In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (101) – August Bank Holiday

August

 

Monica Gipki was 26 years old and worked in the costume department at the Purplemere Studios for eight years.

It was her first job after she finished college and she had been happy there, mostly.

But while she was there, she had been seeing a design director, Scott Newman, he seemed nice at first, but ultimately, she realized it wasn’t working, so after a couple of months, she ended it.

However, when it ended, Scott wouldn’t accept it and he wouldn’t stop pestering her, but she remained resolute, which was when he turned nasty and made her life a misery.

So, she chose the only course of action left open to her and resigned, that enraged him even more and he pledged that she would never work in the industry again.

“I will have you blacklisted” he screamed

Fortunately, she had been approached several times by the Heartstone Theatre in Pipershaven.

As luck would have it her cousin George was the village Police Sergeant, in Pepperstock Green, so she was able to stay with his family for a couple of months at the Police House while she found her feet and she knew that the job was going to work out.

 

She lived with her brother Morgan in Purplemere while she was working at the Studios, and when she moved to Pepperstock Green she left a lot of her stuff there as she didn’t want to burn her bridges completely.

They were both from Wales originally and moved to Downshire together, and they had lived together in his flat for 7 years.   

 

In the middle of July Monica started working at the Theatre and was welcomed with open arms as they had been trying to poach her from Purplemere for two years.

She was also introduced to the Town’s nightlife by her co-workers, and she immediately turned heads.

Because she was a pretty girl, tall and slim with lovely corn coloured hair, a fair complexion and a lovely smile, she soon had the young men dancing attendance on her.

But she had sworn off men for the duration, so she gave them no encouragement.

But two of her admirers were not so easily discouraged and they were two friends who worked for Pipershaven Council, and they not only shared an attraction to Monica they also shared a flat in Town.

 

The two guys in question were William Stuart and Morgan Collier and they were both personable enough in their way but were as different from each other as chalk and cheese.

William was the younger man by a year, tall and dark with classic good looks, whereas Morgan was short, stocky with close cropped orange hair and despite her pledge Monica really liked them.  

But despite the fact that she liked them, they were men, and she had played that game before and lost so she was in no mood to repeat past mistakes.

 

However, her reservations notwithstanding, she did weaken after a month of persistent pursuit and went out on a few dates with them, cinema, coffee, a drink or a pizza, but strictly as companions, nothing else, but without her meaning for it to happen a fondness developed between them.

They were all of a similar age and even to the casual observer there appeared to be a bit of a love triangle forming, and as time went on Monica was enjoying the attention and as a result, she was reluctant to upset the status quo, but in the end, it wasn’t her decision.

 

It happened in mid-August when William overheard his love rival Morgan talking to his sister at the house they shared, where he was boasting about securing a date with Monica and how he was going all out to win her affections once and for all, a lavish restaurant, red roses and handmade chocolates.

“She can’t possibly say no” he said smugly

“We’ll see about that” William said to himself.

 

The first thing he did was to make a date with Monica for the Bank Holiday Weekend, and secondly, he went to see another friend, who worked as a carpenter, to cadge an off cut of soft wood for a little project.

Working on wood carving had always been a hobby of his but now he had a project that had to be completed in less than two weeks.  

 

On the day of the big date Stuart picked Monica up from the Police House.

“So where are we going?” she asked as she closed the passenger door

“You’ll have to wait and see” he replied and accelerated away.

An hour later he pulled into an empty parking space on the promenade at Sharpington-By-Sea

“The seaside?” she asked

“Disappointed?” he countered

“No, not at all, I love the seaside, but I’ve never been here before”

“Then you are in for a real treat”

 

August Bank Holiday weekend was a busy time to see Sharpington, but it was at its best.

The first place he took her to was Bizzoni’s Ice Cream Parlour on Sharpington Pier.

“Ice cream!!” she exclaimed

“It’s not just ice cream, its Bizzoni’s ice cream” he explained “And no visit to Sharpington is complete without one”

“I don’t need asking twice she retorted”

 

After Bizzoni’s they walked to the Sharpington Fun Park, which was the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper, all very tame compared to a 21st century roller coaster, but of all the rides on offer it was the Tunnel of Love, which Stuart thought was the perfect location for what he had in mind.

They were walked through the gates and Monica put her arm through his and she felt comfortable, because William was a tall man, six feet four in fact, Monica was tall herself, so it made a nice change to walk arm in arm with a man who was taller than her and it made her feel very feminine.

 

When they got to the Fun Park he went to the kiosk to buy a shed load of tokens, because he didn’t know how many rides it might take to do what he needed to do.

As he queued for the tickets Monica looked on, and he turned around and smiled and she surprised herself when she said to herself

“I think he’s the one”

 

When he rejoined her, they went deeper inside the park and ambled around aimlessly until he said

“Let’s go on the Tunnel of Love”

“Oh ok” she agreed

There was a bit of a queue as the ride was clearly still popular even if it was a bit old-fashioned for the 21st century.

When their turn came, they got in the next empty boat and it set off, it was an altogether slower ride than anything else in the park but that suited him.

“I’ve got you a present” he said as he fished in his pocket

“Why?” She asked suspiciously “What’s the occasion?”

“Does there need to be one?”

“No”

“Then enjoy!” He said and held a small, gift-wrapped package in his hand.

“What’s this?”

“Open it and find out” he suggested but her fingers wouldn’t work because she was overwhelmed, she had never felt such romantic feelings.

When she managed to gain control of her digits and tear the paper to reveal the contents of the package, she audibly gasped

“It’s a love spoon” she whispered

A Welsh love spoon was traditionally given as a gift to woman and was ideally hand carved by the suitor, but in the contemporary age they are normally bought commercially.

“It’s beautiful” Monica said, “where on earth did you find it?”

“I made it”

“You made it?” she asked in disbelief “For me”

The romantic feelings that she had felt previously, multiplied exponentially as she held the hand carved spoon in her hands.

She only took her eyes away from it long enough to look at the man who had made her feel so special.

Her eyes had only just returned to the spoon as the boat emerged into the night air.

“Let’s go around again,” she pleaded “Twice”

So, he handed over two more tokens to the operator and their boat passed through the entrance again and the moment the door closed behind them Monica kissed him, and they were still kissing when they emerged into the sunlight again and for most of the next circuit.

In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (100) – Sally Forth

 August

 

Sally Nixon had lived her entire married life in the village of Pepperstock Green, in the same house in fact, and had been very happy there, even the eighteen months since her husband’s untimely death had not been without happiness.

Having her son Henry living with her had definitely contributed to that and having his brother George, wife and granddaughters nearby also helped.

However she felt things needed to change, Henry was now in a committed relationship with Holly Mayston and spent as many nights with her as he did at home, so it was only a matter of time before he moved out altogether.

Pipershaven was Pepperstock Greens largest neighbour, which was where Sally Nixon was driving to on a hot sunny August afternoon.

 

She lived in a house, on the west side of the village right on the edge of the countryside, in a large, detached house and had lived there her whole married life and although it was too big for her, she could never imagine living anywhere else.

Sally had come close to losing the house after her husband died and she and Henry had to work hard to keep a roof over their heads.

But now the mortgage was paid off and all the sacrifices made over the years had paid off.

She had a good job at St Adelaide’s Retreat, a loving family and a large circle of friends, the only thing lacking in her life was a romantic attachment as she hadn’t found a significant other in her life since her husband passed.

When she arrived at the Tennis club she parked up, and when she got out, she was wearing white Tennis shoes, white ankle socks with yellow trim and a pale-yellow tennis dress, mid-thigh length, to show off her lovely long tanned legs, which she was very proud of.

On her head she wore a peaked cap, and her hair was tied in a ponytail, Theresa had the same colouring as her mother had, pale ginger hair, fair delicate skin, and stunning blue eyes, her hair was going a little salt and peppery, which she could have dyed, but she rather liked it.

 

She smiled when she saw her Tennis partner walking towards her, because her Sons and daughter-in-law had been talking about wanting to find someone for her, but they didn’t know that she already had her sights set on the new Counselor up at the retreat, who was her partner that afternoon, but she hoped that it was just the beginning.

In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (099) – Significant Holiday

August

 

The Old Grange stands to the north of Pepperstock Green and had survived from the 17th century and it was the home of William and Mary Farnham.

The next generation of the family lived in Abbottsford but the Farnham and the Laslett families, holidayed every summer at the Grange as well as all the significant holidays during the year.

Bernie and Pamela Farnham and their sons Stuart and Cary, Pamela’s sister Cora Laslett and husband Alfie and their daughters Katrina and Elise, all stayed with William and Mary, and the house was perfectly placed for access into the Pepperstock Hills National Park.

 

It was on one such family summer holiday, one particularly significant year when it first happened.
Cary Farnham was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday and his cousin Katrina was just sixteen.
Katrina had followed him around with puppy dog eyes for as long as he could remember but he always gave her the brush off, but since the previous Christmas he had suddenly become aware of her sexuality when instead of just following him around Katrina started flirting with him quite expertly and outrageously.
From the moment they arrived at the house she began with the flirting  but he wasn't really interested, he already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two in the wings so he tried his best to ignore her.
But that proved to be easier said than done when she spent most of the day in tight shorts and skimpy tops and she was extremely fit and she flaunted what she had very well indeed.
She knew he was weakening, after all he was only eighteen so she took her chance one hot afternoon.
Both sets of parents, the grandparents and the younger siblings had all gone off on a trip to Sharpington for the day, so after she heard Cary was staying behind she made an excuse and stayed at the Grange as well because she had lust on her mind.
Once the rest of the family were well on their way she walked into his bedroom wearing only black satin underwear, matching camiknickers and camisole, which she had borrowed for the occasion from her mum.

He was standing with his back to her toweling his hair dry and wearing only a towel around his waist, so Katrina walked up behind him and deftly loosened his towel and before it hit the floor, she wrapped her arms around him and the moment her hands reached the prize she knew she had her man.

 

“That was nice” she said after completing the seduction of her cousin, before rolling off him and laying down beside him with her head on his chest and Cary made acquiescent noises in response.

After about 10 minutes she gave his chest a kiss and said

“I’m going for a swim; I’ll see you out there”. 

“I’m too tired” he replied, “I think I’ll have a sleep”.

“Oh, that’s a shame” Katrina said, “because after a swim I thought we could go to my room, but if you’re too tired never mind”.

Five minutes later Cary arrived by the pool wearing his speedos, Katrina liked what she could see because her eyes were drawn to the contents which was already arousing.

“I like you in those” she said, “but I don’t think you’ll be wearing them for long”.

Katrina was not wrong about that as they had five minutes in the pool and then they spent the rest of the afternoon in her room, in her bed.

They almost got caught when the parents returned as they had fallen asleep in her bed, but they got away with it, just.

Although that day was the first time, they had sex, it was not the last occasion on that holiday that they did it and nor was that holiday the last time that the kissing cousins got sweaty together, in fact over the years they became regular bed buddies. 

In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (098) – Holly Wood

July

 

At the picnic a few minutes had passed before Henry realized Holly had gone and after surveying the area and not being able to see her, he panicked and muttered under his breath.

His mother Sally saw his discomfort, smiled and said.

“I think she’s gone to cool off in Woods.”

A moment or two later Henry ambled off in the same general direction Holly had taken.

He followed the well-worn path into the wood, and he found they were cool and refreshing but he couldn’t see Holly anywhere.

But then it occurred to him that he didn’t actually know what he was going to say to her even if he did find her, he had never been very good at that kind of thing.

So, he stopped and turned around and began walking back the way he came but then he stopped again and said out loud.

“For God’s sake you’ll just have to wing it.”

Despite the fact that Henry had never winged anything in his life he turned around again and resumed his original course.

After venturing thirty yards deeper into the wood towards the reiver he could hear someone cursing and muttering in the near distance but couldn’t at that point see the source of the cursing as well as hear it.

So, he walked closer towards the sound and when he found the cause of the commotion, he also found Holly, he knew it was her even though she had her back to him because of what she was wearing, a blue vest top and a short floral skirt and of course he recognized the remarkable legs that descended from her skirt.

Holly was on the edge of a clearing and the reason for the cursing and the muttering appeared to be because she had unfortunately got herself snagged on some brambles and was struggling to release herself.

“Anything I can help you with?” he offered.

“Oh” she exclaimed as she glanced over her shoulder.

“Yes please”

“Right, where exactly are you hooked?” he asked as he got closer.

“There are two on my skirt and another one on my top” she said.

“Every time I free myself from one, I get hooked on another.”

It was a fairly large clearing with a fallen oak to one side, but she had managed to catch herself on the only hazard in the clearing.

“What possessed you to get so close to the brambles?” he asked.

“Well, it’s quite thick undergrowth and I was looking for some privacy” she replied.

“Privacy?” he asked.

“Yes”

“Privacy for wha….?” He began but then the penny dropped as he realized that she was looking for somewhere away from prying eyes because she needed to pee.

“Ok got that now” he said and began tackling her impediments.

The first one on her skirt had caught on the hem and had lifted it upwards exposing the full length of her thigh and Henry feasted his eyes on it, which didn’t go unnoticed, Holly was flattered at first, but she suddenly became self-conscious under his gaze, almost at the precise moment that he realized what he was doing.

“Sorry” he said and blushed and quickly released the hem of her skirt.

With her modesty restored Henry turned his attention to the remaining snags, the first was simple as it was on the waste band of her skirt, but the second one was trickier as it was on the side of her vest top just behind her left shoulder and was well embedded in the lace trim of her neckline which he tackled as he stood behind her.

It was a bit of a fiddle, and it took him a minute or so to get the thorn out without ruining her top.

“Ok, got it” he said and held the thorny stem upwards.

“Now step backwards slowly.”

Holly complied and when she was out of reach of any other stems, he released the one he was holding and stepped backwards as well, but because Holly was wearing flip flops her foot came adrift of her footwear and she stumbled.

Fortunately Henry was on hand and he reached out one of his long limbs and scooped her up in his arms and the moment they were face to face her mouth sought out his and she rewarded him for his chivalry and kissed him, but it was not merely a thank you kiss it was much more passionate than that and it was just as she imagined it would be when she couldn’t take her eyes off him at the picnic.

When the kiss was over Holly smiled at him coyly and said

“I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“What? No don’t go yet” he implored her.

“But I have to “go”” she repeated and shuffled her weight from foot to foot.

“Ah ok you have to “go”” he said, and she nodded her head. 

“I will see you later then” he said, and Holly gave him a quick peck and ran off.

“Stay away from the brambles” he called after her.

 

“I hope she comes back” he thought to himself as he exited the wood and sat back down on the blanket in the space he had vacated and then he glanced around to see where the rest of his family were.

But he hadn’t spotted them during the five minutes that elapsed before Holly reappeared into the sunlight from the woods and quickly crossed the field and sat down, but not where she sat during the picnic, but on his blanket, opposite him and after they exchanged a smile, she took hold of his hand, and he kissed her.

In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (097) – The Open Day Picnic

July

 

Ex RAF man Henry Nixon was 29 years old, tall, lean, and olive skinned with thick black curly hair, and was living and working in Abbottsford when his father died.

So, he decided to give up his life in town and move home.

It was by no means ideal for him to move back to village life, because since he had been away he had become a bit of a townie, but it was the right thing for him to do, even though his mother Sally tried to discourage him.

That had been more than a year earlier, and he was very settled and happy, within a few weeks he got a job as a Chauffeur with James Percival, and now he’d given up any thoughts of returning to Abbottsford.

 

The weekend after the official opening of the St Adelaide’s Reflection and Healing Retreat there was an open day for the staff and people from the village, including a Picnic in the extensive grounds.

Th open day was well attended by the villagers, who were all eager to see within the walls of the convent, and it was a real family affair with all the generations represented.

Young boys with dirty knees and footballs at their feet, giggling girls with pigtails and plaits, teenage boys awkwardly trying to interact with teenage girls, who were in turn learning to be women, old men trying to remember how to be young, old women like mutton dressed as lamb.

In fact, every age group was represented and the different social groups mixed effortlessly.

 

As it was the first such event, which Toddy Phelps hoped would be repeated annually, it was very well attended, and everyone was determined to enjoy it.

As they lived on that side of the village, Henry walked to the Retreat with his mother, Sally, and his two young nieces, Donna and Elsie, their parents would be joining them a little later.

They were not the only villagers taking Shanks’s pony on the day and as they walked towards the retreat he was admiring some of the attractive girls along the way.

A girl in a figure-hugging blue dress, and he admired it as the fabric hugged her young curves, and he marveled at its apparent seamlessness, and the straight honey coloured hair caressing her neck as she walked ahead of him, until she stopped to talk with a friend.

His attention was then drawn to the friend who had a curious hair style with her brown hair worn short on one side and long on the other, and she had a silk scarf around her throat which he assumed was probable covering a love bite or a zit, as it was a warm day, certainly too warm for a scarf.

His eyes then settled on an absolute stunner in a floral dress and flat shoes who was peering at him from beneath her straw covered fringe.

They were then overtaken by two middle aged women who clearly didn’t understand the picnic dress code, one was wearing a smart jacket and a pleated skirt and the other had on a silver sparkling dress with long lace sleeves.

However as attractive as the assembled ladies were they didn’t hold his attention long, because none of them “rang his bell” and he doubted he would see anyone at the open day that would.

However, that all changed when he and his family settled on a picnic blanket on the grassy meadow.

As soon as the Nixon’s sat down, Henry was struck by the look of a girl with no bra who walked up and sat down on the neighbouring picnic blanket.

However, it wasn’t just the fact that she was braless beneath her blue vest top, nor was it just that she was beautiful, and she was very definitely that, with a seductive smile, and fine soft brown hair with flyaway strands which were turned gold by the summer sun.

It wasn’t even her short floral skirt and the remarkable legs that descended from it.

The combination of all of those attributes certainly blew him away, but it was the way in which she looked at him and then averted her gaze with a coy smile and a blush, when he caught her, that was what made her so incredibly alluring.

 

Henry found out from his mother, Sally, who was now on the staff at the Retreat in an admin role, that the girl was called Holly Mayston, and she lived and worked at St Adelaide’s as a yoga teacher and that she was 27 years old, and most importantly of all that she was unattached.

 

After the food was consumed, Donna and Elsie went off to play with the other children, Sally cleared everything away and small groups formed among the adults to chat, then Henry noticed Holly, the braless beauty had wandered off but hadn’t noticed where.

 

In fact, she had gone off alone towards the woods, because it was the hottest part of the afternoon and apart from anything else Holly was hoping to find a little cool respite beneath the dense canopy, and she was not disappointed.

In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (096) – Opening their Doors

July

 

July 1^st marked the official reincarnation of the former St Adelaide’s Convent with the opening of the St Adelaide’s Reflection and Healing Retreat.

As a former Anglican Convent there was still going to be a strong spiritual element to the retreat, but it was not going to be exclusively Christian, despite the fact that there was an Anglican chapel on site, as all faiths and no faiths will be welcomed with open arms.

On top of the strong faith aspect, there was a variety of therapeutic support,

including individual therapy, group therapy, equine therapy, gardening therapy and holistic practices like yoga, meditation, and mindfulness, in addition there are workshops on personal development, stress and anxiety management, and emotional healing, for the bereaved, burnt-out carers, and a place of peace for retired clergy.

The founders of the retreat Charlie and Toddy Phelps thought it fitting that the first guests should be Toddy’s former religious Sisters, Sister Margaret and Sister Lucy, as they had served their whole lives at the former Convent and would be living out the rest of their days in tranquility.

 

The spiritual head of the Retreat was to be forty-year-old Justyna Krajewska, who officially took up the role on July 1^st, wasn’t even on the mainland when she was supposed to be in post.

That was because she had spent the previous six months as locum at St Clara’s Church in Spaniards Creek on Beaumont Island in Pepperstock Bay.

It wasn’t too critical because although they were opening the doors to guests on the first, the retreat wouldn’t be fully up and running until the beginning of August.

But she wasn’t late starting her new job due to tardiness, it was at the behest of her new employer Toddy Phelps.

Toddy had requested that she delayed her arrival in order that she could escort Sister Margaret and Sister Lucy on the ferry.

The elderly Nuns had been staying on the neighbouring Island since the Convent closed the previous year at the St Giles retreat.

So, on the morning of July 1^st, after saying her goodbyes, Justyna boarded a Water Taxi, the Ocean Breeze, from the quayside in Spaniards Creek.

Proceeding along the river to the open sea then crossed the channel from Spaniards Point to Cabot Town on St Giles island.

 

When she disembarked in Cabot Town she was met by Reverend Henry Noble, who worked at the retreat and the Sister’s as the ferry was already approaching the dock.

Fifteen minutes later they said goodbye to the Reverend and boarded the Empress Victoria, skippered by Olivia Shaw and soon after they set sail, metaphorically, for Pipershaven.

 

When they disembarked at the ferry port they were met by two drivers from Percival’s Luxury Cars, the first was the younger of the two, Henry Nixon, whose job it was to collect the luggage.

The second was the owner of the business, James Percival, who was there to collect the ladies.

He wouldn’t normally make himself available for a simple taxi job, but he had a soft spot for Charlie and Toddy Phelps.

It was James who drove Toddy from the Vicarage to the church in a Vintage 1936 Bentley on their wedding day, and as the starting point and the destination were so close together, he took a turn around the Village so she would get the maximum from the experience.

After the ceremony they he drove the happy couple to the reception, Toddy confided in him that he made her feel like a princess.

After helping Sister Margaret and Sister Lucy into the car and getting them settled his attention was drawn to their companion, a tall willowy woman, with shoulder length brunette hair, intelligent green laughing eyes, a broad toothy smile and a warm open manner.

He was overwhelmingly and instantly captivated by her remarkably pleasant demeanour and took to her immediately.

 

Justyna had already noticed the tall sandy-haired Chauffeur and his kind nature, while he settled the Sisters, and though she had never been one for instant attraction, she was smitten.

 

Justyna sat in the front passenger seat for the journey to St. Adelaide’s and she and James chatted amiably all the way and by the time they pulled in through the gates and along the drive the luxury car chauffeur and the spiritual head of the Retreat had a dinner date for Saturday night.

Nobody was more pleased than Toddy, who always knew they’d make a perfect couple, she just needed to make sure they could be encouraged into each other’s orbits, which was why she asked Justyna to travel over with the Sisters and she ensured James would meet them off the ferry.

In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (095) – Independence Day

July

 

Stephen Lucking and Jeri Robertson were American’s and newly arrived in Downshire and were part of the therapeutic team at the St Adelaide’s Reflection and Healing Retreat.

After being there for a month, they were invited to an Independence Day party at the home of an American Businessman who had a grand house that backed onto the dunes at the Northern end of Sharpington in the shadow of Whitecliffe Hill.  

Stephen and Jeri travelled together in his car, which suited Jeri because she wanted him all to herself. 

 

It had been a frustrating time for her, she had tried everything to get him to react to her, and she knew he fancied her because she had caught him looking at her more than once when he thought she hadn’t noticed, but he did nothing more than look, and she didn’t understand why, he was single, she was single, he fancied her, she fancied him, so what was holding him back?

 

That wasn’t the only thing that was frustrating her as they got on the Expressway, the weather was also conspiring to upset her plans.

Ever since she got the invitation to the party and heard about its location, she had been fantasying about getting Stephen alone in the sand dunes.

However, it was turning into a very frustrating day, as they drove beneath ink black skies and the rain beat down on the car roof, as thunder boomed overhead, and lightning flashed in the gloom, and she audibly sighed.

“The rain should let up by the time we get to Sharpington” he said brightly, and she smiled

“If the weather does clear” she thought to herself “I might still get him in the dunes”

 

The rain continued to hammer down all the way to the coast and Jeri thought he was being extremely optimistic about the weather clearing.

They parked on the promenade facing the sea and sat in the car waiting for a glimmer of brightness and she sighed again.

“Don’t worry” he said “it will brighten up”

But Jeri was still unconvinced and sighed again so he gave her hand a squeeze, and she thought things were brightening up already, but then he became self-conscious and took his hand away again.

 

Twenty minutes later the rain stopped, and he said

“Come on then Jeri, let’s go and find the party”

“Ok” she agreed and got out of the car

“I don’t know where it is from here” he admitted

“The email said to walk past those beach huts” she said pointing “and then follow the path through the dunes”

“Ok then” he said enthusiastically “Let’s go”

Jeri’s frustration had turned to confusion after he held her hand, there had never been any physicality before, and he was embarrassed by it as if he had overstepped a mark that she was unaware of.

 

They walked to the end of the promenade and then followed the path that led past a row of brightly coloured beach huts, and halfway along, encouraged by the small, yet significant, moment in the car, Jeri took decisive and drastic action.

A few paces ahead of them was a garish Barbie Pink Beach Hut, which she gambled was empty, based on the fact that the door was swinging freely in the sea breeze so when they got level with it, she yelled

“Oh no it’s starting to rain again” and pushed him into the hut

“I think its only spit…” he began but was prevented from further comment as her mouth was over his, and she kept it there for a full five minutes.

“God Jeri I wasn’t expecting that” he said and then he pushed her again the wall and gave her a taste of her own medicine.

“Wow that was some kiss” he exclaimed afterwards

“If you like it so much, why has it taken so long for you to kiss me?”

She asked

“You’re my boss” he said

“Is that all?” she asked in amazement

“Yes”

“Well, that’s easily remedied because I don’t care about that”

She said and they kissed again

 

As they stepped out of the hut they heard someone shout

 “Oi! What do you think you’re doing?”

When they looked in the direction of the shouting, they saw a red-faced man in his thirties running up the beach towards them, who they took to be the owner of the Barbie Pink Beach Hut.

“Better make a run for the dunes” she said, “What do you think?”

“Oh yes” he agreed taking her hand and they ran off giggling like children.