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.
As part of “making a world of their own” they decided to plan to spend as much time together as possible which meant staying at each other’s houses, normally on a pre-planned basis but on the night of the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball in July Sam had pitched up at Neil’s in a taxi because she couldn’t face all the constant nagging from her friends and family about her unfortunate choice of a boyfriend.
So they spent the night but on the next afternoon she had to go in search of her car, which she had left at her sister’s house in the grand neighbourhood of Sharpington’s Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco the locals nicknamed Nob Hill.
So they drove from his Cottage the relatively short distance from Brocklington to Sharpington and then followed the sign towards the posh part of town.
“I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said and Samantha laughed and then she began
“I don’t get no...”
“Don’t say it” he interrupted, “you’re a lady remember”
And she laughed a very dirty laugh.
“Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady”
“I am a lady” she said when she could talk again “it’s just that you bring out my inner trollop”
And then she disintegrated in to laughter again.
When she had calmed herself she suddenly said
“Don’t drop me off yet”
“Why not?”
“I’m not ready to say goodbye” she said and looked at him sadly
“Ok then to the promenade” he said
“Hooray” she cheered
They spent the next two hours walking hand in hand along the beach and the promenade.
“I’m so glad I didn’t go to the ball, I’ve had much more fun with you”
She said
“It’s been a lovely weekend” he agreed
“But too short” Sam added
“Yes far too short” he agreed and then they fell into silence as they watched the holiday makers as they walked along and then they both stopped and looked at each other and said in unison
“Holiday”
An hour later he drove her to her sister’s house where they shared a farewell kiss and he watched her walk away towards the house.
Sunday, 14 May 2017
Saturday, 13 May 2017
Downshire Diary – (53) The Student 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 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.
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 and as always when then were apart 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.
It had been a most unproductive Friday and he was not in the best of moods.
He had been on the phone all morning, not one of his favourite activities, firstly he had a very long winded call from his agent about a literary dinner in Nettlefield, which was only a few days away, he thought he should attend as he had been nominated in two categories, having initially decided just to ignore it as it was in Nettlefield.
He wasn’t keen at all and he normally only accepted those kinds of invitations in order to facilitate a night in a hotel with the love of his life and muse extraordinaire Juliana, but she was going back to University.
(Part 02)
It had been a most unproductive Friday and he was not in the best of moods.
He had been on the phone all morning, not one of his favourite activities, firstly he had a very long winded call from his agent about a literary dinner in Nettlefield, which was only a few days away, he thought he should attend as he had been nominated in two categories, having initially decided just to ignore it as it was in Nettlefield.
He wasn’t keen at all and he normally only accepted those kinds of invitations in order to facilitate a night in a hotel with the love of his life and muse extraordinaire Juliana, but she was going back to University.
So he declined, his agent insisted, he declined again, he insisted again, Owen declined more emphatically, his agent insisted more forcefully, eventually and with great reluctance he agreed, if for no other reason than to get him off the phone.
He then called the garage to see if his car was ready, which it wasn’t, which posed another problem as he was supposed to be driving Juliana to Abbottsford in it.
So he phoned her dad, Gregory, and explained about the car and he said he could use the Molesworth family Volvo.
So it was late afternoon when he decided it was time to shower and get ready for his date with Juliana, she would be returning to University in Abbottsford the next day for the start of her final year so their date would be the last one for a while.
Juliana and a bunch of friends had rented an old Victorian house and he was helping her move her stuff in.
Under normal circumstances they would have moved in at the beginning of July but the week before their tenancy began the water tank in the loft sprang a leak and brought down the ceiling and made quite a mess.
So the occupancy had been delayed while the repairs were being done, now that they were complete the whole group were moving their stuff in.
They did have the option to renew their tenancy in the house they were in the previous year but it had turned out to be a bit of a slum.
He was going to walk up to Juliana’s when she finished work so they could load all her stuff into the Molesworth family Volvo.
They would then unload her stuff into her room, have a take away with her friends then Owen would leave her up there to unpack her stuff and drive the car back to Denmead and then he wouldn’t see her for a few weeks.
He reached chez Molesworth ahead of schedule to find Juliana’s dad, Gregory, had started loading the car without him and Juliana hadn’t arrived home from work.
“Hold on Greg, you should have waited for me”
“Hello Owen” he said “I just thought I’d make a start as she’s running late”
“Come on then I'll give you a hand” Owen offered
They had it all loaded and were sitting in the kitchen by the time Juliana got home.
“Sorry I’m late” She said “The pub was unbelievably busy and Emma was late in so I stayed to cover”
“Don’t worry darling” her dad said “Owen and I have the car loaded”
“Really?” She said and kissed them both “my heroes”
She then joined them in a cuppa before going to get changed, she was only gone about half an hour and when she came back she was wearing a short denim skirt and a pale blue short sleeved shirt, and not forgetting blue and white ankle socks.
Her short curly red hair was still wet from the shower and left damp splodges on the shoulders of her top.
“Do you want something to eat” her mum Lavinia asked
“No thanks mum” she answered “We're eating there”
She looked up at the clock then turned to Owen and said
“We need to get going”
(Part 03)
The fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way, in fact because the traffic was lighter than they were expecting they got to the house only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.
They were just taking dinner orders as they arrived so he let Juliana choose and Owen started unloading the car.
It was slightly harder work getting it out of the car and up the stairs and into her room than it was getting it loaded back at her house.
Still a couple of the other lads lent a hand and it was soon done and with perfect timing because just as he closed the boot down on the Volvo, the pizzas arrived so Juliana and Owen took the last two remaining places in the lounge, which were in the bay window.
There were nineteen people sitting in the lounge drinking wine and eating pizza, not Owen’s favourite fast food he would have had to say, and of the 19 Owen was by far the oldest and by some distance.
There were the four housemates and partners plus an assortment of friends.
It wasn’t a bad sized room with three large sofas in it but it was never intended to accommodate nineteen people.
Juliana and Owen were seated on the deep window sill in the bay window.
With a gap of about two feet between them and the back of one of the sofas.
It was also quite dark in the corner so Juliana took the opportunity to kiss him but a few minutes later one of the girls on the sofa turned round and spoke.
“Here Juliana look at this”
Juliana leant over the sofa between her two friends looking at something on her tablet.
All three of them were laughing at whatever they were looking at the moment he smacked Julianna’s buttock and she sat back down next to him again.
After the pizza’s was finished Owen said
“I should get going”
They were seated in the perfect place for s farewell kiss without being seen by everyone else but just as there lips touched the lights suddenly went on and the music stopped and some bright spark thought it would be a good idea to raise a toast to the new abode.
Juliana tutted
“Cheers” she said smiling falsely.
The moment the chinking of glasses was over Juliana was on her feet saying
“Come on”
So he followed her out of the room and once in the hallway he pursued her up the stairs.
When he reached her room she was standing scratching her head and when he looked around the room and there really wasn’t any room for the two of them so a farewell kiss was out of the question so they looked at each other and said in unison
“Bathroom”
So they quickly crossed the landing to the bathroom and once inside he bolted the door and then they had their kiss in private, which was long and lingering because it had to last a few weeks.
When they left the bathroom Owen went straight downstairs, while Juliana went into her room and cried.
When he got back to the Molesworth’s it was quite late so he was planning to just park the car on the drive and pop the keys through the letter box, but just as he was about to post the keys through, the door opened, it was her dad.
“Ah hello Owen I thought I heard the car door” he said
“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” Owen said apologetically
“No its fine I hadn’t turned in yet, come in for a nightcap and tell us the tale”
So he spent the next half an hour telling Gregory and Lavinia about the house and her friends and as he was telling them he started missing his muse and lover, his student muse.
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 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.
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 and as always when then were apart 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.
It had been a most unproductive Friday and he was not in the best of moods.
He had been on the phone all morning, not one of his favourite activities, firstly he had a very long winded call from his agent about a literary dinner in Nettlefield, which was only a few days away, he thought he should attend as he had been nominated in two categories, having initially decided just to ignore it as it was in Nettlefield.
He wasn’t keen at all and he normally only accepted those kinds of invitations in order to facilitate a night in a hotel with the love of his life and muse extraordinaire Juliana, but she was going back to University.
(Part 02)
It had been a most unproductive Friday and he was not in the best of moods.
He had been on the phone all morning, not one of his favourite activities, firstly he had a very long winded call from his agent about a literary dinner in Nettlefield, which was only a few days away, he thought he should attend as he had been nominated in two categories, having initially decided just to ignore it as it was in Nettlefield.
He wasn’t keen at all and he normally only accepted those kinds of invitations in order to facilitate a night in a hotel with the love of his life and muse extraordinaire Juliana, but she was going back to University.
So he declined, his agent insisted, he declined again, he insisted again, Owen declined more emphatically, his agent insisted more forcefully, eventually and with great reluctance he agreed, if for no other reason than to get him off the phone.
He then called the garage to see if his car was ready, which it wasn’t, which posed another problem as he was supposed to be driving Juliana to Abbottsford in it.
So he phoned her dad, Gregory, and explained about the car and he said he could use the Molesworth family Volvo.
So it was late afternoon when he decided it was time to shower and get ready for his date with Juliana, she would be returning to University in Abbottsford the next day for the start of her final year so their date would be the last one for a while.
Juliana and a bunch of friends had rented an old Victorian house and he was helping her move her stuff in.
Under normal circumstances they would have moved in at the beginning of July but the week before their tenancy began the water tank in the loft sprang a leak and brought down the ceiling and made quite a mess.
So the occupancy had been delayed while the repairs were being done, now that they were complete the whole group were moving their stuff in.
They did have the option to renew their tenancy in the house they were in the previous year but it had turned out to be a bit of a slum.
He was going to walk up to Juliana’s when she finished work so they could load all her stuff into the Molesworth family Volvo.
They would then unload her stuff into her room, have a take away with her friends then Owen would leave her up there to unpack her stuff and drive the car back to Denmead and then he wouldn’t see her for a few weeks.
He reached chez Molesworth ahead of schedule to find Juliana’s dad, Gregory, had started loading the car without him and Juliana hadn’t arrived home from work.
“Hold on Greg, you should have waited for me”
“Hello Owen” he said “I just thought I’d make a start as she’s running late”
“Come on then I'll give you a hand” Owen offered
They had it all loaded and were sitting in the kitchen by the time Juliana got home.
“Sorry I’m late” She said “The pub was unbelievably busy and Emma was late in so I stayed to cover”
“Don’t worry darling” her dad said “Owen and I have the car loaded”
“Really?” She said and kissed them both “my heroes”
She then joined them in a cuppa before going to get changed, she was only gone about half an hour and when she came back she was wearing a short denim skirt and a pale blue short sleeved shirt, and not forgetting blue and white ankle socks.
Her short curly red hair was still wet from the shower and left damp splodges on the shoulders of her top.
“Do you want something to eat” her mum Lavinia asked
“No thanks mum” she answered “We're eating there”
She looked up at the clock then turned to Owen and said
“We need to get going”
(Part 03)
The fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way, in fact because the traffic was lighter than they were expecting they got to the house only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.
They were just taking dinner orders as they arrived so he let Juliana choose and Owen started unloading the car.
It was slightly harder work getting it out of the car and up the stairs and into her room than it was getting it loaded back at her house.
Still a couple of the other lads lent a hand and it was soon done and with perfect timing because just as he closed the boot down on the Volvo, the pizzas arrived so Juliana and Owen took the last two remaining places in the lounge, which were in the bay window.
There were nineteen people sitting in the lounge drinking wine and eating pizza, not Owen’s favourite fast food he would have had to say, and of the 19 Owen was by far the oldest and by some distance.
There were the four housemates and partners plus an assortment of friends.
It wasn’t a bad sized room with three large sofas in it but it was never intended to accommodate nineteen people.
Juliana and Owen were seated on the deep window sill in the bay window.
With a gap of about two feet between them and the back of one of the sofas.
It was also quite dark in the corner so Juliana took the opportunity to kiss him but a few minutes later one of the girls on the sofa turned round and spoke.
“Here Juliana look at this”
Juliana leant over the sofa between her two friends looking at something on her tablet.
All three of them were laughing at whatever they were looking at the moment he smacked Julianna’s buttock and she sat back down next to him again.
After the pizza’s was finished Owen said
“I should get going”
They were seated in the perfect place for s farewell kiss without being seen by everyone else but just as there lips touched the lights suddenly went on and the music stopped and some bright spark thought it would be a good idea to raise a toast to the new abode.
Juliana tutted
“Cheers” she said smiling falsely.
The moment the chinking of glasses was over Juliana was on her feet saying
“Come on”
So he followed her out of the room and once in the hallway he pursued her up the stairs.
When he reached her room she was standing scratching her head and when he looked around the room and there really wasn’t any room for the two of them so a farewell kiss was out of the question so they looked at each other and said in unison
“Bathroom”
So they quickly crossed the landing to the bathroom and once inside he bolted the door and then they had their kiss in private, which was long and lingering because it had to last a few weeks.
When they left the bathroom Owen went straight downstairs, while Juliana went into her room and cried.
When he got back to the Molesworth’s it was quite late so he was planning to just park the car on the drive and pop the keys through the letter box, but just as he was about to post the keys through, the door opened, it was her dad.
“Ah hello Owen I thought I heard the car door” he said
“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” Owen said apologetically
“No its fine I hadn’t turned in yet, come in for a nightcap and tell us the tale”
So he spent the next half an hour telling Gregory and Lavinia about the house and her friends and as he was telling them he started missing his muse and lover, his student muse.
Downshire Diary – (52) The Sensual Seminar
Paul Ager sat in the Beaumont Room at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere wearing his name badge bearing the name Paul J Ager.
He was there for a seminar on Health and Safety in the workplace and he was dreading it.
Not that he wasn’t interested in the subject, it was after all his career and he had been doing it for more than twenty years, and he really knew his stuff.
His dread was due partly because he had attended seminars on the subject many times before, but mainly he was dreading it because of the trainer, Claire Draper, who was so gorgeous he was always distracted away from the presentation and into sexual fantasies about her.
He had known her for several years and for a lot of those years he did little more than give her an appraising look, because he knew she was so far out of his league, that was until he came upon her by accident at the Hotel on the previous evening, just before the evening meal as she was reattaching a suspender to her black stocking, it was only a glimpse, a split second, the smallest foretaste of lacy stocking top, but once seen it couldn’t be unseen, and after that delightfully sensual moment whenever he saw her he could think of nothing else.
It was a glorious summer day outside and the sun streamed into the room and bathed Claire in sunlight which was the beginning of the erotic moving pictures in his head.
The sun shone on her white silk blouse and highlighted her beneath the silk and the lacy contrivance beyond but in PJ’s mind’s eye there was no bra and no blouse, only her faultless naked breasts.
He watched as she worked the room strutting on four-inch heels and black stockings and suspenders which he had no need to imagine.
All the while the floor show was going on she carried on chatting away in her ultra-professional manner and then his mind went into overdrive.
Claire crossed the room and closed the blind that was illuminating her blouse, but it didn’t stop PJ’s imagination and he was lost in his own lustful world.
“PJ!!” Claire shouted “PJ!!”
“Wh…what!!!” he exclaimed
“It’s all over, the seminar has finished” She said “Everyone else has gone”
“Oh sorry” he said “My mind was elsewhere”
“I’m well aware of that” Claire said “I would never have let you see my stocking top if I’d known it would have this much of an effect on you”
“You mean you did it on purpose?” he asked in amazement
“Of course” she admitted “I had to get you to notice me one way or another”
“Well….erm” he stammered
“Come on then” she said taking hold of his hand
“You can take me to dinner” she said and with a wry smile she added “it’s the least you can do for mentally undressing me all day”
“Oh ok” he said
He was there for a seminar on Health and Safety in the workplace and he was dreading it.
Not that he wasn’t interested in the subject, it was after all his career and he had been doing it for more than twenty years, and he really knew his stuff.
His dread was due partly because he had attended seminars on the subject many times before, but mainly he was dreading it because of the trainer, Claire Draper, who was so gorgeous he was always distracted away from the presentation and into sexual fantasies about her.
He had known her for several years and for a lot of those years he did little more than give her an appraising look, because he knew she was so far out of his league, that was until he came upon her by accident at the Hotel on the previous evening, just before the evening meal as she was reattaching a suspender to her black stocking, it was only a glimpse, a split second, the smallest foretaste of lacy stocking top, but once seen it couldn’t be unseen, and after that delightfully sensual moment whenever he saw her he could think of nothing else.
It was a glorious summer day outside and the sun streamed into the room and bathed Claire in sunlight which was the beginning of the erotic moving pictures in his head.
The sun shone on her white silk blouse and highlighted her beneath the silk and the lacy contrivance beyond but in PJ’s mind’s eye there was no bra and no blouse, only her faultless naked breasts.
He watched as she worked the room strutting on four-inch heels and black stockings and suspenders which he had no need to imagine.
All the while the floor show was going on she carried on chatting away in her ultra-professional manner and then his mind went into overdrive.
Claire crossed the room and closed the blind that was illuminating her blouse, but it didn’t stop PJ’s imagination and he was lost in his own lustful world.
“PJ!!” Claire shouted “PJ!!”
“Wh…what!!!” he exclaimed
“It’s all over, the seminar has finished” She said “Everyone else has gone”
“Oh sorry” he said “My mind was elsewhere”
“I’m well aware of that” Claire said “I would never have let you see my stocking top if I’d known it would have this much of an effect on you”
“You mean you did it on purpose?” he asked in amazement
“Of course” she admitted “I had to get you to notice me one way or another”
“Well….erm” he stammered
“Come on then” she said taking hold of his hand
“You can take me to dinner” she said and with a wry smile she added “it’s the least you can do for mentally undressing me all day”
“Oh ok” he said
Friday, 12 May 2017
Downshire Diary – (51) Heatherlands – Doctor in the House
(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 slightly further south equidistant between Nettlefield and the Oxley’s, in the beautiful village of Heathervale.
Chris Palmer was new to the area having moved to Nettlefield from Purplemere following a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and was possessed of piercing blue eyes.
He also had had very bad luck with the opposite sex, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his courting days far behind him.
As he was rubbish at picking the targets for his affection he decided the safest thing to do was stop picking.
After his divorce he decided not only to give up on relationships but also to give up on Purplemere, so he sold up and planned to head for pastures new.
His reason for moving to Nettlefield in particular, over all the other places he might have chosen either in Downshire or beyond, was the Heatherlands District Health Centre.
It was a large practise that serviced a large area, covering Nettlefield itself, Oxley Green, Heathervale, Oxley Ridge and Tipton and Chris had been fortunate enough to land the job as practice manager and he also found himself a nice little flat in Nettlefield.
The senior partner at the Health Centre was Dr Clarisse Lowe, a tall statuesque woman who dressed in tweed, she had Chestnut hair, a voluptuous figure, lovely long legs and a generous frontage, who was in her mid-forties and was just the kind of woman Chris would have fallen for in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was probably a lesbian because she seemed to have a very close relationship with one of the practice nurses, Josie Minter, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact that he suspected Clarisse was playing for the other side didn’t stop him admiring her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity and Josie’s sexual orientation, if he had read the situation correctly, didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
In fact her flirty behaviour led him to what was a false assumption, namely that she swung both ways, because she was very definitely straight and the close relationship she shared with the lovely Doctor Lowe was as a result of Josie being her step daughter.
(Part 02)
Clarisse had been married to Edward Lowe, who had been an eminent surgeon in Downshire, he had also been twenty years older when he married her and he had two children from his first marriage, Josie being the oldest.
The marriage was a happy one but only lasted five years because Edward died suddenly on the Tipton Twelve Trees Golf course after suffering a heart attack.
She had been a widow for 10 years which had left her lonely but also afraid of risking her heart on someone who might end that loneliness.
In the beginning, as Clarisse was the senior partner at Heatherlands, Chris was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress and he took those meetings as an opportunity to feast his eyes on the good Doctors assets, though he drew the line someway short of staring down her blouse at her large breasts in their lacy hammocks, though he could quite easily imagine them.
But he did look at the gorgeous Doctor Lowe in a less than professional manner however discreetly that might have been and over the weeks, he found that despite his pledge not to get involved with any more women, he had fallen for her in a big way.
Clarisse for her part had noticed the effect she had on Chris but did nothing about it and certainly didn’t encourage him, but she was flattered that she was still alluring enough to quicken a man’s pulse.
But apart from the fact that she had vowed not to risk her broken heart again she also had instigated a policy at the practise forbidding fraternisation between members of staff, so even if she were so inclined toward Chris she wouldn’t go against her own edict.
After he’d been at Heatherlands for a few days short of three months, which just happened to be the week before Easter, there were quarterly reports to be completed and as it was his first quarterly reporting, combined with the fact that it was their yearend as well, he had to spend disproportionately longer in Clarisse’s office than was normal.
Which he for one didn’t mind as it meant that he got to spend more time with her as well as giving him additional ogling time.
Come the day before Good Friday however they worked late into the evening and they still hadn’t finished.
By 7.30 Dr Conway had left for the day and there were just the two of them, although Josie was due back from a home visit.
“Let’s call it a day” she said
“Are you sure?” Chris asked “we need to finish them before next week”
“I know but I can’t look at another number tonight” she said
“That’s ok you get off and I’ll press on and finish” he offered “it’ll only take another couple of hours”
“No I don’t think that’s a good idea” She said and rubbed her eyes
“Why not come to the house tomorrow after church and we’ll carry on when we’re fresh, with clear heads and we’ll be done in no time”
“I think that’s a great idea” he said “I’m done in”
“I thought you said you’d be done in a couple of hours” she said and smiled
“That was just bravado” he admitted and laughed
(Part 03)
Clarisse lived in the village of Heathervale in a six bedroom converted farmhouse that was originally her marital home which she now shared with her stepdaughter Josie and although she was a lonely widow she was blessed because she and Josie had a very close relationship.
Clarisse and Josie were very strong in their faith even before Edwards’s untimely death but it had deepened in the years that followed and they were both regular congregants at St Giles’ church so on Good Friday Clarisse and Josie attended the midday service at the village church but Josie had to leave before the end because she was working and had a couple of home visits to do.
Chris also had a strong faith but he had lapsed in his attendance since his divorce, partly because he felt ashamed that he had failed in his marriage.
So when Clarisse walked back to the house after the service he was waiting in his car on the drive when she reached home.
It was a cold day and as she approached he could see that she was wrapped up against the cold but he knew it was her by the way she moved, which was quite distinctive to someone who had spent a lot of time watching her walk around the health centre.
“Sorry I’m late” she said as he got out of his car “I got chatting at the church”
“No problem” he said amiably and opened the car boot and removed his laptop bag and some folders.
“Come in out of the cold” she said and he followed her in
When she had slipped off her long winter coat and removed her boots he could see that instead of her normal tweed suit she was wearing trousers, tweed obviously and a chunky sweater.
Her apparel, for her at any rate, was casual in nature but in Chris’s eyes made her no less alluring.
“I thought we could work in the dining room, we can spread out in there” she said as she walked down the hall and he followed on.
Chris was correct in his assessment, they did finish in a couple of hours but that was only due to the fact that they were fresh and rested as Clarisse had stated.
“I just need to print off copies for the partners” he said “And we’re done for another year”
“So you’re planning on still being here next year then” she said “We haven’t managed to scare you off, or rather I haven’t”
“Not at all I like working at Heatherlands, and I really enjoy working with you” he replied
“Good, I think we are good together” Clarisse said and fearing she had given him the correct impression that she liked him she hastily added “I mean we work well together”
Chris did indeed get the impression that she liked him more than a colleague and he liked that she did, even though he had sworn off the opposite sex.
“Do you mind me asking you a personal question Clarisse?”
“It depends what it is” she replied
“It’s very personal” he said
“Ask away then”
“Why are you always wearing tweed?” Chris asked
“That would be telling wouldn’t it” she said
“Then do tell” he encouraged her and she blushed slightly
“Oh dear” she began “I wear tweed so that people see me as a Doctor and not just as a woman”
“Really?” he exclaimed and she nodded
“Well I can tell you for sure, it’s not working”
After he said it she went properly red and became quite flustered
“I’ll make us a drink” she said and hurried out of the room.
While she was gone he packed all of the folders away and stowed his laptop in his bag and sat back and waited for her to return, positioning himself so as to have the best view of her when she re-entered the room.
(Part 04)
Clarisse returned after about twenty minutes with the drinks and Chris gave her a good appraising look as she walked in, as had become his habit, but this time she was wearing a different outfit,
Instead of the tweed trousers she was wearing jeans and the chunky sweater had been replaced by a figure hugging white top and her chestnut hair that had been tied back now hung loosely onto her shoulders.
If he thought she was sexy and alluring in tweed then seeing her in tight jeans and a clingy top sent her sex appeal off the scale.
As she walked towards him she was moving differently than normal as she was no longer trying to look like a Doctor and then when she was close enough to hand him his drink he could smell her liberally applied perfume which heightened his senses further.
“Thank you” he said but he wasn’t really thanking her for the tea.
Clarisse then sat with her bum perched on the dining table beside him and sipped her tea and he thoroughly scrutinised her from head to toe.
On the outside she was very calm and collected but inside she was ablaze with desire.
She knew what effect she had on him as she entered the room and was still having on him because she also knew he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
What she didn’t know was what she should do next, she was a little out of practise, not that she was ever that well versed, but with a man five years younger than her she was a bit out of her depth.
Fortunately her dilemma was brought to a resolution when Chris put down his tea on the table and stood up.
“What if he walks out?” she asked herself in a panic “How will I face him in the centre next week”
She needed have worried because when he stood he took the mug from her trembling hand and put it on the table next to his before taking hold of that same quivering hand and pulled her to her feet and then he kissed her.
They were alone in the house, so neither Clarisse or Chris held back as the longing and want of each other that they had been suppressing for weeks surged to the surface and the kiss was progressing well, he feel her heart pounding in her chest and there appeared no end in sight to the kiss as the door was flung open and Josie appeared.
“I don’t believe it” Josie said holding the door handle as she stared at her stepmother kissing her practise manager, which of course stopped as a result of the interruption.
“How could you?” Josie said as the pair continued to hug in front of her. “You said no fraternizing with colleagues”
“I did say that” Clarisse agreed
“I think she’s miffed” he said
“Miffed, I’ll say I’m miffed” she said
“I’m very bloody miffed, I could have got off with the locum last month, but I said no because of the “No Fraternizing” policy”
“Ah I think we’re scrapping that policy” Clarisse said and they all laughed
“By the way you said that that locum was an oily creep”
“That’s not the point” Josie said “he still asked me out”
“Well you are now free to say yes to the next oily locum that asks you out” Clarisse said and kissed Chris again and Josie was laughing as she went out of the room.
So that was how it came about that two people who despite their reluctance to expose themselves to love again and who were very definitely not looking for a relationship, let alone love, found it anyway.
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 slightly further south equidistant between Nettlefield and the Oxley’s, in the beautiful village of Heathervale.
Chris Palmer was new to the area having moved to Nettlefield from Purplemere following a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and was possessed of piercing blue eyes.
He also had had very bad luck with the opposite sex, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his courting days far behind him.
As he was rubbish at picking the targets for his affection he decided the safest thing to do was stop picking.
After his divorce he decided not only to give up on relationships but also to give up on Purplemere, so he sold up and planned to head for pastures new.
His reason for moving to Nettlefield in particular, over all the other places he might have chosen either in Downshire or beyond, was the Heatherlands District Health Centre.
It was a large practise that serviced a large area, covering Nettlefield itself, Oxley Green, Heathervale, Oxley Ridge and Tipton and Chris had been fortunate enough to land the job as practice manager and he also found himself a nice little flat in Nettlefield.
The senior partner at the Health Centre was Dr Clarisse Lowe, a tall statuesque woman who dressed in tweed, she had Chestnut hair, a voluptuous figure, lovely long legs and a generous frontage, who was in her mid-forties and was just the kind of woman Chris would have fallen for in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was probably a lesbian because she seemed to have a very close relationship with one of the practice nurses, Josie Minter, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact that he suspected Clarisse was playing for the other side didn’t stop him admiring her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity and Josie’s sexual orientation, if he had read the situation correctly, didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
In fact her flirty behaviour led him to what was a false assumption, namely that she swung both ways, because she was very definitely straight and the close relationship she shared with the lovely Doctor Lowe was as a result of Josie being her step daughter.
(Part 02)
Clarisse had been married to Edward Lowe, who had been an eminent surgeon in Downshire, he had also been twenty years older when he married her and he had two children from his first marriage, Josie being the oldest.
The marriage was a happy one but only lasted five years because Edward died suddenly on the Tipton Twelve Trees Golf course after suffering a heart attack.
She had been a widow for 10 years which had left her lonely but also afraid of risking her heart on someone who might end that loneliness.
In the beginning, as Clarisse was the senior partner at Heatherlands, Chris was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress and he took those meetings as an opportunity to feast his eyes on the good Doctors assets, though he drew the line someway short of staring down her blouse at her large breasts in their lacy hammocks, though he could quite easily imagine them.
But he did look at the gorgeous Doctor Lowe in a less than professional manner however discreetly that might have been and over the weeks, he found that despite his pledge not to get involved with any more women, he had fallen for her in a big way.
Clarisse for her part had noticed the effect she had on Chris but did nothing about it and certainly didn’t encourage him, but she was flattered that she was still alluring enough to quicken a man’s pulse.
But apart from the fact that she had vowed not to risk her broken heart again she also had instigated a policy at the practise forbidding fraternisation between members of staff, so even if she were so inclined toward Chris she wouldn’t go against her own edict.
After he’d been at Heatherlands for a few days short of three months, which just happened to be the week before Easter, there were quarterly reports to be completed and as it was his first quarterly reporting, combined with the fact that it was their yearend as well, he had to spend disproportionately longer in Clarisse’s office than was normal.
Which he for one didn’t mind as it meant that he got to spend more time with her as well as giving him additional ogling time.
Come the day before Good Friday however they worked late into the evening and they still hadn’t finished.
By 7.30 Dr Conway had left for the day and there were just the two of them, although Josie was due back from a home visit.
“Let’s call it a day” she said
“Are you sure?” Chris asked “we need to finish them before next week”
“I know but I can’t look at another number tonight” she said
“That’s ok you get off and I’ll press on and finish” he offered “it’ll only take another couple of hours”
“No I don’t think that’s a good idea” She said and rubbed her eyes
“Why not come to the house tomorrow after church and we’ll carry on when we’re fresh, with clear heads and we’ll be done in no time”
“I think that’s a great idea” he said “I’m done in”
“I thought you said you’d be done in a couple of hours” she said and smiled
“That was just bravado” he admitted and laughed
(Part 03)
Clarisse lived in the village of Heathervale in a six bedroom converted farmhouse that was originally her marital home which she now shared with her stepdaughter Josie and although she was a lonely widow she was blessed because she and Josie had a very close relationship.
Clarisse and Josie were very strong in their faith even before Edwards’s untimely death but it had deepened in the years that followed and they were both regular congregants at St Giles’ church so on Good Friday Clarisse and Josie attended the midday service at the village church but Josie had to leave before the end because she was working and had a couple of home visits to do.
Chris also had a strong faith but he had lapsed in his attendance since his divorce, partly because he felt ashamed that he had failed in his marriage.
So when Clarisse walked back to the house after the service he was waiting in his car on the drive when she reached home.
It was a cold day and as she approached he could see that she was wrapped up against the cold but he knew it was her by the way she moved, which was quite distinctive to someone who had spent a lot of time watching her walk around the health centre.
“Sorry I’m late” she said as he got out of his car “I got chatting at the church”
“No problem” he said amiably and opened the car boot and removed his laptop bag and some folders.
“Come in out of the cold” she said and he followed her in
When she had slipped off her long winter coat and removed her boots he could see that instead of her normal tweed suit she was wearing trousers, tweed obviously and a chunky sweater.
Her apparel, for her at any rate, was casual in nature but in Chris’s eyes made her no less alluring.
“I thought we could work in the dining room, we can spread out in there” she said as she walked down the hall and he followed on.
Chris was correct in his assessment, they did finish in a couple of hours but that was only due to the fact that they were fresh and rested as Clarisse had stated.
“I just need to print off copies for the partners” he said “And we’re done for another year”
“So you’re planning on still being here next year then” she said “We haven’t managed to scare you off, or rather I haven’t”
“Not at all I like working at Heatherlands, and I really enjoy working with you” he replied
“Good, I think we are good together” Clarisse said and fearing she had given him the correct impression that she liked him she hastily added “I mean we work well together”
Chris did indeed get the impression that she liked him more than a colleague and he liked that she did, even though he had sworn off the opposite sex.
“Do you mind me asking you a personal question Clarisse?”
“It depends what it is” she replied
“It’s very personal” he said
“Ask away then”
“Why are you always wearing tweed?” Chris asked
“That would be telling wouldn’t it” she said
“Then do tell” he encouraged her and she blushed slightly
“Oh dear” she began “I wear tweed so that people see me as a Doctor and not just as a woman”
“Really?” he exclaimed and she nodded
“Well I can tell you for sure, it’s not working”
After he said it she went properly red and became quite flustered
“I’ll make us a drink” she said and hurried out of the room.
While she was gone he packed all of the folders away and stowed his laptop in his bag and sat back and waited for her to return, positioning himself so as to have the best view of her when she re-entered the room.
(Part 04)
Clarisse returned after about twenty minutes with the drinks and Chris gave her a good appraising look as she walked in, as had become his habit, but this time she was wearing a different outfit,
Instead of the tweed trousers she was wearing jeans and the chunky sweater had been replaced by a figure hugging white top and her chestnut hair that had been tied back now hung loosely onto her shoulders.
If he thought she was sexy and alluring in tweed then seeing her in tight jeans and a clingy top sent her sex appeal off the scale.
As she walked towards him she was moving differently than normal as she was no longer trying to look like a Doctor and then when she was close enough to hand him his drink he could smell her liberally applied perfume which heightened his senses further.
“Thank you” he said but he wasn’t really thanking her for the tea.
Clarisse then sat with her bum perched on the dining table beside him and sipped her tea and he thoroughly scrutinised her from head to toe.
On the outside she was very calm and collected but inside she was ablaze with desire.
She knew what effect she had on him as she entered the room and was still having on him because she also knew he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
What she didn’t know was what she should do next, she was a little out of practise, not that she was ever that well versed, but with a man five years younger than her she was a bit out of her depth.
Fortunately her dilemma was brought to a resolution when Chris put down his tea on the table and stood up.
“What if he walks out?” she asked herself in a panic “How will I face him in the centre next week”
She needed have worried because when he stood he took the mug from her trembling hand and put it on the table next to his before taking hold of that same quivering hand and pulled her to her feet and then he kissed her.
They were alone in the house, so neither Clarisse or Chris held back as the longing and want of each other that they had been suppressing for weeks surged to the surface and the kiss was progressing well, he feel her heart pounding in her chest and there appeared no end in sight to the kiss as the door was flung open and Josie appeared.
“I don’t believe it” Josie said holding the door handle as she stared at her stepmother kissing her practise manager, which of course stopped as a result of the interruption.
“How could you?” Josie said as the pair continued to hug in front of her. “You said no fraternizing with colleagues”
“I did say that” Clarisse agreed
“I think she’s miffed” he said
“Miffed, I’ll say I’m miffed” she said
“I’m very bloody miffed, I could have got off with the locum last month, but I said no because of the “No Fraternizing” policy”
“Ah I think we’re scrapping that policy” Clarisse said and they all laughed
“By the way you said that that locum was an oily creep”
“That’s not the point” Josie said “he still asked me out”
“Well you are now free to say yes to the next oily locum that asks you out” Clarisse said and kissed Chris again and Josie was laughing as she went out of the room.
So that was how it came about that two people who despite their reluctance to expose themselves to love again and who were very definitely not looking for a relationship, let alone love, found it anyway.
Mornington-By-Mere – (55) Fraternal Flirtations
(Part 01)
Mornington-By-Mere was not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale and there were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere road and Dulcets Lane which formed the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and the Walker family lived at number 4 Dulcet Mill Lane.
It was the house that 38 year old Angela was born in, which she now shared with her Purplemere born husband Norman and 19 year old daughter Andrea, and to the casual observer they were a happy family but all was not as it seems.
Norman was a successful Architect, in fact he was too successful, and that success kept him away from home more and more and as a result Angela was terribly lonely.
She had her daughter Andrea who she loved very much but she was overly protective to her because she was painfully shy.
Thankfully Angela had Dennis for support.
Dennis Thorpe was Norman Walker’s half-brother and he was a very gifted craftsman who among other things was a Model Engine Maker, as well as making rolling stock, buildings and infrastructure and had his own company in Purplemere called Railway Enthusiast.
But when the Mornington Estate exercised its option to purchase Mornington Field from the MOD it also acquired all the buildings and infrastructure on the airfield itself as well as 29 houses in the village formally used as quarters for military personnel.
Plans were immediately drawn up to optimize the newly acquired assets the moment the property was formally handed over on the 1st of June 2014.
The St George family were the guardians of the Mornington Estate, and the head of the family is Baron Gabriel St George, and his architect friend Scott Collier was tasked with designing appropriate conversions to maximize the potential returns and enhance the benefits to the village with new commercial premises that were set to open on Mornington Field in the following January and Railway Enthusiast moved to Block A on Mornington Field April 11th 2015.
At the same time Dennis moved into apartment 4 of Lancaster House, which was converted from the old Officers Mess and once he was living there he was on hand to give his sister in law Angela some support while at the same time alleviating her loneliness.
Norman Walker was almost 40 while half-brother Dennis was 2 years younger, the same age as Norman’s wife Angela.
There were two problems with the Walker family dynamic, firstly Norman was always away from home and the second was that Dennis fancied the pants off his half-brother’s neglected wife.
After he moved to the village Dennis often popped round to the Walker’s, evenings, weekends or on his days off, and at Norman’s request he was expected to go round when he was away to give Angela some company.
He looked forward to the time he spent in Manorside and she came to count the minutes until she saw him again.
However nothing ever happened between them other than mutual admiration, but it was only a matter of time before that changed.
Dennis had been living and working in Mornington for over a year when that time materialised.
(Part 02)
Dennis looked forward to the time he spent in Morningside and she came to count the minutes until she saw him again.
However nothing ever happened between them other than mutual admiration, but it was only a matter of time before that changed.
Dennis had been living and working in Mornington for over a year when that time materialised.
It was a glorious Saturday in June when Dennis Thorpe left his Apartment in Lancaster House, and it was just after 1.00pm by the time he got to his half-brother Norman’s house in Dulcet Mill Lane, it was only a short stroll as he only lived a stone’s throw away.
He got to the house just after lunch and he was fully expecting Norman to be there as it was a Saturday, but on his arrival he was told he had been called to a meeting in Sharpington and as their daughter Andrea was round at a friend’s house it was to be him and Angela for lunch.
Angela looked gorgeous in a yellow summer dress, he had always admired her figure, especially when she was wearing a dress, he found it hard to believe that she’d given birth with such a slim figure and he had always thought her legs were stunning.
“Do you want a beer?” she asked
“Yes please” he replied
He perhaps shouldn’t have had one as he hadn’t eaten since 9 o’clock the night before but it was a hot day and he was thirsty and he had another two before she brought him out a sandwich, so understandably he was a little light headed.
Angela also had a sandwich accompanied by a large glass of wine which she had just refilled.
The resulting light headedness he felt was probably why he allowed his desire for his sister in law to escape from the bottle, as he began flirting with her in the bright June sunshine and Angela played along and flirted back because she was on her third glass of wine.
So he flirted even more and she responded in kind but neither of them expected things to go to another level entirely and nobody was more surprised than Dennis was when he found himself kissing her and she was responding with vigour, in fact all at once Angela was all over him and he needed no encouragement whatsoever to join in and due to them both drinking too much on an empty stomach the kissing turned to fumbling and the fumbling to petting with the end result being that they made love al fresco in the secluded garden.
After making love on the lawn they stayed entwined for about a minute panting hard and then she said.
“I’ve waited 8 years for that”
“Was it worth waiting for?” he asked as he rolled onto his back
“Oh yes, very definitely” she cooed as she put her head on his chest
(Part 03)
After the remarkable June afternoon when Dennis Thorpe made love to his half-brothers wife Angela, for the first time, al fresco in their secluded garden, Angela had avoided him.
She had blanked him in the street and made excuses to break longstanding arrangements, and ignored his calls and texts, so when he spotted her one Saturday, two weeks after they made love, when she was walking towards the shops, so he followed her, and when she came to a halt by the church bridge he approached her on her blindside so she couldn’t run off and when he was a few feet away he said
“There you are, I thought you were avoiding me”
Angela jumped and immediately became flustered
“No not at all” she corrected him
“I think you have,” he corrected her
“I haven’t been avoiding you exactly but I thought we needed some distance” She explained “I feel guilty for what we did”
“You don’t need to feel guilty Angela, I seduced you remember” he said
“I don’t feel guilty because it happened” She said “I wanted you, I had wanted you for 8 years, I dreamed of that moment”
“Then why?” he asked
“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she replied and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband, so it can never happen again”
He thought she may have loved Norman once but he doubted that was the case at that moment in time.
Norman was often away on business and when he wasn’t he was in the pub.
Dennis knew that Angela was lonely which to his mind she didn’t deserve.
She tried to move away but he put his hand on her shoulder, preventing her and said.
“Please don’t avoid me Angela, seeing you is important to me, don’t deny me that”
“I won’t” she said, “I promise, but I still feel guilty, so I meant what I said, it can’t happen again”
“That just makes me want you even more” he retorted as he watched her walk away and as he walked home he wasn’t very confident he would pleasure her again, but he was wrong and he would have been surprised just how soon he was proven wrong.
It was the next day and he had been to Church at St Winifred’s and he had only been back in his apartment for ten minutes when she knocked on his door.
“Hello” he said
“Hi” Angela responded “Can I come in?”
“Of course” he replied and stepped aside so she could enter then he just stood looking at her and smiling
“What’s the matter?” she asked
“You’re wearing the yellow dress” he said
“I know” she remarked and blushed, as she knew he was remembering the time in her secluded garden when she last wore it, so she slipped off the dress and let it fall to the floor.
He instantly appraised the beautiful woman he loved standing before him semi naked.
“Wow” he exclaimed and then she suddenly became self-conscious under his gaze and threw herself into him, and her mouth sought out his and found it.
“Make love to me like before,” she implored him “make every fibre of my body tingle”
“Are you sure?” he asked between kisses “I thought you felt guilty”
“Well I did” Angela replied and wrapped herself around him
“What about you being a wife and mother” he said “and you said you loved your husband”
“I did love him until I found out he’s been having an affair with some tart in Sharpington for the last five years” she retorted
“Oh, well in that case come with me” Dennis said and led her by the hand to his bedroom.
Mornington-By-Mere was not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale and there were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere road and Dulcets Lane which formed the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and the Walker family lived at number 4 Dulcet Mill Lane.
It was the house that 38 year old Angela was born in, which she now shared with her Purplemere born husband Norman and 19 year old daughter Andrea, and to the casual observer they were a happy family but all was not as it seems.
Norman was a successful Architect, in fact he was too successful, and that success kept him away from home more and more and as a result Angela was terribly lonely.
She had her daughter Andrea who she loved very much but she was overly protective to her because she was painfully shy.
Thankfully Angela had Dennis for support.
Dennis Thorpe was Norman Walker’s half-brother and he was a very gifted craftsman who among other things was a Model Engine Maker, as well as making rolling stock, buildings and infrastructure and had his own company in Purplemere called Railway Enthusiast.
But when the Mornington Estate exercised its option to purchase Mornington Field from the MOD it also acquired all the buildings and infrastructure on the airfield itself as well as 29 houses in the village formally used as quarters for military personnel.
Plans were immediately drawn up to optimize the newly acquired assets the moment the property was formally handed over on the 1st of June 2014.
The St George family were the guardians of the Mornington Estate, and the head of the family is Baron Gabriel St George, and his architect friend Scott Collier was tasked with designing appropriate conversions to maximize the potential returns and enhance the benefits to the village with new commercial premises that were set to open on Mornington Field in the following January and Railway Enthusiast moved to Block A on Mornington Field April 11th 2015.
At the same time Dennis moved into apartment 4 of Lancaster House, which was converted from the old Officers Mess and once he was living there he was on hand to give his sister in law Angela some support while at the same time alleviating her loneliness.
Norman Walker was almost 40 while half-brother Dennis was 2 years younger, the same age as Norman’s wife Angela.
There were two problems with the Walker family dynamic, firstly Norman was always away from home and the second was that Dennis fancied the pants off his half-brother’s neglected wife.
After he moved to the village Dennis often popped round to the Walker’s, evenings, weekends or on his days off, and at Norman’s request he was expected to go round when he was away to give Angela some company.
He looked forward to the time he spent in Manorside and she came to count the minutes until she saw him again.
However nothing ever happened between them other than mutual admiration, but it was only a matter of time before that changed.
Dennis had been living and working in Mornington for over a year when that time materialised.
(Part 02)
Dennis looked forward to the time he spent in Morningside and she came to count the minutes until she saw him again.
However nothing ever happened between them other than mutual admiration, but it was only a matter of time before that changed.
Dennis had been living and working in Mornington for over a year when that time materialised.
It was a glorious Saturday in June when Dennis Thorpe left his Apartment in Lancaster House, and it was just after 1.00pm by the time he got to his half-brother Norman’s house in Dulcet Mill Lane, it was only a short stroll as he only lived a stone’s throw away.
He got to the house just after lunch and he was fully expecting Norman to be there as it was a Saturday, but on his arrival he was told he had been called to a meeting in Sharpington and as their daughter Andrea was round at a friend’s house it was to be him and Angela for lunch.
Angela looked gorgeous in a yellow summer dress, he had always admired her figure, especially when she was wearing a dress, he found it hard to believe that she’d given birth with such a slim figure and he had always thought her legs were stunning.
“Do you want a beer?” she asked
“Yes please” he replied
He perhaps shouldn’t have had one as he hadn’t eaten since 9 o’clock the night before but it was a hot day and he was thirsty and he had another two before she brought him out a sandwich, so understandably he was a little light headed.
Angela also had a sandwich accompanied by a large glass of wine which she had just refilled.
The resulting light headedness he felt was probably why he allowed his desire for his sister in law to escape from the bottle, as he began flirting with her in the bright June sunshine and Angela played along and flirted back because she was on her third glass of wine.
So he flirted even more and she responded in kind but neither of them expected things to go to another level entirely and nobody was more surprised than Dennis was when he found himself kissing her and she was responding with vigour, in fact all at once Angela was all over him and he needed no encouragement whatsoever to join in and due to them both drinking too much on an empty stomach the kissing turned to fumbling and the fumbling to petting with the end result being that they made love al fresco in the secluded garden.
After making love on the lawn they stayed entwined for about a minute panting hard and then she said.
“I’ve waited 8 years for that”
“Was it worth waiting for?” he asked as he rolled onto his back
“Oh yes, very definitely” she cooed as she put her head on his chest
(Part 03)
After the remarkable June afternoon when Dennis Thorpe made love to his half-brothers wife Angela, for the first time, al fresco in their secluded garden, Angela had avoided him.
She had blanked him in the street and made excuses to break longstanding arrangements, and ignored his calls and texts, so when he spotted her one Saturday, two weeks after they made love, when she was walking towards the shops, so he followed her, and when she came to a halt by the church bridge he approached her on her blindside so she couldn’t run off and when he was a few feet away he said
“There you are, I thought you were avoiding me”
Angela jumped and immediately became flustered
“No not at all” she corrected him
“I think you have,” he corrected her
“I haven’t been avoiding you exactly but I thought we needed some distance” She explained “I feel guilty for what we did”
“You don’t need to feel guilty Angela, I seduced you remember” he said
“I don’t feel guilty because it happened” She said “I wanted you, I had wanted you for 8 years, I dreamed of that moment”
“Then why?” he asked
“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she replied and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband, so it can never happen again”
He thought she may have loved Norman once but he doubted that was the case at that moment in time.
Norman was often away on business and when he wasn’t he was in the pub.
Dennis knew that Angela was lonely which to his mind she didn’t deserve.
She tried to move away but he put his hand on her shoulder, preventing her and said.
“Please don’t avoid me Angela, seeing you is important to me, don’t deny me that”
“I won’t” she said, “I promise, but I still feel guilty, so I meant what I said, it can’t happen again”
“That just makes me want you even more” he retorted as he watched her walk away and as he walked home he wasn’t very confident he would pleasure her again, but he was wrong and he would have been surprised just how soon he was proven wrong.
It was the next day and he had been to Church at St Winifred’s and he had only been back in his apartment for ten minutes when she knocked on his door.
“Hello” he said
“Hi” Angela responded “Can I come in?”
“Of course” he replied and stepped aside so she could enter then he just stood looking at her and smiling
“What’s the matter?” she asked
“You’re wearing the yellow dress” he said
“I know” she remarked and blushed, as she knew he was remembering the time in her secluded garden when she last wore it, so she slipped off the dress and let it fall to the floor.
He instantly appraised the beautiful woman he loved standing before him semi naked.
“Wow” he exclaimed and then she suddenly became self-conscious under his gaze and threw herself into him, and her mouth sought out his and found it.
“Make love to me like before,” she implored him “make every fibre of my body tingle”
“Are you sure?” he asked between kisses “I thought you felt guilty”
“Well I did” Angela replied and wrapped herself around him
“What about you being a wife and mother” he said “and you said you loved your husband”
“I did love him until I found out he’s been having an affair with some tart in Sharpington for the last five years” she retorted
“Oh, well in that case come with me” Dennis said and led her by the hand to his bedroom.
Mornington-By-Mere – (54) The Student and the Teacher
(Part 01)
When the Mornington Estate exercised its option to purchase Mornington Field from the MOD it also acquired all the buildings and infrastructure on the airfield itself as well as 29 houses in the village formally used as quarters for military personnel.
The buildings on the airfield itself were to be converted in commercial premised while the former married quarters were soon available to rent.
30 year old single mother Kirsty Martin moved into number 2, Military Row, with her six year old daughter Sasha on the 18th of July, to live with her older sister Lianne.
After she and her boyfriend split up she and her daughter moved in with Lianne in Finchbottom but it was a bit cramped in her flat so when the opportunity of a house in Mornington presented itself Lianne snapped it up.
Lianne worked in Finchbottom for Downshire Denticare and divided her time between there and Mornington she had always loved the village and had often dreamed of living there but never dared hope that it might actually happen.
She couldn’t imagine why no one else was prepared to work there but she didn’t think about it often after all their loss was very much her gain.
So a three bedroom house in Mornington was manna from heaven and they all loved living there and Kirsty was thrilled to be away from Finchbottom and Sasha loved having her own room.
Sasha was also looking forward to starting at the village school in September and Kirsty hoped to get part time work up at Mornington Field once the premises were let.
As it turned out she didn’t need to wait that long as she managed to get a part time job as a classroom assistant at the village school which suited her down to the ground.
The only downside for Lianne living in Mornington was having to journey to Finchbottom three days a week and battle through the rush hour traffic on the Expressway.
She would have liked to work all week in Mornington but there just wasn’t enough dentistry required for that.
But her tortuous journeys turned out to be relatively short lived as at the beginning of November she was asked to work at the Highfinch practice for three days a week instead of Finchbottom and she didn’t need asking twice.
It was further to drive than Finchbottom but it was a much easier one and because of the greater distance the company had agreed to provide bed and breakfast accommodation in Highfinch which meant for Lianne that for her three days she would be able to stay over for two nights on expenses, so she thought she had really landed on her feet.
This turn of events was also welcomed by Kirsty as it meant that she and Sasha had the house to themselves for the best part of three days a week and that circumstance led rather serendipitously to a chain of events that would change her life for ever.
(Part 02)
Kirsty Martin was a 30 year old single mother who differed from her older sister in almost every way, she was tall while Lianne stood 4ft 10 in her socks, Kirsty’s hair was dark and luscious and her sisters was mousy and wayward, she had penetrating green eyes while Lianne’s were grey and a bit squinty, Kirsty had a strong jawline and perfect cheekbones, and her sister had a pointy chin with a mole on it.
She had perfect skin and a marvellous smile and Lianne had a face full of freckles and her smile was lopsided.
Kirsty had a perfect figure and was quite athletic, Lianne on the other hand did not, she was slim though and despite her imperfections she was not unattractive but she was not sporty by any stretch of the imagination.
Kirsty could get herself ready in no time flat and not have a single hair out of place while her sister would spend an age getting ready and still managed to look like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards.
The result of her appearance, despite having a daughter, meant that she was widely regarded in the village as a bit of a milf, but she had her doubts about that because if any of the red bloodied men in Mornington truly thought of her in that way then they were not banging on her door to tell her so.
She would have liked to meet someone as there hadn’t been anyone in her life since she split up with her boyfriend in Finchbottom, but little did she know that she was about to blossom into a brunette haired cougar.
She had a job at the village school working part time as a classroom assistant which fitted in well with her because her daughter Sasha was of school age.
Kirsty was always home by 2.30pm which gave her an hour of sanity time before she had to go out and pick Sasha up.
If there were days when she had to work outside of school hours, and Lianne was in Highfinch, one of her neighbours, Susan Newbold, at number 13, would babysit for her.
It wasn’t often and it wasn’t usually for long but one day in May Sasha was at home all day for an inset day and Kirsty had to go to school.
Susan, not for the first time, stepped into the breach and looked after her daughter for her.
Unfortunately things at the school didn’t go as well as planned, so as a result she was half an hour late getting home and when she walked through her front door she was instantly greeted by her excited daughter.
“Mummy, mummy” Sasha called “I’m playing with Alan”
“Are you darling?” she said not knowing who the hell Alan was.
“Come on, you can play too” Sasha added
Kirsty was led by her excited daughter into the lounge where she found Alan Newbold sitting on the floor in the middle of an assortment of toys, Alan was Susan’s eldest son, just back from
University after completing his second year.
He was tall, broad and muscular with a sportsman’s physique, brown curly hair that fell on his face, brown eyes, a square jaw and a dimple, in short Kirsty thought he was gorgeous.
“Oh hi Alan” Kirsty said
(Part 03)
Kirsty was led by her excited daughter into the lounge where she found Alan Newbold sitting on the floor in the middle of an assortment of toys, Alan was Susan’s eldest son, just back from
University after completing his second year.
He was tall, broad and muscular with a sportsman’s physique, brown curly hair that fell on his face, brown eyes, a square jaw and a dimple, in short Kirsty thought he was gorgeous.
“Oh hi Alan” Kirsty said
“Hello Mrs Martin” he said “Mum asked me to take over as she had to get to the Doctors”
“I’m not a Mrs” she said “Please call me Kirsty”
“Ok Kirsty”
“Is she behaving?” she asked
“Oh yes we’re having great fun” he said
“Come on mum you can play with Alan too” Sasha said
And she took a moment or two to consider what it might be like to play with Alan on the floor, but then she said
“I think Alan probably wants to go home”
“I’m in no rush” he said “if there’s stuff you need to do”
“Well if you could just entertain Sasha while I get her tea” she said “I would be very grateful”
“No problem” he said amiably
Alan continued to play with the Sasha for another 45 minutes while Kirsty cooked her tea and when she called her to the table Sasha thanked him for looking after her and then kissed and hugged Alan goodbye.
“I wouldn’t mind doing that myself” Kirsty thought as she watched the well-toned 20 year old hug her daughter.
As Sasha ran past her into the kitchen he brushed his brown curly hair off his face and smiled.
“You can brush my hair with that hand anytime you want” she said in her head, but out loud she said
“Thank you so much Alan”
“My pleasure” he remarked as he stepped out the door
“You could be my pleasure” she thought as she closed it behind him.
As May drifted into June Alan frequently babysat for Sasha and Kirsty looked forward to the days she would walk in the house and he would be there playing with her daughter.
Then one night after Kirsty had put Sasha to bed she had a long relaxing bath and was on the way downstairs to a well-earned glass of wine when there was a knock on the front door.
“Damn” she exclaimed
She was wearing her white fluffy bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head like a turban and was hoping if she opened the door like that it would deter whoever it was from disturbing her for long.
“Hello” Alan said as she opened the door
“Oh hello” Kirsty replied but inside her head she was screaming in her head “I look like a washer woman and I’m not wearing makeup, so I look like an old haggard washer woman”
“I left my phone here earlier” he explained “Would you mind if I look for it?”
“Not at all” she said wishing she had gotten dressed “Come in”
“Where do you think it might be?” Kirsty asked
“Down the right hand side of the seat pad on the sofa” he replied and she walked over to the sofa and bent over and delved between the seat pad and the arm.
“You were right” she said producing his phone
(Part 04)
As Kirsty answered the was wearing her white fluffy bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head like a turban and was hoping if she opened the door like that it would deter whoever it was from disturbing her for long.
“Hello” Alan said as she opened the door
“Oh hello” Kirsty replied but inside her head she was screaming in her head “I look like a washer woman and I’m not wearing makeup, so I look like an old haggard washer woman”
“I left my phone here earlier” he explained “Would you mind if I look for it?”
“Not at all” she said wishing she had gotten dressed “Come in”
“Where do you think it might be?” Kirsty asked
“Down the right hand side of the seat pad on the sofa” he replied and she walked over to the sofa and bent over and delved between the seat pad and the arm.
“You were right” she said producing his phone
“I know” he responded “Because I put it there”
“Oh I see” she said and smiled and then she processed what he’d said and corrected herself
“No I don’t see”
“I put it there so I would have a reason to come back” he enlightened her
“Why would you do that?” she asked
“So I could do this” he replied and leant in and kissed her lips softly and she instantly responded.
As the kiss continued it grew quickly in intensity, it was a moment he had dreamed of since she first arrived in the village, he had at first admired her and then he wanted her and she featured prominently in his dreams.
For her part Kirsty was just enjoying the attentions of a man, the first such attention she had received in a very long time, and she hoped it wouldn’t end with a kiss and she was not disappointed, because he made love to her on the floor in the very spot where he had played with Sasha and she had been so envious as she watched.
So as she had hoped it didn’t end with a kiss, and she was not disappointed at that either.
“That was very unexpected” she exclaimed as they cuddled on the sofa and drank a glass of wine “and very nice”
After a little while of reflective silence and half a bottle of wine she broke the silence and said to him.
“I think as you’re home for the summer we should try to do something to keep you occupied, which might also help to turn very nice into bloody marvellous”
She giggled at her brazen behavior while he just smiled at the prospect of enjoying her again.
As a result of that first evening together they began an affair that filled their every waking thought during the summer, they would meet at her house when she got home from work in that precious time before Sasha came home from school or if she wasn’t working they would spend the whole day together.
(Part 05)
All summer long they spent precious time together but it became increasingly more difficult to find the time for intimacy as the school holidays wiped out their regular afternoon delights and with the long summer evenings Sasha was taking longer and longer to settle.
So rather than getting together 5 afternoons a week they struggled to do one, but that said they still managed to make the most of what little time they had to themselves.
However as the summer days slipped slowly and inexorably towards Autumn Kirsty thought their passionate love affair would come to an end when the summer did and he returned to University.
On the last day of his summer break he wanted to say goodbye so he showered, dressed and went downstairs and slipped out the door, but someone else got to Kirsty’s house first, the washing machine engineer.
He knew it would probably be an hour before he was done so he decided he would try going for a walk first and after traipsing around the village for over an hour he headed to Kirsty’s again.
The engineer’s van passed him as he walked back towards the house so he was feeling hopeful as he used the spare key and let himself in and he found Kirsty standing at the kitchen sink watching Sasha playing in the garden.
“Hello gorgeous” he said as he crept up behind her, but she didn’t say anything in response because she was crying but she turned around and buried her face in his chest instead.
“Why are you crying?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Because I’m really going to miss you” she sobbed “and because it’s over”
“What’s over?” he asked
“Us” she replied snottily
“What makes you think it’s over?” Alan asked
“Because you’re going away” she retorted “and you’ll be with all the pretty girls your own age”
“This isn’t the end” he assured her “it’s the beginning”
“What?” she asked as she looked up at him through tear filled eyes.
“I don’t want it to end” he said “and I don’t want one of the “pretty” girls my own age, I want you because I’m in love with you”
“You are?” she asked in disbelief
“Yes and I thought you were in love with me” he said
“I am” she confessed
“Then why should it be over?” he asked but she didn’t reply because her mouth was over his.
The affair continued in secret during his last year at University, although it was more emotional than physical for the most part although they still had their moments when the opportunity presented itself.
They didn’t make their relationship public until after he had finished his third year and the announcement caused more than a few ripples in Mornington.
Her sister Lianne was delighted as was her daughter Sasha but the reception was more lukewarm from many in the village and the ripple took on tsunami sized proportions in his mum Susan’s eyes.
However after the dust settled and it became clear that the relationship was not a mere infatuation and a year after their coming out they were married at St Winifred’s.
When the Mornington Estate exercised its option to purchase Mornington Field from the MOD it also acquired all the buildings and infrastructure on the airfield itself as well as 29 houses in the village formally used as quarters for military personnel.
The buildings on the airfield itself were to be converted in commercial premised while the former married quarters were soon available to rent.
30 year old single mother Kirsty Martin moved into number 2, Military Row, with her six year old daughter Sasha on the 18th of July, to live with her older sister Lianne.
After she and her boyfriend split up she and her daughter moved in with Lianne in Finchbottom but it was a bit cramped in her flat so when the opportunity of a house in Mornington presented itself Lianne snapped it up.
Lianne worked in Finchbottom for Downshire Denticare and divided her time between there and Mornington she had always loved the village and had often dreamed of living there but never dared hope that it might actually happen.
She couldn’t imagine why no one else was prepared to work there but she didn’t think about it often after all their loss was very much her gain.
So a three bedroom house in Mornington was manna from heaven and they all loved living there and Kirsty was thrilled to be away from Finchbottom and Sasha loved having her own room.
Sasha was also looking forward to starting at the village school in September and Kirsty hoped to get part time work up at Mornington Field once the premises were let.
As it turned out she didn’t need to wait that long as she managed to get a part time job as a classroom assistant at the village school which suited her down to the ground.
The only downside for Lianne living in Mornington was having to journey to Finchbottom three days a week and battle through the rush hour traffic on the Expressway.
She would have liked to work all week in Mornington but there just wasn’t enough dentistry required for that.
But her tortuous journeys turned out to be relatively short lived as at the beginning of November she was asked to work at the Highfinch practice for three days a week instead of Finchbottom and she didn’t need asking twice.
It was further to drive than Finchbottom but it was a much easier one and because of the greater distance the company had agreed to provide bed and breakfast accommodation in Highfinch which meant for Lianne that for her three days she would be able to stay over for two nights on expenses, so she thought she had really landed on her feet.
This turn of events was also welcomed by Kirsty as it meant that she and Sasha had the house to themselves for the best part of three days a week and that circumstance led rather serendipitously to a chain of events that would change her life for ever.
(Part 02)
Kirsty Martin was a 30 year old single mother who differed from her older sister in almost every way, she was tall while Lianne stood 4ft 10 in her socks, Kirsty’s hair was dark and luscious and her sisters was mousy and wayward, she had penetrating green eyes while Lianne’s were grey and a bit squinty, Kirsty had a strong jawline and perfect cheekbones, and her sister had a pointy chin with a mole on it.
She had perfect skin and a marvellous smile and Lianne had a face full of freckles and her smile was lopsided.
Kirsty had a perfect figure and was quite athletic, Lianne on the other hand did not, she was slim though and despite her imperfections she was not unattractive but she was not sporty by any stretch of the imagination.
Kirsty could get herself ready in no time flat and not have a single hair out of place while her sister would spend an age getting ready and still managed to look like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards.
The result of her appearance, despite having a daughter, meant that she was widely regarded in the village as a bit of a milf, but she had her doubts about that because if any of the red bloodied men in Mornington truly thought of her in that way then they were not banging on her door to tell her so.
She would have liked to meet someone as there hadn’t been anyone in her life since she split up with her boyfriend in Finchbottom, but little did she know that she was about to blossom into a brunette haired cougar.
She had a job at the village school working part time as a classroom assistant which fitted in well with her because her daughter Sasha was of school age.
Kirsty was always home by 2.30pm which gave her an hour of sanity time before she had to go out and pick Sasha up.
If there were days when she had to work outside of school hours, and Lianne was in Highfinch, one of her neighbours, Susan Newbold, at number 13, would babysit for her.
It wasn’t often and it wasn’t usually for long but one day in May Sasha was at home all day for an inset day and Kirsty had to go to school.
Susan, not for the first time, stepped into the breach and looked after her daughter for her.
Unfortunately things at the school didn’t go as well as planned, so as a result she was half an hour late getting home and when she walked through her front door she was instantly greeted by her excited daughter.
“Mummy, mummy” Sasha called “I’m playing with Alan”
“Are you darling?” she said not knowing who the hell Alan was.
“Come on, you can play too” Sasha added
Kirsty was led by her excited daughter into the lounge where she found Alan Newbold sitting on the floor in the middle of an assortment of toys, Alan was Susan’s eldest son, just back from
University after completing his second year.
He was tall, broad and muscular with a sportsman’s physique, brown curly hair that fell on his face, brown eyes, a square jaw and a dimple, in short Kirsty thought he was gorgeous.
“Oh hi Alan” Kirsty said
(Part 03)
Kirsty was led by her excited daughter into the lounge where she found Alan Newbold sitting on the floor in the middle of an assortment of toys, Alan was Susan’s eldest son, just back from
University after completing his second year.
He was tall, broad and muscular with a sportsman’s physique, brown curly hair that fell on his face, brown eyes, a square jaw and a dimple, in short Kirsty thought he was gorgeous.
“Oh hi Alan” Kirsty said
“Hello Mrs Martin” he said “Mum asked me to take over as she had to get to the Doctors”
“I’m not a Mrs” she said “Please call me Kirsty”
“Ok Kirsty”
“Is she behaving?” she asked
“Oh yes we’re having great fun” he said
“Come on mum you can play with Alan too” Sasha said
And she took a moment or two to consider what it might be like to play with Alan on the floor, but then she said
“I think Alan probably wants to go home”
“I’m in no rush” he said “if there’s stuff you need to do”
“Well if you could just entertain Sasha while I get her tea” she said “I would be very grateful”
“No problem” he said amiably
Alan continued to play with the Sasha for another 45 minutes while Kirsty cooked her tea and when she called her to the table Sasha thanked him for looking after her and then kissed and hugged Alan goodbye.
“I wouldn’t mind doing that myself” Kirsty thought as she watched the well-toned 20 year old hug her daughter.
As Sasha ran past her into the kitchen he brushed his brown curly hair off his face and smiled.
“You can brush my hair with that hand anytime you want” she said in her head, but out loud she said
“Thank you so much Alan”
“My pleasure” he remarked as he stepped out the door
“You could be my pleasure” she thought as she closed it behind him.
As May drifted into June Alan frequently babysat for Sasha and Kirsty looked forward to the days she would walk in the house and he would be there playing with her daughter.
Then one night after Kirsty had put Sasha to bed she had a long relaxing bath and was on the way downstairs to a well-earned glass of wine when there was a knock on the front door.
“Damn” she exclaimed
She was wearing her white fluffy bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head like a turban and was hoping if she opened the door like that it would deter whoever it was from disturbing her for long.
“Hello” Alan said as she opened the door
“Oh hello” Kirsty replied but inside her head she was screaming in her head “I look like a washer woman and I’m not wearing makeup, so I look like an old haggard washer woman”
“I left my phone here earlier” he explained “Would you mind if I look for it?”
“Not at all” she said wishing she had gotten dressed “Come in”
“Where do you think it might be?” Kirsty asked
“Down the right hand side of the seat pad on the sofa” he replied and she walked over to the sofa and bent over and delved between the seat pad and the arm.
“You were right” she said producing his phone
(Part 04)
As Kirsty answered the was wearing her white fluffy bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head like a turban and was hoping if she opened the door like that it would deter whoever it was from disturbing her for long.
“Hello” Alan said as she opened the door
“Oh hello” Kirsty replied but inside her head she was screaming in her head “I look like a washer woman and I’m not wearing makeup, so I look like an old haggard washer woman”
“I left my phone here earlier” he explained “Would you mind if I look for it?”
“Not at all” she said wishing she had gotten dressed “Come in”
“Where do you think it might be?” Kirsty asked
“Down the right hand side of the seat pad on the sofa” he replied and she walked over to the sofa and bent over and delved between the seat pad and the arm.
“You were right” she said producing his phone
“I know” he responded “Because I put it there”
“Oh I see” she said and smiled and then she processed what he’d said and corrected herself
“No I don’t see”
“I put it there so I would have a reason to come back” he enlightened her
“Why would you do that?” she asked
“So I could do this” he replied and leant in and kissed her lips softly and she instantly responded.
As the kiss continued it grew quickly in intensity, it was a moment he had dreamed of since she first arrived in the village, he had at first admired her and then he wanted her and she featured prominently in his dreams.
For her part Kirsty was just enjoying the attentions of a man, the first such attention she had received in a very long time, and she hoped it wouldn’t end with a kiss and she was not disappointed, because he made love to her on the floor in the very spot where he had played with Sasha and she had been so envious as she watched.
So as she had hoped it didn’t end with a kiss, and she was not disappointed at that either.
“That was very unexpected” she exclaimed as they cuddled on the sofa and drank a glass of wine “and very nice”
After a little while of reflective silence and half a bottle of wine she broke the silence and said to him.
“I think as you’re home for the summer we should try to do something to keep you occupied, which might also help to turn very nice into bloody marvellous”
She giggled at her brazen behavior while he just smiled at the prospect of enjoying her again.
As a result of that first evening together they began an affair that filled their every waking thought during the summer, they would meet at her house when she got home from work in that precious time before Sasha came home from school or if she wasn’t working they would spend the whole day together.
(Part 05)
All summer long they spent precious time together but it became increasingly more difficult to find the time for intimacy as the school holidays wiped out their regular afternoon delights and with the long summer evenings Sasha was taking longer and longer to settle.
So rather than getting together 5 afternoons a week they struggled to do one, but that said they still managed to make the most of what little time they had to themselves.
However as the summer days slipped slowly and inexorably towards Autumn Kirsty thought their passionate love affair would come to an end when the summer did and he returned to University.
On the last day of his summer break he wanted to say goodbye so he showered, dressed and went downstairs and slipped out the door, but someone else got to Kirsty’s house first, the washing machine engineer.
He knew it would probably be an hour before he was done so he decided he would try going for a walk first and after traipsing around the village for over an hour he headed to Kirsty’s again.
The engineer’s van passed him as he walked back towards the house so he was feeling hopeful as he used the spare key and let himself in and he found Kirsty standing at the kitchen sink watching Sasha playing in the garden.
“Hello gorgeous” he said as he crept up behind her, but she didn’t say anything in response because she was crying but she turned around and buried her face in his chest instead.
“Why are you crying?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Because I’m really going to miss you” she sobbed “and because it’s over”
“What’s over?” he asked
“Us” she replied snottily
“What makes you think it’s over?” Alan asked
“Because you’re going away” she retorted “and you’ll be with all the pretty girls your own age”
“This isn’t the end” he assured her “it’s the beginning”
“What?” she asked as she looked up at him through tear filled eyes.
“I don’t want it to end” he said “and I don’t want one of the “pretty” girls my own age, I want you because I’m in love with you”
“You are?” she asked in disbelief
“Yes and I thought you were in love with me” he said
“I am” she confessed
“Then why should it be over?” he asked but she didn’t reply because her mouth was over his.
The affair continued in secret during his last year at University, although it was more emotional than physical for the most part although they still had their moments when the opportunity presented itself.
They didn’t make their relationship public until after he had finished his third year and the announcement caused more than a few ripples in Mornington.
Her sister Lianne was delighted as was her daughter Sasha but the reception was more lukewarm from many in the village and the ripple took on tsunami sized proportions in his mum Susan’s eyes.
However after the dust settled and it became clear that the relationship was not a mere infatuation and a year after their coming out they were married at St Winifred’s.
Thursday, 11 May 2017
Mornington-By-Mere – (53) Strangers on a Train
(Part 01)
The Varney’s lived in the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
Which was a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
He lived and worked up at Mornington Field which had once been an RAF base but had been converted into a mixture of commercial and residential units.
They lived in one of the Cottages in Dulcet Mill Lane, number 5, in the part of the Village known as Manorside and they had lived there together all of the married life.
70 year old George was employed at the Mornington Brewery before he retired while his wife Tracey was a stay at home mum, raising their six children.
They were obviously all grown up now and most of them had children of their own and were now in every corner of Downshire.
In the summer of 2016 it was to be their fiftieth wedding anniversary and as a special surprise for his wife he had booked the Finchbottom Flyer, a renovated steam engine and coaches, which ran from Sharping St Mary along a section of preserved track that was very significant to them both and the whole family were going to be aboard for the celebration.
Their story began far back in the previous century in April 1965 when during the final days of the age of steam, the Sharpington to Abbottsford train rattled its way through the Finchbottom Vale late on a Monday night.
George Varney had spent the Bank Holiday Monday with a couple of mates in the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, where they inhabited the Victorian Pier, and played crazy golf, frittered away their time in the numerous amusement arcades and of course rode the rides in the Sharpington Fun Park, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper.
But Harry and Len didn’t leave when he did as they had pulled a couple of local girls so they decided to get the milk train back the next morning.
George was nineteen years old and had no hard feelings over his friends getting lucky he had had his chance but he declined what was on offer, he wasn’t looking for knee trembler in an alleyway or a bunk up under the pier, he was looking for something or someone a little more wholesome.
So he left his friends to their cheap thrills with their cheap slutty girls and got the train home.
When he reached the station the train was already on the platform so he got aboard and slammed the door behind him and walked down the corridor and went into the first compartment he came to.
When he slid the door closed he sat down and found himself seated opposite a girl sitting quietly in the corner.
Her name was Tracey Garvey and she had long straight brown hair and was on the plain side of pretty with a heavily freckled face, lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile, which she greeted him with.
George returned the smile and sat down and slowly appraised the short quiet girl in the pale lemon dress and cream cardigan.
Her legs were nice, he thought, sheathed in tan coloured stockings and she had tiny feet, always a bonus for George, small feet.
Although he didn’t know it she was the same age as him and had also spent the day in Sharpington, but in her case she had been visiting a maiden aunt.
They spent the next twenty minutes exchanging glances, his of curiosity, mixed with desire, and hers of coquettishness.
But then the motion of the train began to lull him off, and when the long blinks had set in he slept, and while he slept he dreamt, and his dreams were all about the girl in the lemon dress.
(Part 02)
George and Tracey spent their first twenty minutes together exchanging glances, his of curiosity mixed with desire, and hers of coquettishness.
But then the motion of the train began to lull him off, and when the long blinks had set in he slept, and while he slept he dreamt, and all his dreams were about the girl in the lemon dress.
He was following her, but she was just out of reach and his friends Harry and Len were behind him and they were shouting
“Don’t let her get away, she’s the one”
But he couldn’t catch her, she was always just out of reach, and the dream would have continued in the same vein indefinitely had the sound of a train rattling by in the opposite direction not brought him back and through half opened eyes he saw the girl seated diagonally opposite him across the aisle was also dosing.
He was starting to close his eyes again but he began to think that it may have been providence that had brought him wide awake.
So he rubbed his eyes and forced himself to stay awake and watched the quiet girl across the aisle with her legs drawn up under her and her head resting against the seat back as a smile played about her lips.
“She looks so angelic” he thought as he watched her, and although he didn’t know it as he was watching her, she dreamed a dream of him.
A dream of similar ilk to his own in which her aunt urged her on
“Don’t make the same mistake as I”
The train was just approaching Childean when she suddenly awoke with a look of alarm on her face, she looked out of the window to get her bearings and he said
“We’re just pulling into Childean”
“Oh good” she said and quickly crossed the aisle and sat beside him, smiled coyly and then she kissed him
The kissing came to a halt at the same moment that the train did
“That was very nice….” he began
“Tracey” she said “My name is Tracey”
“That was very nice Tracey” he continued
“I’m George” he said and kissed her on the lips as the guards whistle echoed shrilly
“Is this you’re your station?” he asked
“No” she replied “I’m going to Abbottsford”
“Good, so am I” he said and kissed her again as the train pulled out of the station.
By the time they reached Abbottsford they were no longer strangers as he and the quiet girl in the corner chattered all the way and they only paused in order to kiss again.
Not only were they not strangers anymore but they were also no longer singletons looking for their perfect fit and by the following Easter they were no longer singletons.
The Varney’s lived in the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
Which was a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
He lived and worked up at Mornington Field which had once been an RAF base but had been converted into a mixture of commercial and residential units.
They lived in one of the Cottages in Dulcet Mill Lane, number 5, in the part of the Village known as Manorside and they had lived there together all of the married life.
70 year old George was employed at the Mornington Brewery before he retired while his wife Tracey was a stay at home mum, raising their six children.
They were obviously all grown up now and most of them had children of their own and were now in every corner of Downshire.
In the summer of 2016 it was to be their fiftieth wedding anniversary and as a special surprise for his wife he had booked the Finchbottom Flyer, a renovated steam engine and coaches, which ran from Sharping St Mary along a section of preserved track that was very significant to them both and the whole family were going to be aboard for the celebration.
Their story began far back in the previous century in April 1965 when during the final days of the age of steam, the Sharpington to Abbottsford train rattled its way through the Finchbottom Vale late on a Monday night.
George Varney had spent the Bank Holiday Monday with a couple of mates in the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, where they inhabited the Victorian Pier, and played crazy golf, frittered away their time in the numerous amusement arcades and of course rode the rides in the Sharpington Fun Park, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper.
But Harry and Len didn’t leave when he did as they had pulled a couple of local girls so they decided to get the milk train back the next morning.
George was nineteen years old and had no hard feelings over his friends getting lucky he had had his chance but he declined what was on offer, he wasn’t looking for knee trembler in an alleyway or a bunk up under the pier, he was looking for something or someone a little more wholesome.
So he left his friends to their cheap thrills with their cheap slutty girls and got the train home.
When he reached the station the train was already on the platform so he got aboard and slammed the door behind him and walked down the corridor and went into the first compartment he came to.
When he slid the door closed he sat down and found himself seated opposite a girl sitting quietly in the corner.
Her name was Tracey Garvey and she had long straight brown hair and was on the plain side of pretty with a heavily freckled face, lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile, which she greeted him with.
George returned the smile and sat down and slowly appraised the short quiet girl in the pale lemon dress and cream cardigan.
Her legs were nice, he thought, sheathed in tan coloured stockings and she had tiny feet, always a bonus for George, small feet.
Although he didn’t know it she was the same age as him and had also spent the day in Sharpington, but in her case she had been visiting a maiden aunt.
They spent the next twenty minutes exchanging glances, his of curiosity, mixed with desire, and hers of coquettishness.
But then the motion of the train began to lull him off, and when the long blinks had set in he slept, and while he slept he dreamt, and his dreams were all about the girl in the lemon dress.
(Part 02)
George and Tracey spent their first twenty minutes together exchanging glances, his of curiosity mixed with desire, and hers of coquettishness.
But then the motion of the train began to lull him off, and when the long blinks had set in he slept, and while he slept he dreamt, and all his dreams were about the girl in the lemon dress.
He was following her, but she was just out of reach and his friends Harry and Len were behind him and they were shouting
“Don’t let her get away, she’s the one”
But he couldn’t catch her, she was always just out of reach, and the dream would have continued in the same vein indefinitely had the sound of a train rattling by in the opposite direction not brought him back and through half opened eyes he saw the girl seated diagonally opposite him across the aisle was also dosing.
He was starting to close his eyes again but he began to think that it may have been providence that had brought him wide awake.
So he rubbed his eyes and forced himself to stay awake and watched the quiet girl across the aisle with her legs drawn up under her and her head resting against the seat back as a smile played about her lips.
“She looks so angelic” he thought as he watched her, and although he didn’t know it as he was watching her, she dreamed a dream of him.
A dream of similar ilk to his own in which her aunt urged her on
“Don’t make the same mistake as I”
The train was just approaching Childean when she suddenly awoke with a look of alarm on her face, she looked out of the window to get her bearings and he said
“We’re just pulling into Childean”
“Oh good” she said and quickly crossed the aisle and sat beside him, smiled coyly and then she kissed him
The kissing came to a halt at the same moment that the train did
“That was very nice….” he began
“Tracey” she said “My name is Tracey”
“That was very nice Tracey” he continued
“I’m George” he said and kissed her on the lips as the guards whistle echoed shrilly
“Is this you’re your station?” he asked
“No” she replied “I’m going to Abbottsford”
“Good, so am I” he said and kissed her again as the train pulled out of the station.
By the time they reached Abbottsford they were no longer strangers as he and the quiet girl in the corner chattered all the way and they only paused in order to kiss again.
Not only were they not strangers anymore but they were also no longer singletons looking for their perfect fit and by the following Easter they were no longer singletons.
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