
“I’m due a break,” she replied “But I wasn’t expecting to see you today”
“I’m just after a pint and a sandwich” he said
“And I’ve been trying to talk to you all day”
“Why?” she asked
“I have something important to say to you”
“What?” she asked suspiciously
“I’ll tell you when we’re sitting down” he replied
“Go and find a seat in the garden and I’ll meet you out there” she said
“Great” he said and muttered to himself “I’ll get my sandwich now?”
Owen went and sat down in the furthest corner of the beer garden at the only vacant table and sat alone for ten minutes or so before Juliana arrived with a pint of beer and a tuna sandwich.
“There you are sir,” she said in her best wench’s voice, putting first the beer and then the plate on the table “sorry to keep you waiting sir”
“Thank you miss” he said pompously
“Well if that’s all sir? I do have other customers”
“No, you may sit beside your master” he said and patted the bench
“Thankee sir” Juliana replied and bobbed a curtsey
She then gave a quick glance around her, and kissed him tenderly.
She was only able to grab a 10 minute break so they continued to sit in the beer garden where he could at least steal an occasional kiss.
But before she went back to work she asked
“Are you going to dump me?”
“No of course not” he replied “why would you think that?”
“You said you had something important to say to me” she pointed out
“That’s right, but I didn’t mean that” he said
“Well what do you want to say to me then?”
“I wanted to tell you that I love you” he said
“Is that all?” she asked and laughed
“What do you mean is that all?”
“Well I already knew that” she said
“But I’ve never told you”
“You didn’t need to” she said smugly “I knew you loved me before you did”
“So shouldn’t I say it then?” he asked
“Oh yes, whenever you like”
“Good” he replied “I love you”
“I love you too” she replied and kissed him
“I missed you” he said
“I missed you too” Juliana replied “but I have to go”
“Aren’t you going to show me your white bits?” he asked
“No I am not” she replied indignantly “well not here anyway”
Then she turned away to go but she gave another quick glance around her and then lifted the side of her skirt up exposing a quick glimpse of untanned thigh.
“Just to keep you interested” she said letting the skirt fall and then she rushed away giggling.
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north but our story begins in the East, or more precisely, 20 miles inland from Sharpington-By-Sea, equidistant between Finchbottom and Pepperstock Green, in the sprawling village of Denmead.
Owen Carrington’s Uncle Glyn died on New Year’s Day and left him his Cottage and a small cash sum, more than enough to keep him going for a few more years.
He left it to him because he felt they were kindred spirits, he wanted to be a writer himself but his father made him get a proper job, Owen really liked him and he was a great story teller, and it was his Uncles colourful tales that helped him when he was writing his novels.
His death came as a great shock as it was sudden though not unsurprising given his health.
So that was how he found himself living in a lovely Victorian Cottage in the quaint Downshire Village of Denmead.
It was a very tranquil place though not without its distractions.
From his study he could look out through the open French windows and across the expanse of lawn to a stand of ancient woodland, there was no fence to separate garden and wood the two just merged.
And on the other side of the wood was the hub of the village, the Green Oak, everyone seemed to go there at some point, either for a drink, the restaurant or the coffee suite.
As a writer Owen’s star was definitely in the ascendency after the success of his first Romantic novel “The Maiden Muse” but the change in the fortunes of his writing career were not universally well received, his publisher liked it, his new agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but his mother was disappointed by it because she thought it was a bit girlie.
But it wasn’t just his writing career that was climbing high, so was his love life thanks to his muse and lover, Juliana Molesworth, who had brought his writers block to an end, but his muse was going away for ten days to Greece with her folks so he planned to catch up on his writing as he had fallen hopelessly in love with her and the only antidote for his wanting her, in her absence was to throw himself into his work.
However while she was away it occurred to him that although he was in love with her and he had neglected to tell her, either when she returned from University or before she left for Greece, and that was something he clearly had to rectify.
Since he had become a writer of bodice ripping romances it had proved to be an occupation which suited him very well indeed.
And it suited him in many ways, but the main benefit was that he was able to work at home, so he had no tedious commute every day and his working day was flexible to the point that some days he didn’t write at all.
This afforded him the opportunity of playing a round of Golf during the working week when most people had their noses to the grindstone or even taking a day out to go fishing.
But all the normally enjoyable pastimes that would ordinarily keep him entertained didn’t distract him for the ten day Juliana was away and the time dragged by like a month, but he poured all his love and longing into his second novel instead.
However as much as the time may have dragged, the time of his lonely exile did come to an end.
(Part 02)
Owen left home bright and early so he could touch base with Juliana, who he hadn’t seen for 10 days, since she went away with her family to Greece.
She was working all weekend, at the Green Oak because she had missed quite a few shifts while she was away, so it would just be a quick hello then he would see her properly on Monday when they would have a proper hello.
He stepped out into the sunlight and headed off in the direction of the Normandie Woods towards the Molesworth’s house.
Owen Carrington was on his way to spend some time with his girlfriend before she went to work when he was button holed by Andrea Dean who was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the local Stephenson’s Supermarket.
She was a pleasant enough young woman but she never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, and didn’t look like a joyful person by any means, but she was actually a very nice person.
“Hello Mr. Carrington” Andrea said
“Good morning Miss Dean and how are you today”
“Fine” she replied
“I’m selling raffle tickets for the for the Summer Fete”
“Oh ok I’ll have a couple of books”
“That will be £10” she said and handed him the tickets.
He took out his wallet and paid her the cash, and with the transaction done he got underway.
As he got close to the Molesworth’s he caught sight of Juliana sitting alone on the brick wall at the front of her house and his heart soared and then he noticed she wasn’t wearing her work clothes.
He guessed she was probably going to change just before she left for work.
He quickened his stride and he thought he’d caught her eye and he gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she got up and got in her dads car and then they drove away.
“Oh bugger” he said
He did go to the house anyway and had a coffee with Lavinia, her mum, and found out that Juliana had gone shopping with her dad to get new shoes for work as she had ruined her other pair while they were away.
He was going to stay until she returned but in the end they were longer than expected so her dad, Gregory, dropped her straight at work.
After leaving the Molesworth’s he set off for a walk around the village and headed towards the Church of Saint Jane Frances de Chantal and then he spent another two hours strolling around the environs of Denmead and found himself back in Normandie woods hot, tired, thirsty and a little peckish.
It was 2.30pm by the time he finally got to the pub and the place was absolutely heaving.
He could see Juliana as he walked into the bar and he thought she’d seen him but she just kept walking, so he went to the bar, they were really busy and he was at the bar for 5 minutes or more and he wasn’t even close to being served.
He looked to his left and he saw Juliana briefly before she strode off again and as there was no sign of a pint and a sandwich on the horizon he followed her.
She led him on a weaving yomp in between crowded tables, and along a short corridor, through a door that led into the beer garden, in and out of packed tables on the terrace and back up the same corridor arriving back in the main bar where he lost sight of her.
“Oh Shit” he exclaimed and returned to the bar and thought he might at least get his pint and sandwich.
(Part 03)
Owen stood at the bar for another ten minutes and still hadn’t been served when Suddenly Juliana was stood next to him.
“Hi honey” he said “Shouldn’t you be serving?”
“I’m due a break,” she replied “But I wasn’t expecting to see you today”
“I’m just after a pint and a sandwich” he said
“And I’ve been trying to talk to you all day”
“Why?” she asked
“I have something important to say to you”
“What?” she asked suspiciously
“I’ll tell you when we’re sitting down” he replied
“Go and find a seat in the garden and I’ll meet you out there” she said
“Great” he said and muttered to himself “I’ll get my sandwich now?”
Owen went and sat down in the furthest corner of the beer garden at the only vacant table and sat alone for ten minutes or so before Juliana arrived with a pint of beer and a tuna sandwich.
“There you are sir,” she said in her best wench’s voice, putting first the beer and then the plate on the table “sorry to keep you waiting sir”
“Thank you miss” he said pompously
“Well if that’s all sir? I do have other customers”
“No, you may sit beside your master” he said and patted the bench
“Thankee sir” Juliana replied and bobbed a curtsey
She then gave a quick glance around her, and kissed him tenderly.
She was only able to grab a 10 minute break so they continued to sit in the beer garden where he could at least steal an occasional kiss.
But before she went back to work she asked
“Are you going to dump me?”
“No of course not” he replied “why would you think that?”
“You said you had something important to say to me” she pointed out
“That’s right, but I didn’t mean that” he said
“Well what do you want to say to me then?”
“I wanted to tell you that I love you” he said
“Is that all?” she asked and laughed
“What do you mean is that all?”
“Well I already knew that” she said
“But I’ve never told you”
“You didn’t need to” she said smugly “I knew you loved me before you did”
“So shouldn’t I say it then?” he asked
“Oh yes, whenever you like”
“Good” he replied “I love you”
“I love you too” she replied and kissed him
“I missed you” he said
“I missed you too” Juliana replied “but I have to go”
“Aren’t you going to show me your white bits?” he asked
“No I am not” she replied indignantly “well not here anyway”
Then she turned away to go but she gave another quick glance around her and then lifted the side of her skirt up exposing a quick glimpse of untanned thigh.
“Just to keep you interested” she said letting the skirt fall and then she rushed away giggling.
Saturday, 29 April 2017
Downshire Diary – (48) The Captain’s Love
(Part 01)
The village of Highfinch sits just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills and the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separates the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, and the combination of those two and Kingfisherbridge made up the parish of St Martins.
Among the residents of Highfinch was Lorraine Weaving, a beautiful 29 year old with hazel eyes, 5 foot 7 inches tall, athletically built and completely bald.
She was completely devoid of any hair at all, no eyebrows, body hair and as everyone was always asking her, nothing down there as well.
And the answer to the other question she was always being asked, was that she fell out of a tree when she was six.
Lorraine was originally born in Childean, but in her 29 years she had lived all over the Finchbottom Vale which nestles comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.
Throughout its history the Finchbottom Vale was largely dependent on agriculture and so it remained into the 21st century but many and varied occupations and endeavour’s thrived alongside the traditional rural livelihood’s but it was in agriculture that the Weaving family had earned their livings for centuries but Lorraine, who loved her family and the Vale in equal measure, decided pretty early on in her life that agriculture was not for her.
She could have chosen almost any Town or Village in the Vale to start her change of career but she chose Highfinch, partly because she had a great aunt living in the village who offered her a roof over her head but mainly because she held a particular affinity for the village because it was in Hawks Wood where she parted company with her hair.
When Lorraine Weaving took over as practice manager of the Highfinch Surgery she quickly made new friends as she made her mark in her quiet and unassuming way and Lorraine was well liked by staff and patients alike and she firmly believed she had found her niche.
So she had a nice little house in the village a job that she loved and wonderful friends and she was as content as she had ever been, but all of that changed on the 1st of July when she met Captain Peter Loosemore.
He was at the surgery with one of his regiment, Sgt Paul Russell, who had been severely wounded by an IED in Afghanistan, and he was a double amputee, his left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above it.
He was there for a physio appointment and the Captain was there for moral support.
But the meeting left the Captain and the Practice Manager completely smitten.
There second meeting was two days later at the Annual Finchbottom Vale Health Care Summer Ball at the Clayton Manor Hotel in the village of Clayton where they fell deeper.
But straight after the Ball he had to return to Barracks as the Regiment was deploying to Afghanistan.
They didn’t have their first date until after his short but bloody tour.
(Part 02)
The first of many dates for Lorraine and Peter was in Purplemere but it wasn’t until after a carefully planned supper at her house in Highfinch that they made love for the first time
And as they lay panting in the afterglow Lorraine said breathlessly.
“Oh Peter, I love you”
And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
And in the afterglow Peter made and Lorraine accepted his proposal of marriage.
The wedding date was set for May 21st and would take place in St Martin’s church in Highfinch, and the ceremony would be performed by Jenna Lawton.
Her parents were ecstatic when Lorraine broke the news to them and when she introduced Peter to them they fell in love with him as well.
Lorraine Weaving, slender a tall girl, athletically built with a lovely shape and stunning legs and her mother was just an older version of her daughter apart from the bald head.
Lorraine was thirty years old but looked much younger and her mum was beginning to think the day would never come when she could hand down to her daughter her own wedding dress.
Lorraine had been a happy singleton, and content to be so until the day when she walked into the waiting room of the Highfinch Surgery and met Captain Peter Loosemore.
Her mum handed Lorraine the dress box and she said
“You are the spit of me when I got married, I’d love you to wear this”
“What is it?” Lorraine asked
“Open it and see” she replied
Lorraine opened the box and her eyes widened as she unfolded, first the tissue and then the garment
“It’s beautiful” she said with tears welling up in her eyes
“Absolutely beautiful”
When she put it on it was a perfect fit and it was her mums turn to cry as her beautiful daughter wore her mother’s beautiful wedding dress.
On a sunny May afternoon beautiful Practice Manager Lorraine Weaving married Captain Peter Loosemore of the Downshire Light Infantry at St Martin’s church in the village of Highfinch.
She looked even more stunning than usual with her hairless head surmounted by yellow flowers and her veil and wearing her mother’s wedding dress.
In line with tradition her skin flushed pink on her big day.
Lorraine was thirty years old but looked much younger and her mother was so happy on her daughter’s wedding day that she cried all through the ceremony.
Outside the church when the bride and groom emerged there was a traditional military honour guard and when she saw Sgt Russell standing to attention with his comrades, she smiled because it was Paul who inadvertently introduced them.
But the amount of tears shed on the day of her daughter’s wedding were surpassed tenfold on the day Lorraine told her mother she was pregnant.
(Part 03)
But the amount of tears shed on the day of her daughter’s wedding were surpassed tenfold on the day Lorraine told her mother she was pregnant.
It was just under a year after the wedding and they were on the verge of their first anniversary and over the following months the slender five foot seven athletically built girl grew and grew.
From behind she didn’t look very different her bum was small and round and she still looked slim but at the front she was huge, her belly was round and full and her usually small breasts had swollen to the size of melons.
In October Peter had been away on an exercise in Norway and when he returned in November he found Lorraine in a very strange mood and try as he might he couldn’t get to the bottom of it, until it was time for bed.
Peter had finished in the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and watched his beautiful wife undressing.
First she unhooked the straps of her dungarees and let them fall to the floor then she pulled her jumper off over her head and then she noticed him watching her and she stopped and walked into the bathroom wearing just a t-shirt and maternity pants.
“How can you bare to look at me?” she asked and closed the bathroom door.
He tried talking to her through the bathroom door but he got no response and he could hear her crying.
When she came back out ten minutes later she was wearing a large shapeless nighty and she was drying her eyes.
“What’s the matter hon?” he asked her and took her hand “Please tell me”
“I’m ugly” she said “That’s what the matter is”
“No, you’re not, you’re beautiful Lorraine” he corrected her
“I’m a great fat lump” she said and started crying
Peter immediately put his arms around her to comfort her
“Darling you’re gorgeous” he said
“But I’m not the slender nymph you fell in love with” she sobbed
“I’m a blimp”
“I think you’re lovely” Peter said “I think you’re sexy”
“I used to be lovely” she sobbed “I used to be sexy”
“You still are” he assured her
“I’m not” she insisted
He took her hand and kissed it and said
“I really love you Lorraine, you are my life and my love”
Then he kissed her lips, still salty with tears.
It was a long passionate kiss, full of love requited and Peter only broke away to swiftly remove her shapeless nightie in a prelude to making love to her.
It was not the last occasion on which he made love to her during that pregnancy or subsequent pregnancies.
Peter loved Lorraine body and soul, whether that body was skinny or in the bloom of pregnancy, for the rest of his life.
Lorraine’s feelings for him were reciprocated with interest and she remained his and his alone until his death.
The village of Highfinch sits just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills and the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separates the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, and the combination of those two and Kingfisherbridge made up the parish of St Martins.
Among the residents of Highfinch was Lorraine Weaving, a beautiful 29 year old with hazel eyes, 5 foot 7 inches tall, athletically built and completely bald.
She was completely devoid of any hair at all, no eyebrows, body hair and as everyone was always asking her, nothing down there as well.
And the answer to the other question she was always being asked, was that she fell out of a tree when she was six.
Lorraine was originally born in Childean, but in her 29 years she had lived all over the Finchbottom Vale which nestles comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.
Throughout its history the Finchbottom Vale was largely dependent on agriculture and so it remained into the 21st century but many and varied occupations and endeavour’s thrived alongside the traditional rural livelihood’s but it was in agriculture that the Weaving family had earned their livings for centuries but Lorraine, who loved her family and the Vale in equal measure, decided pretty early on in her life that agriculture was not for her.
She could have chosen almost any Town or Village in the Vale to start her change of career but she chose Highfinch, partly because she had a great aunt living in the village who offered her a roof over her head but mainly because she held a particular affinity for the village because it was in Hawks Wood where she parted company with her hair.
When Lorraine Weaving took over as practice manager of the Highfinch Surgery she quickly made new friends as she made her mark in her quiet and unassuming way and Lorraine was well liked by staff and patients alike and she firmly believed she had found her niche.
So she had a nice little house in the village a job that she loved and wonderful friends and she was as content as she had ever been, but all of that changed on the 1st of July when she met Captain Peter Loosemore.
He was at the surgery with one of his regiment, Sgt Paul Russell, who had been severely wounded by an IED in Afghanistan, and he was a double amputee, his left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above it.
He was there for a physio appointment and the Captain was there for moral support.
But the meeting left the Captain and the Practice Manager completely smitten.
There second meeting was two days later at the Annual Finchbottom Vale Health Care Summer Ball at the Clayton Manor Hotel in the village of Clayton where they fell deeper.
But straight after the Ball he had to return to Barracks as the Regiment was deploying to Afghanistan.
They didn’t have their first date until after his short but bloody tour.
(Part 02)
The first of many dates for Lorraine and Peter was in Purplemere but it wasn’t until after a carefully planned supper at her house in Highfinch that they made love for the first time
And as they lay panting in the afterglow Lorraine said breathlessly.
“Oh Peter, I love you”
And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
And in the afterglow Peter made and Lorraine accepted his proposal of marriage.
The wedding date was set for May 21st and would take place in St Martin’s church in Highfinch, and the ceremony would be performed by Jenna Lawton.
Her parents were ecstatic when Lorraine broke the news to them and when she introduced Peter to them they fell in love with him as well.
Lorraine Weaving, slender a tall girl, athletically built with a lovely shape and stunning legs and her mother was just an older version of her daughter apart from the bald head.
Lorraine was thirty years old but looked much younger and her mum was beginning to think the day would never come when she could hand down to her daughter her own wedding dress.
Lorraine had been a happy singleton, and content to be so until the day when she walked into the waiting room of the Highfinch Surgery and met Captain Peter Loosemore.
Her mum handed Lorraine the dress box and she said
“You are the spit of me when I got married, I’d love you to wear this”
“What is it?” Lorraine asked
“Open it and see” she replied
Lorraine opened the box and her eyes widened as she unfolded, first the tissue and then the garment
“It’s beautiful” she said with tears welling up in her eyes
“Absolutely beautiful”
When she put it on it was a perfect fit and it was her mums turn to cry as her beautiful daughter wore her mother’s beautiful wedding dress.
On a sunny May afternoon beautiful Practice Manager Lorraine Weaving married Captain Peter Loosemore of the Downshire Light Infantry at St Martin’s church in the village of Highfinch.
She looked even more stunning than usual with her hairless head surmounted by yellow flowers and her veil and wearing her mother’s wedding dress.
In line with tradition her skin flushed pink on her big day.
Lorraine was thirty years old but looked much younger and her mother was so happy on her daughter’s wedding day that she cried all through the ceremony.
Outside the church when the bride and groom emerged there was a traditional military honour guard and when she saw Sgt Russell standing to attention with his comrades, she smiled because it was Paul who inadvertently introduced them.
But the amount of tears shed on the day of her daughter’s wedding were surpassed tenfold on the day Lorraine told her mother she was pregnant.
(Part 03)
But the amount of tears shed on the day of her daughter’s wedding were surpassed tenfold on the day Lorraine told her mother she was pregnant.
It was just under a year after the wedding and they were on the verge of their first anniversary and over the following months the slender five foot seven athletically built girl grew and grew.
From behind she didn’t look very different her bum was small and round and she still looked slim but at the front she was huge, her belly was round and full and her usually small breasts had swollen to the size of melons.
In October Peter had been away on an exercise in Norway and when he returned in November he found Lorraine in a very strange mood and try as he might he couldn’t get to the bottom of it, until it was time for bed.
Peter had finished in the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and watched his beautiful wife undressing.
First she unhooked the straps of her dungarees and let them fall to the floor then she pulled her jumper off over her head and then she noticed him watching her and she stopped and walked into the bathroom wearing just a t-shirt and maternity pants.
“How can you bare to look at me?” she asked and closed the bathroom door.
He tried talking to her through the bathroom door but he got no response and he could hear her crying.
When she came back out ten minutes later she was wearing a large shapeless nighty and she was drying her eyes.
“What’s the matter hon?” he asked her and took her hand “Please tell me”
“I’m ugly” she said “That’s what the matter is”
“No, you’re not, you’re beautiful Lorraine” he corrected her
“I’m a great fat lump” she said and started crying
Peter immediately put his arms around her to comfort her
“Darling you’re gorgeous” he said
“But I’m not the slender nymph you fell in love with” she sobbed
“I’m a blimp”
“I think you’re lovely” Peter said “I think you’re sexy”
“I used to be lovely” she sobbed “I used to be sexy”
“You still are” he assured her
“I’m not” she insisted
He took her hand and kissed it and said
“I really love you Lorraine, you are my life and my love”
Then he kissed her lips, still salty with tears.
It was a long passionate kiss, full of love requited and Peter only broke away to swiftly remove her shapeless nightie in a prelude to making love to her.
It was not the last occasion on which he made love to her during that pregnancy or subsequent pregnancies.
Peter loved Lorraine body and soul, whether that body was skinny or in the bloom of pregnancy, for the rest of his life.
Lorraine’s feelings for him were reciprocated with interest and she remained his and his alone until his death.
Friday, 28 April 2017
Downshire Diary – (47) The Muse of Love
(Part 01)
Owen Carrington’s Uncle Glyn died on New Year’s Day and left him his Cottage and a small cash sum, more than enough to keep him going for a few more years.
He left it to him because he felt they were kindred spirits, he wanted to be a writer himself but his father made him get a proper job, Owen really liked him and he was a great story teller, and it was his Uncles colourful tales that helped him when he was writing his novels.
His death came as a shock as it was sudden though not unsurprising given his life health.
So that was how he found himself living in a lovely Victorian Cottage in the quaint Downshire Village of Denmead.
It was a very tranquil place though not without its distractions.
From his study he could look out through the open French windows and across the expanse of lawn to a stand of ancient woodland, there was no fence to separate garden and wood the two just merged.
And on the other side of the wood was the hub of the village, the Green Oak, everyone seemed to go there at some point, either for a drink, the restaurant or the coffee suite.
Owen’s star was definitely in the ascendency after the success of his first Romantic novel “The Maiden Muse” but the change in the fortunes of his writing career were not universally well received, his publisher liked it, his new agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but his mother was disappointed by it because she thought it was a bit girlie.
But it wasn’t just his writing career that was climbing high, so was his love life thanks to his muse and lover, Juliana Molesworth, who had brought his writers block to an end, but his muse was going away for ten days to Greece with her folks so he planned to catch up on his writing as he had fallen hopelessly in love with her the only antidote for his wanting her, in her absence was to throw himself into his work.
However while she was away it occurred to him that although he was in love with her he had neglected to tell her, either when she returned from University or before she left for Greece, and that was something he clearly had to rectify.
Since he had become a writer of bodice ripping romances it had proved to be an occupation which suited him very well indeed.
And it suited him in many ways, but the main benefit was that he was able to work at home, so he had no tedious commute every day and his working day was flexible to the point that some days he didn’t write at all.
This afforded him the opportunity of playing a round of Golf during the working week when most people had their noses to the grindstone or even taking a day out to go fishing.
But all the normally enjoyable pastimes that would ordinarily keep him entertained didn’t distract him for the ten day Juliana was away and the time dragged by like a month, but he poured all his love and longing into his second novel instead.
However as much as the time may have dragged, the time of his lonely exile did come to an end.
(Part 02)
Owen left home bright and early so he could touch base with Juliana, who he hadn’t seen for 10 days, since she went away with her family to Greece.
She was working all weekend, at the Green Oak because she had missed quite a few shift while she was away, so it would just be a quick hello then he would see her properly on Monday when they would have a proper hello.
He stepped out into the sunlight and headed off in the direction of the Normandie Woods towards the Molesworth’s house.
Owen Carrington was on his way to spend some time with his girlfriend before she went to work when he was button holed by Andrea Dean who was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the local Stephenson’s Supermarket.
She was a pleasant enough young woman but she never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, and didn’t look like a joyful person by any means, but she was actually a very nice person.
“Hello Mr. Carrington” Andrea said
“Good morning Miss Dean and how are you today”
“Fine” she replied
“I’m selling raffle tickets for the for the Summer Fete”
“Oh ok I’ll have a couple of books”
“That will be £10” she said and handed him the tickets.
He took out his wallet and paid her the cash, and with the transaction done he got underway.
As he got close to the Molesworth’s he caught sight of Juliana sitting alone on the brick wall at the front of her house and he noticed she wasn’t wearing her work clothes.
He guessed she was probably going to change just before she left for work.
He quickened his stride and he thought he’d caught her eye and he gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she got up and got in her dads car and then they drove away.
“Oh bugger” he said
He did go to the house anyway and had a coffee with Lavinia, her mum and found out that Juliana had gone shopping with her dad to get new shoes for work as she had ruined her other pair while they were away.
He was going to stay until she returned but in the end they were longer than expected so her dad, Gregory, dropped her straight at work.
After leaving the Molesworth’s he set off for a walk around the village and headed towards the Church of Saint Jane Frances de Chantal and then he spent another two hours strolling around the environs of Denmead and found himself back in Normandie woods hot, tired, thirsty and a little peckish.
It was 2.30pm by the time he finally got to the pub and the place was absolutely heaving
He could see Juliana as he walked into the bar and he thought she’d seen him but she just kept walking, so he went to the bar, they were really busy and he was at the bar for 5 minutes or more and he wasn’t even close to being served.
He looked to his left and he saw Juliana briefly before she strode off again and as there was no sign of a pint and a sandwich on the horizon he followed her.
She led him on a weaving yomp in between crowded tables, and along a short corridor, through a door that led into the beer garden, in and out of packed tables on the terrace and back up the same corridor arriving back in the main bar where he lost sight of her.
“Oh Shit” he exclaimed and returned to the bar and thought he might least I’d get his pint and sandwich.
(Part 03)
Owen stood at the bar for another ten minutes and still hadn’t been served when Suddenly Juliana was stood next to him.
“Hi honey” he said “Shouldn’t you be serving?”
“I’m due a break,” she replied “But I wasn’t expecting to see you today”
“I’m just after a pint and a sandwich” he said
“And I’ve been trying to talk to you all day”
“Why?” she asked
“I have something important to say to you”
“What?” she asked suspiciously
“I’ll tell you when we’re sitting down” he replied
“Go and find a seat in the garden and I’ll meet you out there” she said
“Great” he said and muttered to himself “I’ll get my sandwich now?”
Owen went and sat down in the furthest corner of the beer garden at the only vacant table and sat alone for ten minutes or so before Juliana arrived with a pint of beer and a tuna sandwich.
“There you are sir,” she said in her best wench’s voice, putting first the beer and then the plate on the table “sorry to keep you waiting sir”
“Thank you miss” he said pompously
“Well if that’s all sir? I do have other customers”
“No, you may sit beside your master” he said and patted the bench
“Thankee sir” Juliana replied and bobbed a curtsey
She then gave a quick glance around her, and kissed him tenderly.
She was only able to grab a 10 minute break so they continued to sit in the beer garden where he could at least steal an occasional kiss.
But before she went back to work she asked
“Are you going to dump me?”
“No of course not” he replied “why would you think that?”
“You said you had something important to say to me” she pointed out
“That’s right, but I didn’t mean that” he said
“Well what do you want to say to me then?”
“I wanted to tell you that I love you” he said
“Is that all?” she asked and laughed
“What do you mean is that all?”
“Well I already knew that” she said
“But I’ve never told you”
“You didn’t need to” she said smugly “I knew you loved me before you did”
“So shouldn’t I say it then?” he asked
“Oh yes, whenever you like”
“Good” he replied “I love you”
“I love you too” she replied and kissed him
“I missed you” he said
“I missed you too” Juliana replied “but I have to go”
“Aren’t you going to show me your white bits?” he asked
“No I am not” she replied indignantly “well not here anyway”
Then she turned away to go but she gave another quick glance around her and then lifted the side of her skirt up exposing a quick glimpse of untanned thigh.
“Just to keep you interested” she said letting the skirt fall and then she rushed away giggling.
Owen Carrington’s Uncle Glyn died on New Year’s Day and left him his Cottage and a small cash sum, more than enough to keep him going for a few more years.
He left it to him because he felt they were kindred spirits, he wanted to be a writer himself but his father made him get a proper job, Owen really liked him and he was a great story teller, and it was his Uncles colourful tales that helped him when he was writing his novels.
His death came as a shock as it was sudden though not unsurprising given his life health.
So that was how he found himself living in a lovely Victorian Cottage in the quaint Downshire Village of Denmead.
It was a very tranquil place though not without its distractions.
From his study he could look out through the open French windows and across the expanse of lawn to a stand of ancient woodland, there was no fence to separate garden and wood the two just merged.
And on the other side of the wood was the hub of the village, the Green Oak, everyone seemed to go there at some point, either for a drink, the restaurant or the coffee suite.
Owen’s star was definitely in the ascendency after the success of his first Romantic novel “The Maiden Muse” but the change in the fortunes of his writing career were not universally well received, his publisher liked it, his new agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but his mother was disappointed by it because she thought it was a bit girlie.
But it wasn’t just his writing career that was climbing high, so was his love life thanks to his muse and lover, Juliana Molesworth, who had brought his writers block to an end, but his muse was going away for ten days to Greece with her folks so he planned to catch up on his writing as he had fallen hopelessly in love with her the only antidote for his wanting her, in her absence was to throw himself into his work.
However while she was away it occurred to him that although he was in love with her he had neglected to tell her, either when she returned from University or before she left for Greece, and that was something he clearly had to rectify.
Since he had become a writer of bodice ripping romances it had proved to be an occupation which suited him very well indeed.
And it suited him in many ways, but the main benefit was that he was able to work at home, so he had no tedious commute every day and his working day was flexible to the point that some days he didn’t write at all.
This afforded him the opportunity of playing a round of Golf during the working week when most people had their noses to the grindstone or even taking a day out to go fishing.
But all the normally enjoyable pastimes that would ordinarily keep him entertained didn’t distract him for the ten day Juliana was away and the time dragged by like a month, but he poured all his love and longing into his second novel instead.
However as much as the time may have dragged, the time of his lonely exile did come to an end.
(Part 02)
Owen left home bright and early so he could touch base with Juliana, who he hadn’t seen for 10 days, since she went away with her family to Greece.
She was working all weekend, at the Green Oak because she had missed quite a few shift while she was away, so it would just be a quick hello then he would see her properly on Monday when they would have a proper hello.
He stepped out into the sunlight and headed off in the direction of the Normandie Woods towards the Molesworth’s house.
Owen Carrington was on his way to spend some time with his girlfriend before she went to work when he was button holed by Andrea Dean who was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the local Stephenson’s Supermarket.
She was a pleasant enough young woman but she never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, and didn’t look like a joyful person by any means, but she was actually a very nice person.
“Hello Mr. Carrington” Andrea said
“Good morning Miss Dean and how are you today”
“Fine” she replied
“I’m selling raffle tickets for the for the Summer Fete”
“Oh ok I’ll have a couple of books”
“That will be £10” she said and handed him the tickets.
He took out his wallet and paid her the cash, and with the transaction done he got underway.
As he got close to the Molesworth’s he caught sight of Juliana sitting alone on the brick wall at the front of her house and he noticed she wasn’t wearing her work clothes.
He guessed she was probably going to change just before she left for work.
He quickened his stride and he thought he’d caught her eye and he gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she got up and got in her dads car and then they drove away.
“Oh bugger” he said
He did go to the house anyway and had a coffee with Lavinia, her mum and found out that Juliana had gone shopping with her dad to get new shoes for work as she had ruined her other pair while they were away.
He was going to stay until she returned but in the end they were longer than expected so her dad, Gregory, dropped her straight at work.
After leaving the Molesworth’s he set off for a walk around the village and headed towards the Church of Saint Jane Frances de Chantal and then he spent another two hours strolling around the environs of Denmead and found himself back in Normandie woods hot, tired, thirsty and a little peckish.
It was 2.30pm by the time he finally got to the pub and the place was absolutely heaving
He could see Juliana as he walked into the bar and he thought she’d seen him but she just kept walking, so he went to the bar, they were really busy and he was at the bar for 5 minutes or more and he wasn’t even close to being served.
He looked to his left and he saw Juliana briefly before she strode off again and as there was no sign of a pint and a sandwich on the horizon he followed her.
She led him on a weaving yomp in between crowded tables, and along a short corridor, through a door that led into the beer garden, in and out of packed tables on the terrace and back up the same corridor arriving back in the main bar where he lost sight of her.
“Oh Shit” he exclaimed and returned to the bar and thought he might least I’d get his pint and sandwich.
(Part 03)
Owen stood at the bar for another ten minutes and still hadn’t been served when Suddenly Juliana was stood next to him.
“Hi honey” he said “Shouldn’t you be serving?”
“I’m due a break,” she replied “But I wasn’t expecting to see you today”
“I’m just after a pint and a sandwich” he said
“And I’ve been trying to talk to you all day”
“Why?” she asked
“I have something important to say to you”
“What?” she asked suspiciously
“I’ll tell you when we’re sitting down” he replied
“Go and find a seat in the garden and I’ll meet you out there” she said
“Great” he said and muttered to himself “I’ll get my sandwich now?”
Owen went and sat down in the furthest corner of the beer garden at the only vacant table and sat alone for ten minutes or so before Juliana arrived with a pint of beer and a tuna sandwich.
“There you are sir,” she said in her best wench’s voice, putting first the beer and then the plate on the table “sorry to keep you waiting sir”
“Thank you miss” he said pompously
“Well if that’s all sir? I do have other customers”
“No, you may sit beside your master” he said and patted the bench
“Thankee sir” Juliana replied and bobbed a curtsey
She then gave a quick glance around her, and kissed him tenderly.
She was only able to grab a 10 minute break so they continued to sit in the beer garden where he could at least steal an occasional kiss.
But before she went back to work she asked
“Are you going to dump me?”
“No of course not” he replied “why would you think that?”
“You said you had something important to say to me” she pointed out
“That’s right, but I didn’t mean that” he said
“Well what do you want to say to me then?”
“I wanted to tell you that I love you” he said
“Is that all?” she asked and laughed
“What do you mean is that all?”
“Well I already knew that” she said
“But I’ve never told you”
“You didn’t need to” she said smugly “I knew you loved me before you did”
“So shouldn’t I say it then?” he asked
“Oh yes, whenever you like”
“Good” he replied “I love you”
“I love you too” she replied and kissed him
“I missed you” he said
“I missed you too” Juliana replied “but I have to go”
“Aren’t you going to show me your white bits?” he asked
“No I am not” she replied indignantly “well not here anyway”
Then she turned away to go but she gave another quick glance around her and then lifted the side of her skirt up exposing a quick glimpse of untanned thigh.
“Just to keep you interested” she said letting the skirt fall and then she rushed away giggling.
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