OUR LOVE IS OLD

 

Our love is old,

Our love is true,

When we’re apart

Our hearts are blue

I love you madly

And you love me too

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (64) Molly’s Scarlet Study

 

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.

 

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.

ODE TO MY BEAU

You hold back the night

With your gallantry

You subdue my fears

With your chivalry

You hold me in the light

With your passion for me

WHAT MORE BEAUTY

 

What more beauty could there be

Than in a maiden lithe of limb

With perfect elegance and grace

And a figure both sleek and trim

Beheld in the vision of a man

Who thinks she only has eyes for him

I LOVE YOU DARLING WARTS AND ALL

 

I love you Darling warts and all

Though I can’t seem to recall

When we first met at the mall

And we chatted in the food hall

You ever mentioning warts at all

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

I SHOULD HAVE TRIED MUCH HARDER

 

I should have tried much harder

Looking back upon that day

I should have fought for you

I should have tried every way

You were the very best of me

Around you my heart lightened

In your presence I walked on air

Around you my spirits brightened

 

I lost myself in my own conceit

I was consumed by self-obsession

I stopped seeing you as precious

And treated you like my possession

 

I should have tried much harder

On that day so very long ago

I should have fought for you

Instead I ran away and let you go