Saturday, 4 September 2021

I LOVE POOH BEAR

 

I love Pooh bear

And Paddington bear

I love my panda bear

And my teddy Bear

But most of all I must declare

I love my honey bare

YOU SLIPPED THROUGH MY FINGERS

 

You slipped through my fingers

All those yesterday’s ago,

How the regret still lingers

Of the way I let you go

Friday, 3 September 2021

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (68) Molly’s Breakfast Suprise

 

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 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 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.

 

Another regular recipient of her not inconsiderable lust was paediatric registrar Polly Jones, a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes who was to all intents and purposes happily married to an oncologist, and she was happily married and had never been unfaithful to him with another man but other women were another matter and Molly was one of those lucky women.

They got together whenever they could, not as often as Molly would have liked but they made the most of it when they did.

They just had to be patient but for Molly that was sometimes easier said than done.

 

Polly was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by a rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle filling probably.

She looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and it appeared she had an unexpected houseguest, she had no idea who it was and frankly it could have been anyone.

She knew who it wasn’t, her husband Derek, he was in Geneva for an Oncology seminar.

She was a bit miffed about being woken up as she was having a delicious dream about an operating table and the theatre sister, so she got out of bed and went to investigate the noise wearing a frown.

She threw on her robe and crept quietly downstairs, pausing only to stop and pick up a vase for self-defence.

But as she approached the kitchen Polly suddenly hesitated as she caught sight of Molly sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for the kettle to boil.

She didn’t make her presence known, instead she watched her through the crack in the door and smiled, because she was pleased to see her, because Polly had fallen in love with the slutty nurse.

“What are you doing here?” she asked “I thought you were on nights”

“I was but I swapped shifts with Danny” she replied

“Why?” Polly asked as she walked towards Molly and kissing her full on the mouth.

“Because I knew you were home alone and I really wanted to see you” Molly replied

“You’re horny you mean”

“Well yes, but that’s not the reason” she said

“Why then? If you just needed your itch scratching you could have used Samantha” Polly pointed out

“Because I missed you” she replied “and I just wanted to see you”

“So if I suggested that we just have breakfast together and nothing else, you would be happy with that”

“Yes” she replied and look down at her lap

“Because you’re special”

“What do you mean?” Polly asked with a racing heart

“I mean I think you’re special” she said “Very special”

“Are you trying to say what I think you’re trying to say?” Polly asked and held her breath

“Yes”

“You have to say it then” Polly insisted

It was hard for Molly because she’d never said it before, and meant it, because she had never felt it before but she took a deep breath and said

“I love you”

“Oh God I love you too” Polly said and wrapped her arms around her.

 

HOLIDAY ROMANCE

 

You wanted love

Sweet thing

A holiday romance

Not a brief fling

You wanted love

Romance and kisses

Holding hands

And making wishes

You sought a lover

In a romantic way

You should have known

At the end of the day

He sought a “gagging for it”

Nice easy lay

That was his idea

Of a romantic holiday

PERFECT LOVE CAN BE ILLUSIVE

 

Perfect love can be illusive

For perfect love is unique

Perfect sex is not exclusive

For perfect sex is just technique

OPEN YOUR EYES ANGEL

 

Open your eyes Angel

Wipe away the sleep

Be very careful

Don’t sell yourself cheap

Watch out angel

Whatever you do

He’ll break your heart

And make you blue

He’ll get what he wants

Then he’ll wave goodbye

Leaving you sullied

Leaving you to cry

He will have a place to go

For his next bit of frilly lace

Another silly girl

Just as easy to disgrace

Another notch on the bedpost

Another easy conquest

Leaving you alone

Broken hearted and bereft

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (67) A Solicitor’s Deposition

 

Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles were a firm of Shallowfield Solicitors with a very good reputation and a varied clientele and they handled a wide variety of legal work and kept a healthy number of Solicitors and large number of staff gainfully employed.

One of whom was 48 year old Divorcee Kayleigh Mascia who had been a Solicitor with the firm all of her professional life.

And during that long career she had given everything to the firm which had ultimately cost her her marriage and she never once questioned her commitment, but shortly after her 48th birthday she met Steve May.

 

Steve was the brother of one of her clients and she met him when he accompanied his sister to the office and they hit it off and on one visit an invitation was extended for him to join her for a coffee and he accepted, which she was delighted with, much more so than she would have expected.

He was an attractive man, tall and slim in his early fifties who always wore a tailored Italian suit, but it wasn’t his physique or taste in clothes that turned her head, it was his soulful eyes and when Steve cast those soulful eyes in her direction he was instantly struck by cupid’s arrow and when she spoke in her soft Downshire accent he was spellbound.

 

Kayleigh was petite and dainty with a pretty fine featured face framed by an abundance of red curly hair.

They were both divorcees and wary of going down the marriage path again and they rather liked the casual nature of their relationship which was similarly very discrete.

His visits to the office followed by coffee at Addison’s Cafe became a regular thing, and this later led to dinner a couple of nights a week at least.

 

But when his sister’s divorce was finalized he had no other reason to go to the offices other than to see her and if they continued they would doubtless have raised a few eyebrows, and they weren’t ready for that.

So they sought out other venues, where they could go to avoid prying eyes, they couldn’t go to her place because she had very nosy neighbours and they couldn’t go to his because he was house sharing with his sister since her divorce.

They could have gone farther afield and stayed at a Hotel, that was certainly an option, but twice a week, every week was not financially sustainable, and their relationship had, at that time not reached the level of intimacy where they could share a room, and they thought it would have made it all a bit seedy anyway and they didn’t want that, they just wanted to enjoy each other’s company.

Which was why they had to start thinking outside the box.

 

Some of Kayleigh’s clients didn’t like meeting at Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles or their own homes or premises for that matter so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings in Hotel conference rooms or suites.

One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was the Clayton Manor who had a reputation for discretion.

But conference rooms and suites were not hired by the hour, not at the Clayton anyway and such meeting never lasted all day so they had a venue where they could meet, and as the room hire was charged to the client’s account there was no cost involved to them.

 

Some of Kayleigh’s clients didn’t like meeting at Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles or their own homes or premises for that matter so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings in Hotel conference rooms or suites.

One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was the Clayton Manor who had a reputation for discretion.

But conference rooms and suites were not hired by the hour, not at the Clayton anyway and such meeting never lasted all day so they had a venue where they could meet, and as the room hire was charged to the client’s account there was no cost involved to them.

 

In addition Gary Playford, the Hotel manager, was very accommodating, and once her client had departed, he would have the room set up for intimate dining, and would ensure once her dinner guest had arrived that they were not disturbed.  

 

Steve arrived at the Clayton Manor Hotel shortly before lunch and, not for the first time, made himself known to the receptionist who had been told to expect him.

“Steve May” he said “I’m here to give a deposition”

But although they had met at the Clayton several times before this occasion was not going to be like his previous visits.

 

He was suited and booted in his hand made suit and Italia kid leather shoes and was directed to the second floor.

“The second floor?” he queried “I didn’t know you had meeting rooms on the second floor”

“You will be met at the elevator” the receptionist responded

 

He entered the lift and pressed 2 and when the doors opened he was greeted formally by Kayleigh in her Solicitorial way

“Hello Mr May” she said and shook his hand “Would you like to follow me, we’re in room 207”

So he followed her down the corridor until they arrived at their destination, Suite 207, very plush, and hanging on the door handle was a sign which read “Legal Deposition being taken DO NOT ENTER”

 

Just inside the door there was table bearing a briefcase and a pile of legal papers, just as you would be expected to find if it really was an official Deposition.

But Kayleigh led him beyond the vestibule and into the sitting room of the suite which had a dining table and two chairs in the centre of the room which was laid ready for an intimate dinner for two and the room was sympathetically lit for the occasion.

“Do you like it?” she asked as she walked toward him, she wanted everything to be just right because she had decided that that was the day that they took their relationship to the next level.

“Very nice” he said and stepped forward to meet her and then they kissed.

The kiss was of such intensity that Kayleigh was left in no doubt that Steve acquiesced with her plans.

So they shared a wonderful meal in their suite, all washed down with French Champagne, after which she had him for desert.