Molly Barrington’s
grandfather, Sir Avery Arnold, was keen that Danny encouraged Molly's
relationship with God, not that she needed any encouragement, she never missed
a Sunday, and if she couldn't do the Sunday morning, she would do the evening
service, even if it meant going to a different Church, which is what they did
when they found themselves in Abbotsford on a Sunday and attended the evening
service at St Dunston’s.
On the 17th they met up with the family again in
Abbottsford and over the following three days visited galleries, museums, the theatre, did more shopping,
and Danny even managed to get tickets for the Abbottsford Town game, but all
too soon it was time for them to leave.
As an employee of
Shaw Brothers, David Leggett, got free travel on the ferry, so he took his
car to the island, which was where he was sitting in his car in the
carpark at St Pierre, adjacent to the port, and June Stonard was approaching
furtively, in a baggy raincoat with her coat collar pulled up and the brim of
her fedora pulled down, and he smiled as it was unlikely that anyone would
notice her given how poor the visibility was due to the rain.
When
she reached the car, she opened the passenger door and quickly got in and they
immediately kissed, and the moment their lips met he wanted her, and he could
tell by the urgency of her response that she wanted him too.
She
had wanted him for several months, but he had resisted, but now the resistance
was over.
There
problem was where, she wasn’t the type of girl to do it in the car, they
couldn’t go to hers as her husband worked nights and was at home during the
day, and he couldn’t take her back to his house as his wife was terminally ill,
and they certainly couldn’t do it al fresco given the weather, but they really
wanted each other.
Unbeknown
to her he already had a plan, which was why they were meeting in the car park.
He
disengaged his mouth from hers, kissed her forehead and said, “Buckle up.”
“Where
are we going?” she asked suspiciously.
“We’re
going sailing” he replied as he pulled out of the carpark.
“What
in this weather?”
They
drove out of the port and followed the road past the Bellevue Hospital, and the
Beaumont Hotel, and Halfway Lane then followed the road all the way to
Spaniards Creek where they parked beside the Spanish River and quickly walked
to down the tow path.
They walked surreptitiously
for about 20 yards along the bank before he climbed aboard a small cabin
cruiser.
“Where are you going?” she
said with alarm, looking around to see if anyone was looking.
“Don’t panic” he said. “It
belongs to my mate, Terry.”
“Are we allowed?” she asked
feebly.
“Of course,” he replied. “He’s
in the states”
“Yes,
but are we allowed?”
“Yes,
we’re allowed” he replied
In the cabin, as the flowing
waters of the Spanish River lapped against the side of boat, he lapped at her
flowing waters, and they made vigorous love as the rain beat down and the
thunderclaps drowned out her moans of pleasure.
They continued their
afternoon delight until the early evening when it began getting dark, so they
left the boat, and he said after they returned to the car.
“That was a very pleasant
afternoon,”
“Wasn’t it, I’m not so sure
what your friend will think about the mess we’ve made.”
June said with a grin, and
they drove back to St Pierre.
When
they returned to the car park, they kissed again but with slightly less urgency
than before.
“I
liked sailing” she said and smiled.
“Me
too” he agreed. “And Terry said I can have use of the boat until August.
“Smashing”
she said as she got out of the car.
After
watching her walk away into the darkness, he got on the last ferry of the day,
returned home and after quickly showering away his lust, he went to check on
his wife.
However,
as he sat at his wife’s bedside, he reflected on his comment about having use
of the boat until august, because as he listened to her breathing, he thought
their need of it certainly wouldn’t reach until late summer, early spring was
exceedingly optimistic.
After a tearful farewell at
the Hotel, Molly repaired her makeup before they met up with publisher, Max
Parsons, and had a long leisurely lunch.
They
were planning to head back down the Expressway straight after breakfast but the
previous afternoon they received a message from Bramstock, Goodman, Crossfield, and Bushe, Sir Avery Arnold’s solicitors, asking if they could meet at their
offices on Saturday morning, the reason being that they had had some
interesting news, so they had a very important and fruitful meeting with them,
and decided to have a celebratory dinner and stay another night before checking
out of the Abbottsford Regents Hotel on Sunday.