We are poles apart
You are north to my
south
We are different ends
of the solar system
You are Mercury I am
Pluto
We are contradictory
You are black to my
white
We are from different
ends of the earth
We inhabit different
hemispheres
You are up and I am
down
We should be knife and
fork
Brush and paint
Cup and saucer
Pepper and salt
But we are not
How did we become man
and wife?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Is that really true I
wonder
Does it work without
fail
Or is it just an old wife’s
tale
I’m not sure the advice
is the best
And I’m fearful to put
it to the test
For if I were to go
away
For a month, a week, a
day
I fear I wouldn’t miss
you and pine
But would think our
separation fine
Phil Marshall was 22 years old and an only
child who lived with his parents in a huge 10 bedroom house in the village of Shallowfield
on the edge of the Dancingdean Forest, and he had led a very privileged life
and he was spoilt and conceited and had grown accustomed to always getting what
he wanted.
So when the Purcell’s came to stay for the family
Christmas gathering in the 1990’s and he set his cap for their eldest daughter
Denise he fully expected to get his wish and sleep her.
She was a year younger than him with flaming
red shoulder length hair and a busty undulating form that made his heart race.
He planned on wasting
no time in getting in his Cousin Denise’s bed but alas on the first night
beneath the Marshall’s roof he fell asleep while he waited for the house to
fall silent.
So on the second night
he made sure he didn’t succumb to sleep before Denise succumbed to his lust.
It was just after 1 am
when he tiptoed across the landing in a Santa Suit, full of expectation but as
he slowly opened the door he was greeted by the discouraging sight of Denise
cuddled beneath the duvet with the family housekeeper Josie McCalonan.
As he stood watching,
Denise suddenly opened her eyes and realised he was there and said
“There’s no one in
here for you Santa we’ve had out presents” and she smiled contentedly.
Phil closed the door and turned around to
find Denise’s older sister Rachel standing by her open bedroom door and as
Rachel had carried a torch for Phil for several years she said.
“If she’s not interested I wouldn’t say no to
a present”
Rachel was not as pretty or busty or as sexy
as her sister but she was obviously straight, she was willing and she was
standing across the landing so Phil decided that she may have been second best but he knew that she
would still give him a Christmas to remember.
After thirty years of marriage
To celebrate our
anniversary
My wife and I
Went back once again
To our honeymoon hotel
And this time it was I
Who chose to sit alone
In the bathroom
And cry
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.
