(Part 01)
Quiet and shy 36 year old Holger Isaak lived and worked up at Mornington Field, which was once a fully operational RAF station, and he lived in Apartment 2 of Lancaster House, which had been converted from what was once the bases Officers Mess and he worked as an engineer for Topliss Engineering.
He was not a native of the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere or indeed the Finchbottom Vale which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
Holger was in fact German by birth, from the Neu-Isenburg, a town in the Offenbach district of Hesse, but he and his family moved to Downshire when he was still a baby and he lived in Purplemere for 35 years.
However on first seeing the 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 fell in love with the place, and on starting work for Topliss he fell in love with Lily Mumford.
On one Sunday afternoon he set off from his apartment on a bike ride to the Dulcets, it was only supposed to a quiet cycle in the country, a spot of fresh air and some exercise.
Just a relaxing cycle ride in the countryside was all he had in mind but he soon realised his trip to the Dulcets was ill advised when another rider over took him, but having passed him the other rider failed to leave him in their wake, they just kept pace with him and that was the problem, because the cyclist was a girl dressed in Lycra which fitted her like a second skin, taut and seamless and leaving every contour of her body revealed, each curve, peak and valley.
Every ridge and canyon of the girl’s voluptuous landscape was on show to him and when she stood up in the saddle her immodesty was shown in stark relief, and once seen it could not be unseen and from that moment on he could think of nothing else.
The effect on Holger was immediate and made it very difficult for him to pedal, as a result he slowed down a bit, but to his dismay as he slowed so did she, as if she was enjoying his discomfiture.
All he could do was try and distract himself, firstly by imagining his tormentor was a naked Ann Widdicombe, but that didn’t work so he tried the old favourite passion killer, English Test Cricket, he went through the mental list of the field positions, County Cricket grounds, and the full array of bowling actions he even listed the English team captains from 1960 to the present day but he still couldn’t get the image of the cyclist’s fit arse and camel toe from his mind and if anything it got worse.
So when they approached a layby he decided to stop and let her get ahead of him and also to get himself under control.
But no sooner had he come to a halt and dismounted than he noticed that the fit girl on the bike had turned around and was heading back towards him and the front view of her was just as revealing as the back.
When his eyes finally rose above the level of her obvious attributes he saw that they belonged to Lily Mumford, one of the young engineers at Topliss, who then pulled alongside him, and although he had loved her from the first moment he saw her he had never imagined for a moment that she looked that good out of her boiler suit.
“Hi Holger” she said “is everything ok?”
“Fine” he replied as she dismounted
“You don’t look fine” she pointed out “You look a bit hot and bothered”
“Well it’s a warm day” he said which made her smile
“I think it was the scenery” she said and kissed him and the kiss was as provocative as her outfit and left him breathless and wanting more, but there was no more as she got back on her bike and pedalled off leaving him speechless in her wake.
(Part 02)
Lily Mumford was ten years younger than the object of her affections, quiet and shy Holger Isaak, she figured that age gap combined with his shyness was the reason he had not asked her out.
Despite her sending him all the signals that she was receptive to any advances he might make.
But her efforts were all to no avail which was why she had resorted to more direct action, because the one thing she knew for certain sure was that he wouldn’t make the first move.
She knew he liked her, so it was like pushing against an open door, but it was necessary for her to take the initiative, she also knew he liked to take a cycle ride out in the country on a Sunday afternoon so that was her chance to really catch his eye.
So she donned her most contour hugging and revealing Lycra cycling suit and prepared to strike.
Lily also lived up at the once fully operational RAF station, Mornington Field, and she lived in Apartment 4 of Dowding House, which had been converted from what was once the bases Sergeant’s Mess which was the building next to Lancaster House where Holger Lived.
Dressed for action she kept watch from her apartment until she saw him pedal sedately past and then she went down stairs and set off in pursuit, she didn’t rush or race, she knew she would catch up with him easily enough and she was a very athletic girl.
When she caught up to him she followed on for a few minutes before she overtook him, but once she was in front she slowed down to make sure he got a good look at what was on offer and she kept that up for a couple of miles until they reached a layby in which he had decided to stop, but as soon as she realised he had come to a halt and dismounted she turned around and headed back towards him and she was delighted to see the effect she had had on him.
When she pulled alongside him she said
“Hi Holger, is everything ok?”
“Fine” he replied as she dismounted
“You don’t look fine” she pointed out “You look a bit hot and bothered”
“Well it’s a warm day” he said which made her smile
“I think it was the scenery” she said and kissed him
It was a loin tingling kiss and every iota as wonderful as she had imagined it so many times and it was with some reluctance that she got back on her bike at pedalled off leaving him speechless in her wake.
Lily was feeling very pleased with herself as she rode back to Mornington and she was satisfied with a job well done and was sure that an invitation from him to dinner or a movie was likely to come very soon but she was mistaken as nothing appeared to have changed between them at Topliss Engineering the next day or indeed the day after nor the day after that.
So when she drew a blank again on Thursday she put another plan into operation.
(Part 03)
Lily’s plan to ensnare Holger involved her booking a day’s leave on Friday because she had plans for him at the weekend, although he wasn’t aware of the fact.
What she didn’t know however was when they would be meeting or what they would be doing, and that was proving to be very frustrating because the one thing she knew for certain sure was that he wouldn’t make the first move which was why she was having to take the initiative.
Lily was up early on Friday morning so she could make sure she was out of her building before Holger left his.
He left his apartment and walked towards Topliss and as he turned the corner and he saw Lily outside Dowding House, she smiled at him coyly and he tripped on the edge of a paving slab as he remembered her on the day of the bike ride and the kiss that followed.
Lily giggled, not because he tripped but because she knew by his expression what he was thinking about, which meant she was not barking up the wrong tree, of that she was sure and that made her very happy.
The other thing she was sure of was that she wouldn’t be wearing Lycra on their next meeting, it may have defined her every contour and clearly turned him on, but that wasn’t the purpose of the exercise, the reason was for him to take notice and she had achieved that goal.
And although she was a very athletic girl she wanted him to see that she was also a girl.
Of course he did know she was a girl after all the Lycra left very little to the imagination but it wasn’t really very feminine.
At working she always wore a boiler suit and invariably had a grubby face which was not particularly alluring.
Out in the street that morning she was in a top and jeans which was kind of feminine looking, but not girlie, so she looked at her watch, smiled and went back to her flat to get ready for the next phase of the operation which would happen at lunchtime.
Lily knew where he would be going at lunchtime, because he was a creature of habit, as he always went down to the Old Mill at lunchtime on Friday, where he ordered a sandwich and a non-alcoholic drink.
Lily was rather hoping for her to become one of his regular habits so she changed out of her jeans and top and after a pampering bath, she waxed oiled and powdered herself before slipping herself into a dress.
Lily then liberally applied her most expensive perfume and when she was confident she was as feminine and desirable as it was possible to be in the time available to her she hurried over to the pub.
Holger was sitting alone at a table in the beer garden and she watched the quiet shy man who was ten years older than she was, but that didn’t matter because she loved him, she had from the first moment she saw him when he first walked into the workshop.
“Hello Holger” she said
“Lily!”
“May I?” she asked indicating the seat beside him
“Please” he said and he could instantly picture her sitting there in her figure hugging Lycra outfit and he blushed when he smiled back.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked
“Diet coke please”
He returned a few minutes later and put the drink down in front of her
“Thanks Holger” she said “Did you enjoy the bike ride?”
“Yyyes” he replied
“Me too” Lily said “I’d like to do it again”
“I’ve got a puncture” Holger said
“I didn’t mean the bike ride” she retorted
“Oh” he exclaimed and then went quiet for a minute before adding
“How about now?”
Lily almost choked on her diet coke and then banged the glass down on the table.
“What now?” she said
“Yes” he replied and kissed her
(Part 04)
It was an amazing kiss and it was even more of a loin tingling kiss than the previous one in the layby had been because he had kissed her, but frustratingly when it ended, however reluctantly, he had to leave to get back to work.
She did attempt to rescue the situation by walking back to Mornington Field with him but annoyingly she was highjacked by a group of friends and seperated from Holger as they dragged her into the pub.
Once she accepted the fact that she had lost her chance she decided to drown her sorrows, so by the time Lily left the pub it was three in the afternoon and she was quite merry.
Holger was gutted that Lily’s friends intervened after he had actually had the boldness to kiss her so he spent the afternoon musing over what he should do next and it was during those musings he was brought back to the moment by the persistent ringing of his mobile phone so he grumpily grabbed the phone.
“Hello” he said and then realised it was a text so he pressed accept for the message and was snapped out of his torpor by what he saw on the screen, it was a selfie from Lily wearing a black silk teddy, black silk panties trimmed in lace and black stockings and suspenders.
“Wow” he said and stared at the image open mouthed but he assumed the photo was intended to be a “Bad luck, here’s what you could have won” kind of thing.
When he put the phone down and closed his eyes he remembered the kiss and how wonderful it felt to hold her in his arms.
As he left the building the phone went again and his hand was shaking as he picked it up and when he viewed the text she was peeling a stocking off her left leg and almost immediately he received another one and she was peeling the stocking off the other one.
Holgers head was spinning as he opened his front door and stepped inside as he was at a complete loss what to make of the provocative texts, should he respond to them? How should he respond?
This was completely new territory for him he didn’t know what to do and then he received another selfie and this time she was minus the Teddy and lying face down on the bed.
“I really need to go and see her” Holger said “but I don’t know what I’m going to say though”
He put the phone down and got in the shower and when he got out he quickly dried himself and was partially dressed when his phone went again, it was another picture and this time she was completely naked as she lay on her bed so he quickly got dressed.
He was just slipping his coat on when the phone went again and his hand was shaking as he picked it up, what would the next picture reveal?
But Holger was rather disappointed to see it was just a text which he reluctantly opened, but when he read it his hand was shaking even more.
It read
“Come and get me”
Thursday, 18 May 2017
Mornington-By-Mere – (57) Meeting Michelle
(Part 01)
In the quaint chocolate box English Village of Mornington-By-Mere, which was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale, stood Mornington Manor which was the beating heart of the Mornington Estate.
The Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills and the village is quaint and picturesque, and is 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.
Mornington Manor is the residence of the St George Family, the guardians of the estate, and the head of the Estate and the family is Baron Gabriel St George, who lives at the Manor with his wife Chantel.
The village retained its old English quaintness and its heart and soul into the 21st Century simply because everything in the village is owned by the Mornington estate, and under their stewardship the village has remained traditionally English and has not been allowed to become a soulless haven for hooray Henrys and weekenders with their second homes and country getaways.
The St George family had been landowners in Downshire since the Norman Conquests and at one time their lands covered the whole of the Finchbottom Vale.
However in the 21st century the Estate was much reduced and only extended to a radius of between 11 and 12 miles from the Mornington Mere although they owned other land and properties all over Downshire which they had rescued from developers over the years.
And it was one such property that was the subject of a meeting at the Manor one Wednesday evening in May.
Thirty five year old Richard Stephenson was one of the attendees and he was one of “The” Stephenson’s who had supermarkets and convenience stores all over Downshire and he had worked his whole life for the family business and for the most part he loved what he did.
The only facet of his job he didn’t enjoy were the business dinners which were an inevitable part of his professional life, in fact he hated them, but sadly he knew they were a necessary evil so he had to endure them.
Not that he didn’t like restaurants or fine dining or indeed dining in general, the contrary was true.
Whether it was the more exclusive restaurants such as the
Worsted Viper and the Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, The Phoenix Restaurant in Shallowfield, The Diamond in the Rough in Sharpington, The Wooden Slipper in Abbottsford, The Leathern Bottle in Finchbottom or The Cloche Hat in the Dulcets.
The varied foreign cuisine served up by the Bengal Curry House in Shallowfield, the Scented Garden Chinese, Roberto’s Italian and the Beirut Lebanese in Abbottsford or the high standard of pub grub at hostelries such as Finchbottom’s White Horse Inn, The Huntsman’s Lodge and the Mallard in Childean, The Mulberry Tree at Brocklington, The Woodman’s Axe in Shallowfield and Mornington’s Old Mill Inn.
And it didn’t matter if it was one of his favourites or not, or if it had a good reputation, or if he thought it was just a trendy nouvelle cuisine restaurant serving high flavour, low substance dishes, with tiny artistic arrangements the size of an Hors d'oeuvre on a slab of welsh slate, or the sort of place where he was hungrier when it was time to leave than when he arrived, and he would need to go to a burger bar on the way home.
But despite his foodie loving appreciation of dining out he was still filled with the usual sense of dread when he was told there was another dinner meeting, but his fears were abated slightly when he found out that the dinner was at Mornington Manor.
(Part 02)
Thirty five year old Richard Stephenson was one of the attendees of a dinner meeting at Mornington Manor and he was one of “The” Stephenson’s who had supermarkets and convenience stores all over Downshire.
Despite his foodie loving appreciation of dining out he was still filled with the usual sense of dread when he was told there was another dinner meeting, but his fears were abated slightly when he found out that the dinner was at Mornington Manor.
Apart from Richard Stephenson, one of his legal eagles, Leonard Wells, was also to be wined and dined by Baron Gabriel St George and his wife Chantel.
Also present were Estate solicitor Rizalina Pugay and the Estates financial manager Michelle Smith.
30 year old Michelle was one of the Smith clan who were tenants at Smithfield Farm and they had been there for as long as anyone could remember and everyone expected her to take her place on the land but she surprised everyone when she chose the route which led her to accountancy instead.
Michelle had been driven and focused from the moment she made the decision at the age of 13 that farming wasn’t for her and she had always behaved with the utmost professionalism in every meeting she had ever attended but the moment she first laid eyes on the tall blonde haired Richard Stephenson, her legs turned to jelly and every fact, figure and number left her head and she felt like she was 13 again.
And as it turned out the feeling was mutual because on that night Richard learned to truly appreciate an intimate dining experience, because shortly after the main course was cleared away he felt Michelle’s hand on his knee and by the time desert arrived at the table her hand was in his.
The quality of the company not withstanding and the meal definitely falling into the fine dining category, the finer details of the meeting went completely over his head as his attention was totally focused on the girl holding his hand.
He was a well-seasoned man of business and he had been attending important meetings since he was 19 but he had never had one of the other side hold his hand.
At first he wasn’t sure if this was some strange new negotiation technique, or a seductive ploy to distract him from his purpose, but in truth it wasn’t a cynical ploy at all it was love at first sight.
When he looked at her during coffee she was smiling smugly and as they said good bye outside the Manor Richard said
“It was a very nice dinner”
“Yes the food was exquisite” Michelle agreed
“I particularly enjoyed desert” he added
“Me too” she agreed and then they shook hands and he said quietly
“You have a very firm hand shake”
“Thank you” she said
“But I preferred it when we were holding hands”
“Me too” he said “And I look forward to our next meeting with interest”
(Part 03)
Richard Stephenson had been very much looking forward to meeting Michelle Smith again after she had lovingly held his hand under the table during the business dinner they were attending at Mornington Manor, but seeing her the second time was different and if anything it was even better because he knew her and the ice between them had already been broken, but he had absolutely no idea what show of affection, if any, she might reveal at the meeting, before, after or even during.
The second meeting was again at Mornington Manor but was to be more informal and was not scheduled to be over lunch or dinner and he didn’t have his legal eagle, Leonard Wells, in attendance.
However as he drove into the Manor Grounds an alarming thought crossed his mind, what if Michelle wasn’t going to be there.
He was surprised at exactly how much he wanted her to be there after all they had only held hands, it was all very juvenile really in the cold light of day, but the effect she had on him was palpable and in the two weeks since they last met he had thought of little else.
Michelle Smith had also thought about that evening constantly and she was utterly embarrassed at her behaviour, he was a very good looking man but even so she wasn’t a schoolgirl, she was 30 years old for goodness sake and she had worked very hard to get where she was and she now risked becoming a laughing stock because she went all gooey at the sight of a square jawed, blue eyed, muscular hunk.
In fact she was so embarrassed at the behaviour that she tried desperately to get out of the second meeting all to no avail and to add insult onto injury she found out that morning that it was to be a one to one meeting so she hoped and prayed that he would be sending one of his minions but as she approached the reception area her heart sank and soared simultaneously.
“Hello Richard” she said trying not to look into his crystal blue eyes as she shook his soft well-manicured hand
“It’s good to see you again”
“Yes I was just about to say the same thing” he retorted and smiled but Michelle was looking at the floor
“Do you want to follow me?” she asked in as much of a business-like manner as she could muster.
As she strode down the hall ahead of him her short red hair bounced about her neck and shoulders and danced softly there in time with her movement.
Just as she had been at the dinner she was immaculately dressed, this time in a fitted green silk blouse tucked into the waist of dark grey flared skirt, which complemented her slender frame perfectly, her narrow waist and the flaring of her skirt accentuating her hips.
Her fleshy buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic and her shapely legs were sheathed in black.
She paused by an open door and bade him enter, which he did.
“It will just be the two of us today” she said as she indicated where she wanted him to sit.
“I’m afraid all the other room are occupied” she said “but this will serve our purpose”
It was a small informal meeting room with no meeting room table as such and half a dozen chairs around the outside and an occasional table in the middle.
Two of the walls were solid while the other two had windows in the top half, one of which looked out into the grounds and Manor Wood beyond while the other looked into a small open planned office in the room next door.
“I thought Gabriel would be in the meeting” he said
“No this is a one to one” Michelle said trying to remain aloof
“Oh I see” he responded
“And you really wouldn’t want his lordship doing this” she added and leant in close and kissed him.
“I really love business meetings with you” he said
(Part 04)
“I thought Gabriel would be in the meeting” he said as he was seated in the meeting room at the Mornington Manor
“No this is a one to one” Michelle said trying to remain aloof
“Oh I see” he responded
“And you really wouldn’t want his lordship doing this” she added and leant in close and kissed him.
“I really love business meetings with you” he said
Many more meeting followed between them, mainly over dinner in some of the finest restaurants in Downshire and none of them ever resulted in them discussing business but after about a month Michelle thought things had stalled so she decided to take decisive action and she put her plan into action at a fund raising dinner at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere.
She knew he was to be there and asked Gabriel St George if she could attend to represent the Mornington Estate, and he was delighted to give her the opportunity to spread her wings while getting himself off the hook at the same time.
When Richard saw her at the dinner he was over the moon and resolved immediately that he was going to make sure he stayed close to Michelle and take advantage of the chance meeting.
He sat next to her, expecting to find her hand on his knee, but it didn’t happen, he danced with her in the ballroom hoping she would kiss him but she didn’t, in fact there was no brush of the hand or a boob graze or even a knowing look.
Michelle pretty much ignored him entirely so he ended the evening in abject disappointment and meandered back to his room in a cloud of melancholy.
Richard got back to his room and raided the mini bar and then got himself ready for bed and he was just about to turn the light off when there was a knock at the door.
“What the fuck?” he snapped angrily and got out of bed, it seemed that not only had he had a disappointment in regard to Michelle but now he was apparently not going to get any sleep.
He put on his robe and went to the door muttering expletives under his breath and he was ready to launch a tirade of abuse at the intruder and he threw open the door and was struck dumb because standing on the threshold was Michelle Smith in her PJ’s, she would have preferred to have been stark naked for maximum effect but she wasn’t that brazen.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” she asked as he stood staring at her open mouthed.
“Oh yeah” he said and stepped aside to let her in and then he watched as she walked towards the bed and he thought she looked as perfect in pyjamas as she did in everything else.
“I thought you were ignoring me” he said as she walked towards him
“I was merely testing your mettle” she retorted
“Oh”
“Yes I wanted to make sure you wanted me as much as I want you” she replied and kissed him
“And what conclusion did you reach?” he asked and in response Michelle pushed him back onto the bed and said
“You’re mine”
In the quaint chocolate box English Village of Mornington-By-Mere, which was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale, stood Mornington Manor which was the beating heart of the Mornington Estate.
The Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills and the village is quaint and picturesque, and is 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.
Mornington Manor is the residence of the St George Family, the guardians of the estate, and the head of the Estate and the family is Baron Gabriel St George, who lives at the Manor with his wife Chantel.
The village retained its old English quaintness and its heart and soul into the 21st Century simply because everything in the village is owned by the Mornington estate, and under their stewardship the village has remained traditionally English and has not been allowed to become a soulless haven for hooray Henrys and weekenders with their second homes and country getaways.
The St George family had been landowners in Downshire since the Norman Conquests and at one time their lands covered the whole of the Finchbottom Vale.
However in the 21st century the Estate was much reduced and only extended to a radius of between 11 and 12 miles from the Mornington Mere although they owned other land and properties all over Downshire which they had rescued from developers over the years.
And it was one such property that was the subject of a meeting at the Manor one Wednesday evening in May.
Thirty five year old Richard Stephenson was one of the attendees and he was one of “The” Stephenson’s who had supermarkets and convenience stores all over Downshire and he had worked his whole life for the family business and for the most part he loved what he did.
The only facet of his job he didn’t enjoy were the business dinners which were an inevitable part of his professional life, in fact he hated them, but sadly he knew they were a necessary evil so he had to endure them.
Not that he didn’t like restaurants or fine dining or indeed dining in general, the contrary was true.
Whether it was the more exclusive restaurants such as the
Worsted Viper and the Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, The Phoenix Restaurant in Shallowfield, The Diamond in the Rough in Sharpington, The Wooden Slipper in Abbottsford, The Leathern Bottle in Finchbottom or The Cloche Hat in the Dulcets.
The varied foreign cuisine served up by the Bengal Curry House in Shallowfield, the Scented Garden Chinese, Roberto’s Italian and the Beirut Lebanese in Abbottsford or the high standard of pub grub at hostelries such as Finchbottom’s White Horse Inn, The Huntsman’s Lodge and the Mallard in Childean, The Mulberry Tree at Brocklington, The Woodman’s Axe in Shallowfield and Mornington’s Old Mill Inn.
And it didn’t matter if it was one of his favourites or not, or if it had a good reputation, or if he thought it was just a trendy nouvelle cuisine restaurant serving high flavour, low substance dishes, with tiny artistic arrangements the size of an Hors d'oeuvre on a slab of welsh slate, or the sort of place where he was hungrier when it was time to leave than when he arrived, and he would need to go to a burger bar on the way home.
But despite his foodie loving appreciation of dining out he was still filled with the usual sense of dread when he was told there was another dinner meeting, but his fears were abated slightly when he found out that the dinner was at Mornington Manor.
(Part 02)
Thirty five year old Richard Stephenson was one of the attendees of a dinner meeting at Mornington Manor and he was one of “The” Stephenson’s who had supermarkets and convenience stores all over Downshire.
Despite his foodie loving appreciation of dining out he was still filled with the usual sense of dread when he was told there was another dinner meeting, but his fears were abated slightly when he found out that the dinner was at Mornington Manor.
Apart from Richard Stephenson, one of his legal eagles, Leonard Wells, was also to be wined and dined by Baron Gabriel St George and his wife Chantel.
Also present were Estate solicitor Rizalina Pugay and the Estates financial manager Michelle Smith.
30 year old Michelle was one of the Smith clan who were tenants at Smithfield Farm and they had been there for as long as anyone could remember and everyone expected her to take her place on the land but she surprised everyone when she chose the route which led her to accountancy instead.
Michelle had been driven and focused from the moment she made the decision at the age of 13 that farming wasn’t for her and she had always behaved with the utmost professionalism in every meeting she had ever attended but the moment she first laid eyes on the tall blonde haired Richard Stephenson, her legs turned to jelly and every fact, figure and number left her head and she felt like she was 13 again.
And as it turned out the feeling was mutual because on that night Richard learned to truly appreciate an intimate dining experience, because shortly after the main course was cleared away he felt Michelle’s hand on his knee and by the time desert arrived at the table her hand was in his.
The quality of the company not withstanding and the meal definitely falling into the fine dining category, the finer details of the meeting went completely over his head as his attention was totally focused on the girl holding his hand.
He was a well-seasoned man of business and he had been attending important meetings since he was 19 but he had never had one of the other side hold his hand.
At first he wasn’t sure if this was some strange new negotiation technique, or a seductive ploy to distract him from his purpose, but in truth it wasn’t a cynical ploy at all it was love at first sight.
When he looked at her during coffee she was smiling smugly and as they said good bye outside the Manor Richard said
“It was a very nice dinner”
“Yes the food was exquisite” Michelle agreed
“I particularly enjoyed desert” he added
“Me too” she agreed and then they shook hands and he said quietly
“You have a very firm hand shake”
“Thank you” she said
“But I preferred it when we were holding hands”
“Me too” he said “And I look forward to our next meeting with interest”
(Part 03)
Richard Stephenson had been very much looking forward to meeting Michelle Smith again after she had lovingly held his hand under the table during the business dinner they were attending at Mornington Manor, but seeing her the second time was different and if anything it was even better because he knew her and the ice between them had already been broken, but he had absolutely no idea what show of affection, if any, she might reveal at the meeting, before, after or even during.
The second meeting was again at Mornington Manor but was to be more informal and was not scheduled to be over lunch or dinner and he didn’t have his legal eagle, Leonard Wells, in attendance.
However as he drove into the Manor Grounds an alarming thought crossed his mind, what if Michelle wasn’t going to be there.
He was surprised at exactly how much he wanted her to be there after all they had only held hands, it was all very juvenile really in the cold light of day, but the effect she had on him was palpable and in the two weeks since they last met he had thought of little else.
Michelle Smith had also thought about that evening constantly and she was utterly embarrassed at her behaviour, he was a very good looking man but even so she wasn’t a schoolgirl, she was 30 years old for goodness sake and she had worked very hard to get where she was and she now risked becoming a laughing stock because she went all gooey at the sight of a square jawed, blue eyed, muscular hunk.
In fact she was so embarrassed at the behaviour that she tried desperately to get out of the second meeting all to no avail and to add insult onto injury she found out that morning that it was to be a one to one meeting so she hoped and prayed that he would be sending one of his minions but as she approached the reception area her heart sank and soared simultaneously.
“Hello Richard” she said trying not to look into his crystal blue eyes as she shook his soft well-manicured hand
“It’s good to see you again”
“Yes I was just about to say the same thing” he retorted and smiled but Michelle was looking at the floor
“Do you want to follow me?” she asked in as much of a business-like manner as she could muster.
As she strode down the hall ahead of him her short red hair bounced about her neck and shoulders and danced softly there in time with her movement.
Just as she had been at the dinner she was immaculately dressed, this time in a fitted green silk blouse tucked into the waist of dark grey flared skirt, which complemented her slender frame perfectly, her narrow waist and the flaring of her skirt accentuating her hips.
Her fleshy buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic and her shapely legs were sheathed in black.
She paused by an open door and bade him enter, which he did.
“It will just be the two of us today” she said as she indicated where she wanted him to sit.
“I’m afraid all the other room are occupied” she said “but this will serve our purpose”
It was a small informal meeting room with no meeting room table as such and half a dozen chairs around the outside and an occasional table in the middle.
Two of the walls were solid while the other two had windows in the top half, one of which looked out into the grounds and Manor Wood beyond while the other looked into a small open planned office in the room next door.
“I thought Gabriel would be in the meeting” he said
“No this is a one to one” Michelle said trying to remain aloof
“Oh I see” he responded
“And you really wouldn’t want his lordship doing this” she added and leant in close and kissed him.
“I really love business meetings with you” he said
(Part 04)
“I thought Gabriel would be in the meeting” he said as he was seated in the meeting room at the Mornington Manor
“No this is a one to one” Michelle said trying to remain aloof
“Oh I see” he responded
“And you really wouldn’t want his lordship doing this” she added and leant in close and kissed him.
“I really love business meetings with you” he said
Many more meeting followed between them, mainly over dinner in some of the finest restaurants in Downshire and none of them ever resulted in them discussing business but after about a month Michelle thought things had stalled so she decided to take decisive action and she put her plan into action at a fund raising dinner at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere.
She knew he was to be there and asked Gabriel St George if she could attend to represent the Mornington Estate, and he was delighted to give her the opportunity to spread her wings while getting himself off the hook at the same time.
When Richard saw her at the dinner he was over the moon and resolved immediately that he was going to make sure he stayed close to Michelle and take advantage of the chance meeting.
He sat next to her, expecting to find her hand on his knee, but it didn’t happen, he danced with her in the ballroom hoping she would kiss him but she didn’t, in fact there was no brush of the hand or a boob graze or even a knowing look.
Michelle pretty much ignored him entirely so he ended the evening in abject disappointment and meandered back to his room in a cloud of melancholy.
Richard got back to his room and raided the mini bar and then got himself ready for bed and he was just about to turn the light off when there was a knock at the door.
“What the fuck?” he snapped angrily and got out of bed, it seemed that not only had he had a disappointment in regard to Michelle but now he was apparently not going to get any sleep.
He put on his robe and went to the door muttering expletives under his breath and he was ready to launch a tirade of abuse at the intruder and he threw open the door and was struck dumb because standing on the threshold was Michelle Smith in her PJ’s, she would have preferred to have been stark naked for maximum effect but she wasn’t that brazen.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” she asked as he stood staring at her open mouthed.
“Oh yeah” he said and stepped aside to let her in and then he watched as she walked towards the bed and he thought she looked as perfect in pyjamas as she did in everything else.
“I thought you were ignoring me” he said as she walked towards him
“I was merely testing your mettle” she retorted
“Oh”
“Yes I wanted to make sure you wanted me as much as I want you” she replied and kissed him
“And what conclusion did you reach?” he asked and in response Michelle pushed him back onto the bed and said
“You’re mine”
Wednesday, 17 May 2017
Mornington-By-Mere – (56) Soldier Wood
(Part 01)
There was a military funeral in the quaint chocolate box English Village of Mornington-By-Mere when the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale fell silent with sombre respect.
The funeral was for Private Andy Smith of the Downshire Light Infantry who was killed by an IED in Afghanistan.
The funeral and the memorial service were both well attended as Andy was a popular lad in the village and everyone had a tale to tell about him.
The Smith clan were tenants at Smithfield Farm and had been for as long as anyone could remember and everyone expected Andy to take his place on the land but he surprised everyone when he chose the army instead.
David Cooper was also a local lad and he and Andy had been good friends since pre-school so his death had hit him particularly hard.
In fact he was finding the whole day a bit of an ordeal, so he was trying to slip away unnoticed from the church and had got as far as the carpark when a voice said
“As you were, Mr Cooper”
“I recognise that voice” he thought to himself so he stopped and slowly turned around.
“Sharon” he said, “I thought I recognised you earlier,”
Sharon Taylor was his ex-girlfriend and she was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry and he hadn’t seen her since the previous November when she was posted to Afghanistan, she too was a local and was also a friend of Andy and they even joined up together.
Her insistence on joining the Army was what had broken her and David up, the fear of losing her in some stupid pointless foreign conflict was too much for him to bear.
But even though they were no longer a couple every time there was a news report about Afghanistan his blood ran cold, because he still loved her, but she was back and she was safe.
“When did you get back?” he asked and kissed her cheek
“A couple of days ago” she replied
“It’s great to see you back safe,” David said
There was an indeterminate period when they just stood looking at each other as they remembered the last time they were together and he wanted to say how much he had missed her and how much he wanted her back, but the words wouldn’t come.
There was a quiet cough from behind her and when she turned around she saw it was another soldier.
“I have to go” she said
“Ok, I…” He began
“I’m flag bearer at tonight’s church service at St Winifred’s, then I’m off duty,” Sharon said
“I’ll see you afterwards then?” he asked
She nodded and walked smartly away, and he thought to himself that although he was completely against her joining up she really did look great in the uniform.
He attended the service and then waited for Sharon outside the church hoping she wouldn’t change into civvies before she met him.
He was sure it wasn’t just a man thing, after all women go mad for firemen, so he knew it couldn’t just be him that thought birds in uniforms were Phwoah.
When she came out he kissed her cheek and they walked across to the Old Mill and he was pleased to note that Sharon was still wearing her dress uniform and she looked great in the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.
But what made Sharon even sexier than the uniform was the fact that he knew what was underneath it and of course because he loved her desperately.
They walked into the pub and he ordered drinks and they sat in a quiet corner and she talked about her tour of duty, at least as much as she could, and he just listened while she unloaded, then of course they talked about Andy and they reminisced about all the time they had spent together and when they reached a natural conclusion and they both fell silent he asked.
“How long are you home for?”
“Until Tuesday” she replied and his heart sank
(Part 02)
David and Sharon had already had a couple of drinks in the Old Mill Inn when he suggested another, but she declined.
“I’ll walk you home then” David said
“Ok” she replied
He offered to walk her home out of gallantry but in truth she could have defended herself better than he could, her body being solid, firm and muscular.
David lived in The Close only about 100 hundred yards from the pub whereas as Sharon lived on the opposite side of the village on the other side of Manor Wood where there were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere Road and Dulcets Road which formed the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and the Taylor family lived in Dulcets Road in a house called Green Fields.
They left the pub and crossed over Church Bridge and proceeded along the riverside path on the Southern Bank of the River Brooke with Mornington Field across the water on their right and Manor Wood on the left.
About half a mile along the path she suddenly turned left into the wood
“This way” she said “it’s a short cut”
“Is it?” he replied doubtfully “I don’t think it is”
“Trust me I’m a soldier” she said and marched off at pace and by the time he caught up with her she was playing on a makeshift swing hanging from the bough of an oak tree, which was in essence a heavy duty piece of rope with a series of knots in it.
“Oh very grown up” he said as she propelled herself with great aplomb.
“You’re just jealous” she taunted him, so he just stood and watched her swing until she allowed her momentum to slow and then she leant back and with great athleticism swung her legs up and hooked her ankles around the rope like a trapeze artist.
This caused her skirt to fall away from her thighs so he walked towards her until he was positioned beside her as she swung gently back and forth.
But although David had a tantalising view of her underclothes he brought her momentum to a stop by grabbing her ankles and then he knelt down on the floor so they were face to face and then he kissed her.
“I knew you still wanted me” she said, “And I’m pleased to say I was right”
Sharon raised herself up as she unfurled her legs from the rope and as soon as she stood up straight she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
After they kissed in the Wood they emerged back onto the path holding hands and they resumed their previous course past the Mornington Brewery and immediately before the river changed direction, where Dulcets Mill stood, which was one of the last three remaining Mornington Mills, they left the river.
It was at the point where the River Brooke turned sharply to the right, and they followed the path past the mill which lead to Dulcets Mill Lane, then into Purplemere Road and on the Dulcets Road and finally to Green Fields where they kissed again.
“Does this mean we’re back on?” she asked
“If you’ll have me” he suggested, having lost his friend Andy he was still worried what would happen to her on deployments but the shock of losing his friend also highlighted how short life was and how precious time was and that it shouldn’t be wasted on “what might be”
“I’ll think about it” she replied
“Oh” he said
“I’ve thought about it” she said and Sharon kissed him again
“Of course I’ll have you back, I never wanted it any other way, I never wanted us to break up” she said “and I’ve never stopped loving you”
There was a military funeral in the quaint chocolate box English Village of Mornington-By-Mere when the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale fell silent with sombre respect.
The funeral was for Private Andy Smith of the Downshire Light Infantry who was killed by an IED in Afghanistan.
The funeral and the memorial service were both well attended as Andy was a popular lad in the village and everyone had a tale to tell about him.
The Smith clan were tenants at Smithfield Farm and had been for as long as anyone could remember and everyone expected Andy to take his place on the land but he surprised everyone when he chose the army instead.
David Cooper was also a local lad and he and Andy had been good friends since pre-school so his death had hit him particularly hard.
In fact he was finding the whole day a bit of an ordeal, so he was trying to slip away unnoticed from the church and had got as far as the carpark when a voice said
“As you were, Mr Cooper”
“I recognise that voice” he thought to himself so he stopped and slowly turned around.
“Sharon” he said, “I thought I recognised you earlier,”
Sharon Taylor was his ex-girlfriend and she was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry and he hadn’t seen her since the previous November when she was posted to Afghanistan, she too was a local and was also a friend of Andy and they even joined up together.
Her insistence on joining the Army was what had broken her and David up, the fear of losing her in some stupid pointless foreign conflict was too much for him to bear.
But even though they were no longer a couple every time there was a news report about Afghanistan his blood ran cold, because he still loved her, but she was back and she was safe.
“When did you get back?” he asked and kissed her cheek
“A couple of days ago” she replied
“It’s great to see you back safe,” David said
There was an indeterminate period when they just stood looking at each other as they remembered the last time they were together and he wanted to say how much he had missed her and how much he wanted her back, but the words wouldn’t come.
There was a quiet cough from behind her and when she turned around she saw it was another soldier.
“I have to go” she said
“Ok, I…” He began
“I’m flag bearer at tonight’s church service at St Winifred’s, then I’m off duty,” Sharon said
“I’ll see you afterwards then?” he asked
She nodded and walked smartly away, and he thought to himself that although he was completely against her joining up she really did look great in the uniform.
He attended the service and then waited for Sharon outside the church hoping she wouldn’t change into civvies before she met him.
He was sure it wasn’t just a man thing, after all women go mad for firemen, so he knew it couldn’t just be him that thought birds in uniforms were Phwoah.
When she came out he kissed her cheek and they walked across to the Old Mill and he was pleased to note that Sharon was still wearing her dress uniform and she looked great in the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.
But what made Sharon even sexier than the uniform was the fact that he knew what was underneath it and of course because he loved her desperately.
They walked into the pub and he ordered drinks and they sat in a quiet corner and she talked about her tour of duty, at least as much as she could, and he just listened while she unloaded, then of course they talked about Andy and they reminisced about all the time they had spent together and when they reached a natural conclusion and they both fell silent he asked.
“How long are you home for?”
“Until Tuesday” she replied and his heart sank
(Part 02)
David and Sharon had already had a couple of drinks in the Old Mill Inn when he suggested another, but she declined.
“I’ll walk you home then” David said
“Ok” she replied
He offered to walk her home out of gallantry but in truth she could have defended herself better than he could, her body being solid, firm and muscular.
David lived in The Close only about 100 hundred yards from the pub whereas as Sharon lived on the opposite side of the village on the other side of Manor Wood where there were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere Road and Dulcets Road which formed the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and the Taylor family lived in Dulcets Road in a house called Green Fields.
They left the pub and crossed over Church Bridge and proceeded along the riverside path on the Southern Bank of the River Brooke with Mornington Field across the water on their right and Manor Wood on the left.
About half a mile along the path she suddenly turned left into the wood
“This way” she said “it’s a short cut”
“Is it?” he replied doubtfully “I don’t think it is”
“Trust me I’m a soldier” she said and marched off at pace and by the time he caught up with her she was playing on a makeshift swing hanging from the bough of an oak tree, which was in essence a heavy duty piece of rope with a series of knots in it.
“Oh very grown up” he said as she propelled herself with great aplomb.
“You’re just jealous” she taunted him, so he just stood and watched her swing until she allowed her momentum to slow and then she leant back and with great athleticism swung her legs up and hooked her ankles around the rope like a trapeze artist.
This caused her skirt to fall away from her thighs so he walked towards her until he was positioned beside her as she swung gently back and forth.
But although David had a tantalising view of her underclothes he brought her momentum to a stop by grabbing her ankles and then he knelt down on the floor so they were face to face and then he kissed her.
“I knew you still wanted me” she said, “And I’m pleased to say I was right”
Sharon raised herself up as she unfurled her legs from the rope and as soon as she stood up straight she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
After they kissed in the Wood they emerged back onto the path holding hands and they resumed their previous course past the Mornington Brewery and immediately before the river changed direction, where Dulcets Mill stood, which was one of the last three remaining Mornington Mills, they left the river.
It was at the point where the River Brooke turned sharply to the right, and they followed the path past the mill which lead to Dulcets Mill Lane, then into Purplemere Road and on the Dulcets Road and finally to Green Fields where they kissed again.
“Does this mean we’re back on?” she asked
“If you’ll have me” he suggested, having lost his friend Andy he was still worried what would happen to her on deployments but the shock of losing his friend also highlighted how short life was and how precious time was and that it shouldn’t be wasted on “what might be”
“I’ll think about it” she replied
“Oh” he said
“I’ve thought about it” she said and Sharon kissed him again
“Of course I’ll have you back, I never wanted it any other way, I never wanted us to break up” she said “and I’ve never stopped loving you”
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (66) Love on the Lake
Martin Price was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake as he did every summer as the view of the lake from the Hotel was spectacular.
The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.
It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.
It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was one of the reasons he chose it.
A lot of fishermen, walkers and avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.
Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted around the forest as well, some in use and some not.
It was both idyllic and peaceful, and there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there were no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
But he wasn’t there just for the scenery and he had spent the first week of his holiday reacquainting himself with some of his old friends while making some new ones along the way, that was after all what he loved, he was first and foremost a social animal, but the one thing that Martin definitely hadn’t gone to Teardrop Lake for was to fall in love, but he did so nonetheless, not once but twice.
But it wasn’t just socializing that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he did enjoy the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.
On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Paula Rees, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Kerry Long.
She looked rather lost and lonely without her outgoing and bubbly sidekick Kerry.
Paula was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.
The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature that was ambling towards him.
“Hello Paula” he said
“Oh hello”
“You a bit fed up? Are you missing Kerry?” he asked
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”
She looked rather sad, which was possibly what tweaked at his heart strings, but unbeknown to him this chance meeting was anything but, because despite her being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent.
Being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but she knew how to use what she had with subtlety.
However Martin’s only thought was to cheer her up and put a smile on her soft lips, while she was lost and alone, he should have known better as he had fallen into that trap already with her friend, but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at the time.
Her friend Kerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Paula.
Kerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way whereas Paula was more haphazard.
It was down by the jetty where he met Kerry, supposedly by chance, and Martin was preparing to go sailing.
“Hello Mr Price” she said
“Hi Kerry, Please call me Martin” he responded “Only the tax man calls me Mr Price”
“Ok” she said with a giggle “Are you going out on the water?”
“Yes, do you want to come?”
“Yes please” she replied
They were out on the lake for about an hour, sat at the stern of the dinghy, either side of the tiller, when suddenly in the middle of the lake the wind fell away and they were becalmed.
“Well what are we going to do now?” he asked
“I’m sure we’ll think of something” she replied and pushed the tiller aside and kissed him.
For the next ten minutes the becalmed dinghy skipped and splashed on the calm water as Kerry took his heart from him, which was precisely what she had wanted to do.
“That was lovely” she said as she stepped out onto the jetty but despite Martin expressing a desire to see her again she declined she was a capturer of hearts, and now that she had his she had no further use for him.
The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.
It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.
It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was one of the reasons he chose it.
A lot of fishermen, walkers and avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.
Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted around the forest as well, some in use and some not.
It was both idyllic and peaceful, and there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there were no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
But he wasn’t there just for the scenery and he had spent the first week of his holiday reacquainting himself with some of his old friends while making some new ones along the way, that was after all what he loved, he was first and foremost a social animal, but the one thing that Martin definitely hadn’t gone to Teardrop Lake for was to fall in love, but he did so nonetheless, not once but twice.
But it wasn’t just socializing that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he did enjoy the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.
On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Paula Rees, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Kerry Long.
She looked rather lost and lonely without her outgoing and bubbly sidekick Kerry.
Paula was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.
The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature that was ambling towards him.
“Hello Paula” he said
“Oh hello”
“You a bit fed up? Are you missing Kerry?” he asked
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”
She looked rather sad, which was possibly what tweaked at his heart strings, but unbeknown to him this chance meeting was anything but, because despite her being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent.
Being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but she knew how to use what she had with subtlety.
However Martin’s only thought was to cheer her up and put a smile on her soft lips, while she was lost and alone, he should have known better as he had fallen into that trap already with her friend, but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at the time.
Her friend Kerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Paula.
Kerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way whereas Paula was more haphazard.
It was down by the jetty where he met Kerry, supposedly by chance, and Martin was preparing to go sailing.
“Hello Mr Price” she said
“Hi Kerry, Please call me Martin” he responded “Only the tax man calls me Mr Price”
“Ok” she said with a giggle “Are you going out on the water?”
“Yes, do you want to come?”
“Yes please” she replied
They were out on the lake for about an hour, sat at the stern of the dinghy, either side of the tiller, when suddenly in the middle of the lake the wind fell away and they were becalmed.
“Well what are we going to do now?” he asked
“I’m sure we’ll think of something” she replied and pushed the tiller aside and kissed him.
For the next ten minutes the becalmed dinghy skipped and splashed on the calm water as Kerry took his heart from him, which was precisely what she had wanted to do.
“That was lovely” she said as she stepped out onto the jetty but despite Martin expressing a desire to see her again she declined she was a capturer of hearts, and now that she had his she had no further use for him.
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (65) An Indifferent Maiden in Distress
(Part 01)
It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George, and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in?” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door, although she already knew the answer, before she asked the question, but he wasn’t to know that at the time.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”
He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women, even pretty young women that he had feelings for, and Ellie certainly fit the bill to a tee.
Not that he could or would have done anything about it, even though his marriage was in its death throws.
He and Amanda were only together for two reasons one was that she was catholic and didn’t believe in divorce and the other one was laziness, it had become easier to maintain the status quo and stay together and live separate lives than to take decisive action to get on with their lives.
Greg held Ellie for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him very tightly and even began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, and he tasted her soft lips, and hot mouth.
Ellie’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them making love in the in the spare room.
The reason for her distress was revealed to be that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.
A brief affair followed that first afternoon of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
Greg wasn’t happy about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had to respect her decision.
Subsequent visits and tales of woe followed some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was lonely.
He wasn’t really too concerned what the reason was he was just pleased to her.
(Part 02)
Subsequent visits and tales of woe brought Eleanor to his door, some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was lonely.
He wasn’t really too concerned what the reason was he was just pleased to her.
Although they invariably had sex on her visits to the house while Amanda was away, on whatever pretext, sometimes they just kissed and cuddled, but to be with him was her primary reason for going there, however when Amanda was at home they always acted with complete indifference toward each other and their smoke screen clearly worked as Amanda would always apologize to him for inviting her or thank him for putting up with her.
However on one particular occasion he found it difficult to maintain his unfeeling stance, in fact he couldn’t keep his hand off Ellie.
It was Amanda’s birthday and they had a BBQ in the garden with around 30 guests, one of whom was Eleanor.
As was her custom at the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees, pale blue with a fine white vertical pinstripe over a bright red cropped t-shirt and when he spied through the side slit he could see a tantalizing expanse of naked flesh and a glimpse of her knickers.
But it was her lovely smile which got his heart racing.
He stood for a moment admiring her tidy little derriere, as she bent over the freezer and as she stood up from her task he went to squeeze her cheek, but alas she was too quick for him and side stepped his attack.
“Will you behave” she said “Amanda will see”
“Amanda is pissed” he replied
“Amanda is merry and still sober enough to notice you groping her friend” she replied but smiled a toothy smile.
About half an hour later he was staring through the kitchen window watching his quarry as she bent over picking up a black sack full of rubbish and her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined little buttocks so he slipped quietly into the room and when he was right behind her he successfully squeezed one tender cheek.
“Don’t you ever give up?” She said and slapped him hard on the arm.
“Oh go on just one more squeeze” he pleaded
“Honestly I don’t know what’s gotten into you today” she said with a chuckle
“I know what I want to get into you” he replied with a leer.
Ellie shook her head and frowned as she left the kitchen and a moment later Amanda appeared from the opposite direction.
“I wish you two could learn to get on” she said
“I know love” he said “I am trying to get on with her”
When the time came for the birthday cake everyone was crowding around the birthday girl and Eleanor was at the back of the group standing on tiptoe trying to get a better look when Greg crept up behind her and put both hands on her bum.
“Stop it” she said and pushed him away.
But minutes later he tried the very same move again
“Stop groping my bum” she whispered
“Well stop looking so horny then and then I won’t want to” he whispered back
Ellie stood and looked at him for a second as the crowd moved back out into the garden and then she slipped into the downstairs toilet.
(Part 03)
Greg was sitting at the kitchen table when Ellie returned and she looked at him to make sure she had his attention as she stood in the doorway where only he could see her then she turned around and wiggled her bum at him provocatively, Greg stared open mouthed and then when she had finished she walked into the kitchen and gave him a filthy leer just as Amanda walked in
“Oh for God’s sake are you two still winding each other up” she barked and went back outside.
“I’d better go” Ellie said
“And I think you had better come with me” he said and took her hand and pulled her into the downstairs loo
“What are you doing?” she said
“What I’ve wanted to do all day” he replied and kissed her
Greg was sitting on the toilet with Ellie sitting on his knee as they kissed and when it was over he said
“That’s better”
“So have you finished with your bit on the side?” she asked as she stood up
“What do you mean?”
“Well that’s what I am” she said
“And I want more”
“What, your Mr Right you mean?”
“No, I don’t mean that” she snapped
“I’m not looking for Mr Right anymore”
“Really?” he said “Why not?”
“Because I’ve already found him”
“Oh” Greg said crestfallen
“And I’ve just been kissing him”
“Do you mean it?” he asked daring to hope
“Yes” she replied and buried her face in his chest
“Then we need to talk about it seriously, today” he said and kissed the top of her head
“But how can we?” she asked despairingly
“Well if you were to get a migraine then we can” he replied but she just looked at him blankly so he explained his plan.
So ten minutes later he was sitting in the kitchen again when Amanda walked unsteadily in from the garden and slurred
“I know you don’t like her Greg but could you please be a dear and take Eleanor home, she has a migraine”
“Of course” he replied
So he agreed to take Ellie home but he didn’t take her straight home, instead he drove her up to Teardrop Lake where they spent the next two hours discussing their future together.
Their biggest hurdle was telling Amanda, which they decided they shouldn’t do on her birthday, so they left it until the following weekend and the news was greeted with hugs and kisses because she had met someone on one of her trips to Sunderland and she had been trying to work up the courage to tell him for over a year.
So they were both able to start new lives.
It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George, and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in?” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door, although she already knew the answer, before she asked the question, but he wasn’t to know that at the time.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”
He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women, even pretty young women that he had feelings for, and Ellie certainly fit the bill to a tee.
Not that he could or would have done anything about it, even though his marriage was in its death throws.
He and Amanda were only together for two reasons one was that she was catholic and didn’t believe in divorce and the other one was laziness, it had become easier to maintain the status quo and stay together and live separate lives than to take decisive action to get on with their lives.
Greg held Ellie for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him very tightly and even began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, and he tasted her soft lips, and hot mouth.
Ellie’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them making love in the in the spare room.
The reason for her distress was revealed to be that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.
A brief affair followed that first afternoon of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
Greg wasn’t happy about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had to respect her decision.
Subsequent visits and tales of woe followed some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was lonely.
He wasn’t really too concerned what the reason was he was just pleased to her.
(Part 02)
Subsequent visits and tales of woe brought Eleanor to his door, some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was lonely.
He wasn’t really too concerned what the reason was he was just pleased to her.
Although they invariably had sex on her visits to the house while Amanda was away, on whatever pretext, sometimes they just kissed and cuddled, but to be with him was her primary reason for going there, however when Amanda was at home they always acted with complete indifference toward each other and their smoke screen clearly worked as Amanda would always apologize to him for inviting her or thank him for putting up with her.
However on one particular occasion he found it difficult to maintain his unfeeling stance, in fact he couldn’t keep his hand off Ellie.
It was Amanda’s birthday and they had a BBQ in the garden with around 30 guests, one of whom was Eleanor.
As was her custom at the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees, pale blue with a fine white vertical pinstripe over a bright red cropped t-shirt and when he spied through the side slit he could see a tantalizing expanse of naked flesh and a glimpse of her knickers.
But it was her lovely smile which got his heart racing.
He stood for a moment admiring her tidy little derriere, as she bent over the freezer and as she stood up from her task he went to squeeze her cheek, but alas she was too quick for him and side stepped his attack.
“Will you behave” she said “Amanda will see”
“Amanda is pissed” he replied
“Amanda is merry and still sober enough to notice you groping her friend” she replied but smiled a toothy smile.
About half an hour later he was staring through the kitchen window watching his quarry as she bent over picking up a black sack full of rubbish and her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined little buttocks so he slipped quietly into the room and when he was right behind her he successfully squeezed one tender cheek.
“Don’t you ever give up?” She said and slapped him hard on the arm.
“Oh go on just one more squeeze” he pleaded
“Honestly I don’t know what’s gotten into you today” she said with a chuckle
“I know what I want to get into you” he replied with a leer.
Ellie shook her head and frowned as she left the kitchen and a moment later Amanda appeared from the opposite direction.
“I wish you two could learn to get on” she said
“I know love” he said “I am trying to get on with her”
When the time came for the birthday cake everyone was crowding around the birthday girl and Eleanor was at the back of the group standing on tiptoe trying to get a better look when Greg crept up behind her and put both hands on her bum.
“Stop it” she said and pushed him away.
But minutes later he tried the very same move again
“Stop groping my bum” she whispered
“Well stop looking so horny then and then I won’t want to” he whispered back
Ellie stood and looked at him for a second as the crowd moved back out into the garden and then she slipped into the downstairs toilet.
(Part 03)
Greg was sitting at the kitchen table when Ellie returned and she looked at him to make sure she had his attention as she stood in the doorway where only he could see her then she turned around and wiggled her bum at him provocatively, Greg stared open mouthed and then when she had finished she walked into the kitchen and gave him a filthy leer just as Amanda walked in
“Oh for God’s sake are you two still winding each other up” she barked and went back outside.
“I’d better go” Ellie said
“And I think you had better come with me” he said and took her hand and pulled her into the downstairs loo
“What are you doing?” she said
“What I’ve wanted to do all day” he replied and kissed her
Greg was sitting on the toilet with Ellie sitting on his knee as they kissed and when it was over he said
“That’s better”
“So have you finished with your bit on the side?” she asked as she stood up
“What do you mean?”
“Well that’s what I am” she said
“And I want more”
“What, your Mr Right you mean?”
“No, I don’t mean that” she snapped
“I’m not looking for Mr Right anymore”
“Really?” he said “Why not?”
“Because I’ve already found him”
“Oh” Greg said crestfallen
“And I’ve just been kissing him”
“Do you mean it?” he asked daring to hope
“Yes” she replied and buried her face in his chest
“Then we need to talk about it seriously, today” he said and kissed the top of her head
“But how can we?” she asked despairingly
“Well if you were to get a migraine then we can” he replied but she just looked at him blankly so he explained his plan.
So ten minutes later he was sitting in the kitchen again when Amanda walked unsteadily in from the garden and slurred
“I know you don’t like her Greg but could you please be a dear and take Eleanor home, she has a migraine”
“Of course” he replied
So he agreed to take Ellie home but he didn’t take her straight home, instead he drove her up to Teardrop Lake where they spent the next two hours discussing their future together.
Their biggest hurdle was telling Amanda, which they decided they shouldn’t do on her birthday, so they left it until the following weekend and the news was greeted with hugs and kisses because she had met someone on one of her trips to Sunderland and she had been trying to work up the courage to tell him for over a year.
So they were both able to start new lives.
Tuesday, 16 May 2017
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (64) Molly’s Scarlet Study
(Part 01)
Molly Webb was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford in the 1990’s and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she was drop dead gorgeous, they also knew all too well that she was aware of the fact and used it to her advantage.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Ryan, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved both men and women in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Pauline put it about every bit as much as Molly did and played the field for both teams.
So being at a large Hospital Molly came into contact with a lot of potential partners both male and female.
Like when she was doing a rotation on paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time.
Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist.
Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in the lovely doctors knickers Molly made no secret of the fact to Dr Jones that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.
So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear, which although she accepted she would never see Polly in them, just thought of her wearing the slutty scanties turned her on while she was barely halfway through wrapping them.
When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.
Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she almost forgot to open her own gift.
(Part 02)
When Molly finally opened the small Secret Santa present she was more than a little disappointed.
It was a three day, all-inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, far more than she had spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.
What she didn’t know at the time was that firstly the gift was from Polly and secondly it was merely a device to lure Molly to the Spa where she could seduce her in the sauna.
Suffice is to say that following that they spent most of their time enjoying each other rather than the extensive menu that the Spa had to offer.
Unfortunately in the weeks following the Spa break there was no repeat of the intimacy between them and Molly had to content herself with Samantha, who compared to Polly Jones was definitely second best, by quite a distance.
She didn’t even get to see much of Polly at work due to their shift patterns so she was delighted when she got a phone call from her on Friday afternoon even though it was a bit matter of fact.
“Can you do me a favour Molly?” she asked
“Sure”
“I left my purse in my desk drawer” she explained
“Ok”
“Could you be a honey and drop it off on your way home?”
“No problem” Molly said as she drove past Forestdean on the way to Shallowfield.
“Great, I’ll see you later then, bye”
Molly went to her desk and retrieved the purse and slipped it in her pocket.
After her shift ended she went to the ladies and freshened herself up and then she drove to Polly’s house.
She parked on the paved drive and walked to the door, she was just about to knock when it opened and Derek came out.
“Oh hi Molly” he said “she’s in the study, bye”
“Ok bye”
She had been to the house once before and knew where the study was so she closed the front door and walked down the hall and knocked on the door.
“Come in” Polly called, so she opened the door and stepped in and Polly was sat behind the desk in the big leather reclining chair but had her back to the door.
“Hi Poll I’ve got your phone”
“Thanks, I’ve got something for you too” she replied and swung the chair around to reveal that she was wearing the slutty red see through lingerie Molly had bought her for Christmas, along with red stockings and suspenders.
“I bet you’ve been dying to see me in these” she said
“I really have” Molly said and approached the desk and shed her uniform as she walked.
Molly Webb was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford in the 1990’s and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she was drop dead gorgeous, they also knew all too well that she was aware of the fact and used it to her advantage.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Ryan, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved both men and women in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Pauline put it about every bit as much as Molly did and played the field for both teams.
So being at a large Hospital Molly came into contact with a lot of potential partners both male and female.
Like when she was doing a rotation on paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time.
Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist.
Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in the lovely doctors knickers Molly made no secret of the fact to Dr Jones that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.
So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear, which although she accepted she would never see Polly in them, just thought of her wearing the slutty scanties turned her on while she was barely halfway through wrapping them.
When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.
Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she almost forgot to open her own gift.
(Part 02)
When Molly finally opened the small Secret Santa present she was more than a little disappointed.
It was a three day, all-inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, far more than she had spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.
What she didn’t know at the time was that firstly the gift was from Polly and secondly it was merely a device to lure Molly to the Spa where she could seduce her in the sauna.
Suffice is to say that following that they spent most of their time enjoying each other rather than the extensive menu that the Spa had to offer.
Unfortunately in the weeks following the Spa break there was no repeat of the intimacy between them and Molly had to content herself with Samantha, who compared to Polly Jones was definitely second best, by quite a distance.
She didn’t even get to see much of Polly at work due to their shift patterns so she was delighted when she got a phone call from her on Friday afternoon even though it was a bit matter of fact.
“Can you do me a favour Molly?” she asked
“Sure”
“I left my purse in my desk drawer” she explained
“Ok”
“Could you be a honey and drop it off on your way home?”
“No problem” Molly said as she drove past Forestdean on the way to Shallowfield.
“Great, I’ll see you later then, bye”
Molly went to her desk and retrieved the purse and slipped it in her pocket.
After her shift ended she went to the ladies and freshened herself up and then she drove to Polly’s house.
She parked on the paved drive and walked to the door, she was just about to knock when it opened and Derek came out.
“Oh hi Molly” he said “she’s in the study, bye”
“Ok bye”
She had been to the house once before and knew where the study was so she closed the front door and walked down the hall and knocked on the door.
“Come in” Polly called, so she opened the door and stepped in and Polly was sat behind the desk in the big leather reclining chair but had her back to the door.
“Hi Poll I’ve got your phone”
“Thanks, I’ve got something for you too” she replied and swung the chair around to reveal that she was wearing the slutty red see through lingerie Molly had bought her for Christmas, along with red stockings and suspenders.
“I bet you’ve been dying to see me in these” she said
“I really have” Molly said and approached the desk and shed her uniform as she walked.
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (63) A Solicitor’s Dilemma
Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles were the firm of Shallowfield Solicitors handling Neil Kuschel’s divorce and it was during a meeting with Linda Baxter that they first made a “connection”.
And during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another a further connection when they acted on their mutual attraction.
She was an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, and she spoke in posh plummy tones, which he had always had a soft spot for, and the sexy way she peered over the top of her spectacles was very alluring.
So it wasn’t difficult to explain why he would be interested in a very attractive, glamorous, and alluring woman with a posh voice and magnificent long legs.
His late evening visits to her office became a regular thing, a couple of night a week at least and every time was the same he would walk past the receptionist’s desk and immediately smell her exotic heady fragrance and hear her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Kuschel”
But their meetings only began at the office and invariably after dinner or drinks they would end up at her house or his flat.
It was on one such occasion after they were in his bed that she said
“I could be struck off,”
“Nonsense” he replied
“No I mean it. I could be struck off for sleeping with a client” she said earnestly
“Well we’ll just have to stay awake then” he offered
“It’s the staying awake part that you get struck off for” she pointed out and there was silence for a few moments
“Do you want to stop?” he asked
“What?” she exclaimed
“I said do you want to stop?” he asked
“God no, do you?” she said raising her head from his chest
“No chance” he said and kissed the top of her head
“I think I should stop” she said
“But…” he began
“No not the fun stuff” she clarified
“Phew”
“No I mean stop the client solicitor relationship” she explained
“You’ve lost me” Neil said
“I’ll hand you off to one of the others and then I can sleep with you with a clear conscience” Linda said
“Result” he exclaimed
And during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another a further connection when they acted on their mutual attraction.
She was an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, and she spoke in posh plummy tones, which he had always had a soft spot for, and the sexy way she peered over the top of her spectacles was very alluring.
So it wasn’t difficult to explain why he would be interested in a very attractive, glamorous, and alluring woman with a posh voice and magnificent long legs.
His late evening visits to her office became a regular thing, a couple of night a week at least and every time was the same he would walk past the receptionist’s desk and immediately smell her exotic heady fragrance and hear her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Kuschel”
But their meetings only began at the office and invariably after dinner or drinks they would end up at her house or his flat.
It was on one such occasion after they were in his bed that she said
“I could be struck off,”
“Nonsense” he replied
“No I mean it. I could be struck off for sleeping with a client” she said earnestly
“Well we’ll just have to stay awake then” he offered
“It’s the staying awake part that you get struck off for” she pointed out and there was silence for a few moments
“Do you want to stop?” he asked
“What?” she exclaimed
“I said do you want to stop?” he asked
“God no, do you?” she said raising her head from his chest
“No chance” he said and kissed the top of her head
“I think I should stop” she said
“But…” he began
“No not the fun stuff” she clarified
“Phew”
“No I mean stop the client solicitor relationship” she explained
“You’ve lost me” Neil said
“I’ll hand you off to one of the others and then I can sleep with you with a clear conscience” Linda said
“Result” he exclaimed
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