More than ever now
I
want you.
Each
day that passes
Surpasses
its predecessor
In
contentment
You
are my salvation
Remembering
the time before us
Leaves
me cold
You
brought me home
Into
the warmth
You
tended to my heart
Restored
my faith
Pacified
the torments
More
than ever now
I
need you
Each
day that passes
Eclipses
its predecessor
You
are my miracle
Banishing
sorrow forever
Replenishing
my love
Refreshing
my spirit
Tending
my flesh
More
than ever now
I
want you.
I
need you
I
love you
He said those words,
He said them to me,
I thought I had misheard
So he had to say them twice
Was it a mistake?
Did he mean to say them to me?
Of course not,
He’s not talking to me
He’s talking to Carol
She’s sat behind me
Oh no she’s gone for coffee
So yes he was talking to me
He did say those words,
And he did say them to me
I couldn't believe it
I thought I must be dreaming,
I would wake up in a moment
To find it was a pleasant dream
And I would smile to myself
And let out a little sigh
But he said those words to me
And with those words
He changed my world
The sun shone on my existence
And my heart skipped a beat
I didn’t even know he’d noticed me
I didn’t know he knew that I existed
But he said those words to me
And I said yes
The Vale was once
a great wetland that centuries earlier stretched from Mornington in the East to
Childean in the west and from Shallowfield in the south to Purplemere in the
north.
But over the many
centuries the vast majority had been drained for agriculture, a feat achieved
largely by the efforts of famous Mornington Mills, of which only three had
survived to the present day and even those were no longer functional and were
in various states of repair.
There were only
three small bodies of water left in the Vale now one in Mornington, one in
Childean and third of course was Purplemere which was to the north of the Vale,
where in the lee of Pepperstock Hills, lay the modest town of the same name.
On the western
side of the town was the residential area known as Hill Side, and in one of its
many quiet road, was the home of Turner’s, where Nurse Amanda lived with her Parents and her
younger siblings.
She was the oldest
and, as her mother kept reminding her, was still single, which wasn’t for the
want of trying on her part.
The problem was when you worked shifts it was difficult to have a social
life and meet new people, but although she wondered sometimes why she was alone
she wasn’t unhappy, she didn’t feel diminished by her unattached status.
But there were many times when she wished she could change her Facebook
status to “in a relationship”.
She had plenty of friends and two sisters, all of whom took turns at
throwing single men in her direction, but she evaded most of them and of the
ones she didn’t evade, none of them turned out to be keepers.
As she was a Nurse at the Royal Downshire Hospital, Doctors always tried
their luck of course, but news and reviews of doctors travelled fast along the
nurse’s grapevine, so they generally knew who to avoid and working in the Emergency Department meant that
patients weren’t an option.
She liked the ED
though, and there was one regular visitor that she had her eye on, PC Ricky
Hall, and she had been applying some intense flirting for several months,
however she had not been able to get anywhere with him, but she was determined
to persevere.
In fact on one
Thursday evening in May Amanda, who
was tall, skinny and freckly with straw coloured hair thought she had made a
breakthrough, his partner PC King was taking a statement from a mugging victim
and Ricky was stood by the nurses station, and as she had just finished
stitching a nasty scalp wound, Amanda decided to go and flirt with him again.
As she was tall it made a nice change for her to talk to a man who was
taller than her as Ricky was six feet plus and she had
always had a weakness for red hair, and his was very red.
It was a very busy shift in the ED and she should have felt a bit guilty
under the circumstances, and very unprofessional, because she was flirting with
him shamelessly and she couldn’t help herself, as she inclined her head to one
side and played with her hair and behaved like she did when she was still at
school, and fully expected it not to get her anywhere, when his demeanour
changed and it looked like he might be about to say something that was giving
him a dry mouth.
So, she held her
breath expectantly, but before the words came out a group of rowdy drunks came
in and he had to leave her to go and separate two scuffling revellers, and she
had to return to cubicles, and that was that.
But by the end of
a busy shift he returned and this time he sought her out.
“Hi Amanda, I’m
looking for a Mrs Twiss, Edith Twiss”
“Hello Constable.…”
she began, and was about to start flirting, when she had another thought “She’s
been admitted”
“Do you know which
ward?” he asked
“I’m going up myself,
so I can show you if you like”
“Great” he
responded
Thankful the lift
was there waiting, it was only three floors, but she was feeling a bit leg
weary.
“Thanks for doing
this” he said
“No problem, my
pleasure” she retorted and was momentarily distracted by thoughts of pleasure
as the lift began to ascend
But her unprofessional
thoughts were abruptly halted when the lift started rattling and shaking and
threw the pair of them, nose to nose, into one corner.
“Well this is fortuitous” she said and kissed him.
“That was so much better than flirting”
“I can’t argue with that” he said “especially as I’ve wanted to do that
for a while”
“Really? me too” she concurred “Seconds then?”
His reply came in the form of a kiss and it was even better than the
first and only came to an end when the lift started moving again.
By the time they had reached the floor they wanted and emerged from the
lift they had a dinner date for Saturday evening.
And after showing him to Mrs Twiss’s ward she returned to ED, but not in
the lift, she skipped down the stairs instead.
You are all veneer,
With no oak beneath
You are all gloss finish
With no undercoat
You are a pastry top
With no pie below
You are faith
Without belief
You are attraction
Without love
You are shallow
And superficial
We didn’t think that life
Could get any better
We were young
Happy and content
Kicking footballs
Building carts
Climbing trees
Fishing in the pond
Swimming in the pool
Then they came along
Distracting us
With their undulations
Their cheap perfume
That seemed so exotic
Walking with their funny wiggles
Laughing with their girlish giggles
And the boyhood fun was over
No more jumpers for goal posts
No more war games in the woods
We still played in the woods
But then it was holding hands
Hugging and snogging
And playing with fun bumps
But no more jumpers for goal posts
When we are apart
My heart breaks
Each painful moment
My heart aches
Come home soon
For both our sakes
Joseph Kent and Thomasina Haggerty were married though not to each other and were in Paris for a dirty weekend.
They had spent the morning sightseeing, before having lunch in a Bistro
and then split up as Tommy wanted to go shopping and Joe wanted to see more of
Paris than the inside of French shops, so after a kiss outside the Bistro they
went their separate ways.
When Joe arrived back at the Hotel he went up to the room and let himself
in, but the room was empty, so he went back downstairs and went into the bar.
He really fancied a pint but they only had French beer, which was weaker
than piss, so he ordered a large glass of white wine instead and he texted Tommy
to say he was in the bar and to join him there when she arrived and she replied
“ok”
He took his drink out onto the terrace, which was bathed in the
surprisingly warm October sunshine, but it was cooler than it looked so he went
back inside.
He found himself a seat and took his phone from his pocket and called Gina,
his wife.
He was on his second glass of wine when Tommy arrived clutching an
assortment of bags.
“Hi handsome” she said kissing him, then she whispered.
“I decided to go shopping for you know what’s”
“That’s ok,” he said kissing her back, knowing precisely what the “you
know what’s” were, because she had mentioned after their early morning coupling
that she wanted to buy some French Lingerie “Blimey” he exclaimed “are all
those bags full of knickers?”
“Shhh” she exclaimed “No of course not, but one thing led to another,
after all how often does a girl get the chance to shop in Paris”
“Quite right” he agreed, “do you want a drink?”
“No thanks babe. I want to go and try these on” Tommy replied excitedly
“Ok, I’ll come up when I’ve finished mine”
To the casual observer they would have looked like an ordinary married
couple.
“If they only knew” he thought which led to another thought
“If only we were”
When he got up to the room, he found Tommy stood in front of the mirror,
sporting a luscious pair of ivory silk knickers, as she tried to wrestle her
breasts into the matching bra.
The first one would go in its cup with only a little persuasion but just
as she got the second one in, the first one popped out again or both nipples
would suddenly appear above the lace.
And all the time her buttocks were doing the mumbo inside her silk
drawers, and he was enjoying her performance very much indeed.
“Are you having a bit of trouble Betty?” He asked in his best Frank
Spencer impression.
“I’ve bought the wrong bloody cup size,” she snapped
“Did you only buy one?” He enquired
“No of course not” she replied crossly
“But they’re all the same size” He speculated
“Yes” she mumbled and stamped her feet. “And I wanted to look and feel
stunning tonight”
“You always look stunning,” Joe said honestly
“That’s very sweet” Tommy said and turned to kiss him, and both dark
pink nipples peered over the top of the ivory lace.
“What am I going to do?” she asked as she rested her head on his chest “I
don’t want to wear the black one, I’ve had it on all day”
“Go braless” He suggested
“I can’t go without a bra” Tommy said horrified “I’m thirty-seven years
old”
“Actually, you’re thirty-eight” he corrected her “but you have fabulous
tits”
She frowned at the correction of her age, but smiled and blushed when he
complicated her breasts, then she turned towards the mirror again and removed
her ill-fitting bra and began squishing and kneading her boobs in her
reflection to evaluate their pliability.
“No, I will not go out in Paris with my thirty-eight-year-old baps unholstered”
she stated
“Ok then how about a compromise?” Joe suggested, “You go braless but we
eat in the Hotel restaurant”
“We can’t eat here” Tommy said very definitely
“Have you seen the menu”
Thomasina picked up the menu off the desk and gave it to him.
“It’s ridiculously expensive”
“My treat” He said throwing the menu on the bed without looking at it
“What is?” she asked suspiciously “The dinner or my going braless”
“Both” he replied
They checked out the next morning and left the Hotel and not for the
first time on that trip they got into a waiting cab.
As they set off Joe silently reflected on how often on their dirty weekend,
he had found himself referring to him and Tommy as “us” and concluded that it
was significant.
They didn’t go directly to the “Gare du Nord”; as
their train didn’t depart until 4.30pm so they had plenty of time to stop at
the Lingerie store so Tommy could exchange her inadequate bras.
Joe sat outside a café drinking coffee and guarding
the bags while she went into the store, she was taking no chances this time and
was going to try them all on in the shop.
He offered to come in with her to help her tuck her
puppies in their cups, but she declined his offer saying,
“You wouldn’t be helping me; you would be helping yourself”
“The cheek of some people” he thought as he stared at
both of her pert examples shimmying inside her jeans.
When she returned a little short of an hour later, she
was looking almost as pleased with herself as she did when she walked braless into
the Hotel restaurant.
“You look very pleased with yourself, have you gone
commando?” He asked unhelpfully
“No” she said
indignantly and sat down at the table next to him.
Joseph caught the eye of the waiter and ordered two
coffees
“Did you change your bras?”
“Yes” she said “and I bought some treats”
“What kind of treats?” he asked intrigued
“Fishnet tights, for one thing” she replied “for next time”
Once on the train they found the carriage was very busy but
not boisterous, and Joe expected the train’s rhythmic motion would soon lull
them off to sleep, but he looked at Tommy’s lovely face, as she sat beside him,
and he wondered if it was possible that she was falling in love with him, but he
decided she was probably not, though he knew he had easily fallen in love with
her, but he decided not to say the words because their commitments, if not
their hearts, were elsewhere.
They prepared to say goodbye at Kings Cross Station,
by the gate for the Basingstoke train.
“Thanks Joe, for making it such an enjoyable time” she
said and kissed him “It was wonderful”
“My pleasure” He responded
“And mine” Tommy said blushing, then a moment later
she continued
“I probably enjoyed it a little more than I should
have I think”
He wasn’t sure if she was referring to the overindulgence
or the sex, or something else.
“It wasn’t just a dirty weekend for me” she clarified “it
was special”
“For me too” he said
