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
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
All those yesterday’s
ago,
How the regret still
lingers
Of the way I let you
go
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.
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
For perfect love is
unique
Perfect sex is not
exclusive
For perfect sex is
just technique
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
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.