(Part 01)
The fortunes of Shallowfield had always relied largely upon forestry and agriculture for its survival.
In the post war years with rationing and a shortage of work a lot of people moved away, to Abbottsford, Abbeyvale and beyond and it only barely survived, and the community around Teardrop Lake fared even worse.
Only a few of the houses around the Lake were thriving, a lot of the houses had been rented out and those that hadn’t been were in a poor state of repair, some too such an extent they were little more than ruins.
But by the 70s things were beginning to change, thanks mainly to tourism and an increase in leisure time.
More importantly these people had money in their pockets.
This trend was reflected by the fact that the derelict Shallowfield Lodge, which had been inherited by a young couple from Lincolnshire, Rob and Sheryl Brown, was being turned into a hotel.
Its completion formerly marked the rebirth of Teardrop Lake and the revival of the busy village of Shallowfield went hand in hand.
And the people around of Shallowfield prospered though not quite as well as widowed fifty something sisters Arianne Berbosa and Rose McGee who were both comfortably off and had no need to work.
But they weren’t lazy women so they filled their time doing voluntary work and generally helping out in the community.
But sometimes the help they provided was a little unorthodox such as the time they learned about an unsavoury character who lived in Shallowfield and who preyed on young unsuspecting girls.
This lothario was 30 year old solicitor David Lewis who used his younger half-sister Angela to befriend his target and give himself an icebreaker.
Angela was really uncomfortable doing it but David controlled her completely and she was at his mercy, and unable to get out from beneath his malevolent influence.
But that was all set to change when David aimed her in the direction of Arianne’s daughter Terri.
Theresa Berbosa had just graduated from Abbottsford University and was two years older than Angela, Terri was a tall and curvaceous red head and Angela was small and delicate with long raven black hair, and when they met at a fancy dress party, at the Lutchford’s home beside Teardrop Lake, they hit it off straight away and were inseparable for the three days before David made his move.
They were sitting at the bar in the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel on one Friday night when lounge lizard David sidled up to them
“Hello sis” he said and kissed Angela “Fancy finding you here”
“Yes fancy” she said coldly “This is my friend Terri”
Which was David’s cue to pour on the charm and ply her with drink while at the same time remaining sober himself leaving him in the perfect position to take advantage of her, he had a remarkable conversion rate due to his tactics but was not averse to spiking a girls drink to hurry things along, though Angela had no knowledge of that or she would definitely have stood up to him.
What he didn’t know was that Terri was a hardened drinker and was not going under the table to suit his timetable, but then out of the blue she said
“Why don’t you come back to mine? It’s only along the lane”
“What a great idea” he said and to his sister he added “I’m sure you have other plans”
“Yes I do” she said
“What a shame” Terri gushed and gave her a long hug
Terri’s mum had a flat in Dancingdean House which was situated on the highest point on the cliffs above the Lake and commanded a magnificent view.
They walked along the perimeter road towards the building and as they stepped inside the flat Terri purred
“I like to dominate”
“Really?” he said “I don’t mind a bit of that”
“That’s good to hear” she said and kissed him and added
“Now get undressed”
He quickly complied and strutted arrogantly around the room showing off his physique.
“Oh very nice” Terri said as she walked towards him brandishing a pair of handcuffs in one hand and some silk rope in the other.
“Your turn” he said
“I’ll tell you when its time” she retorted “I told you I like to dominate, now sit on the chair, hands behind the back of the chair” She said and threaded the cuffs around the central strut of the chair back and snapped them on his wrists.
Then she tied his legs securely to the chair legs and when he was tightly trussed to the dining chair she kissed his forehead and walked behind him.
“I’m ready to watch you undress now” he called but there was no reply
(Part 02)
David sat tied and handcuffed to the chair, periodically calling out and each call became increasingly more desperate,
“Come on it’s my turn to watch you undress now”
“That’s not going to happen I’m afraid” Arianne said
“You’re just going to have to make do with me and my sister”
“What?” he said with alarm “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Arianne and this is my sister Rose”
“What?” he barked “Where’s the young one?”
“She not here” Rose replied
“For God sake I wasn’t expecting to end up with some dried up old crones” he yelled
“I know, you were hoping to get your end away with my daughter” Arianne retorted
“Which was never going to happen” Arianne added “and furthermore she’s currently with your sister Angela”
“Don’t feel too bad” Rose added, “You were never going to get anywhere with Terri, because she butters her bread on the other side, and so does your sister”
“And now they’re buttering each other’s” Arianne said and they both laughed
“My sister is not a dyke” he shouted
“That’s enough of that kind of talk” Arianne chastised “Or I’ll have to take steps”
“Shut your mouth and let me out of here” he snapped “I’ll have you arrested, for false imprisonment, I’m a solicitor so I know the law”
Arianne said nothing but nodded to her sister, who was stood behind David’s chair, and at Arianne’s signal quickly and expertly applied a gag.
“That’s better” Arianne said “Now perhaps you’ll listen”
“We know very well that you’re a solicitor and I should hope you do know the law, but having said that, we have Terri on tape saying she liked to dominate and you agreeing to be tied up”
“As for letting you go, well we will but not yet, we’re going to keep you here while Terri helps Angela to move all her stuff out of your house, and a bit longer after that just to make sure she has a good head start on you to get to their destination”
He then growled and muttered behind his gag.
“Its ok don’t fret” Rose said “You won’t be bored we have some entertainment lined up”
The wrong side of fifty the sisters may have been but they kept their bodies in very good order and they were dressed in very smart outfits by the time the doorbell rang for the first time and when the sisters returned from opening the door they were accompanied by a group of young women and Arianne and Rose were wearing wicked grins.
“Well I can tell by your face that no introductions are required” Arianne said and the doorbell rang again “Ah that will be more of your victims”
By the time the last of his assault victims had arrived and been introduced to him Angela was just loading the last box into Terri’s car.
“Well that’s that” she said and went back up the path and posted the keys through the letter box
“No going back” she added defiantly before walking up to Terri and kissing her.
When Arianne and Rose released his bonds and cuffs he got up and rushed towards the door beneath the full judgemental glare of his victims and to the sound of jeering catcalls as he left the flat and descended the stairwell clutching his clothes to his humiliated naked form and as he walked gingerly across the gravelled drive to his car Terri and Angela had arrived at their destination in Sharpington where they were starting their life together.
Tuesday 27 June 2017
Monday 26 June 2017
Downshire Diary – (92) Alison and the Massage Guy
(Part 01)
She bumped into Eric Jespersen, in the park one night and they ended up having a rather prolonged kiss up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and Alison had been to the library.
Afterwards Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows
“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said
“I hope we can too” he replied
“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house
“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied
“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified
“You could have been attacked” Amy added
Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.
She wasn’t sure if that kiss in the park would indeed lead to anything but she had hopes.but if nothing came of it she had at least snogged the gorgeous Dane in the woods.
And as the weeks went by it veryy much looked like that would be the full extent of it until fate took a hand again.
Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping uglies up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.
It turned out to be the first of many such encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming pool.
Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.
Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool could be.
Nonetheless they met after his swim by chance and had sex in the cubicle and after that they became regulars.
She bumped into Eric Jespersen, in the park one night and they ended up having a rather prolonged kiss up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and Alison had been to the library.
Afterwards Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows
“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said
“I hope we can too” he replied
“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house
“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied
“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified
“You could have been attacked” Amy added
Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.
She wasn’t sure if that kiss in the park would indeed lead to anything but she had hopes.but if nothing came of it she had at least snogged the gorgeous Dane in the woods.
And as the weeks went by it veryy much looked like that would be the full extent of it until fate took a hand again when they bumped into each other in the changing rooms at the University swimming pool and kissed again in one of the cubicles.
After that first time they met there regularly for two weeks until they finally progressed to an actual date which was only the first of many.
(Part 02)
After the first time they met at the swimming pool and met there regularly for two weeks until they finally progressed to an actual date which was only the first of many.
For Alison’s 20th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways for someone with OCD to get clean.
Equally as their relationship had progressed there were also many places for them to get dirty and for three days there was a lot of both.
But that long weekend break to celebrate her birthday was in fact quite momentous because in between the treatments and intimacies their relationship had turned to true love, and because of that they became regular guests at the Spa.
Most of their time was spent in the water in some shape or form or in the steam rooms or their room but one afternoon as he exited the pool Eric said
“Do you want a massage?”
“Oh no” she replied vehemently not wanting someone else’s hands on her
“Are you sure?” Eric said
“Definitely” she said “I’d like a sauna though”
“Ok” he replied
“I could do it” Eric said as they sat in the sauna
“Do what darling?”
“A massage” he replied
“I can do it if you like”
“Ok” she agreed
“Lie down on the bed while I warm the oil” Eric instructed and as he watched Alison she let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor and then she slipped her costume off her shoulders.
Alison completed her undress and climbed onto the bed and lay face down on the towel Eric had prepared and as soon as she was settled Eric applied the oil and began to rub it into her soft skin
“That feels nice” she said
“Only nice?” he asked
“I was hoping my wife to be would think it was better than nice” Eric said
“Hmmm, it does feel nice” she responded as he applied more pressure
“Hang on, what did you say?”
“I said that the hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”
“No you said “my wife to be”” Alison said and raised herself up on one elbow and looked around at him
“Did I?” Eric asked “I don’t remember that”
“You did, you did” she exclaimed and rolled onto her back
“Ok” he confessed “I did, so what do you think?”
“Well you haven’t asked me anything yet” she said coyly
“Oh it’s like that is it” he said “Will you marry me?”
“I’ll think about it” she replied and rolled back onto her stomach
“Really? Well you can think about this while you’re at it” he retorted and began to tickle her mercilessly
“Ok, ok, I’ll marry you” she squealed and he rolled her onto her back and kissed her.
She bumped into Eric Jespersen, in the park one night and they ended up having a rather prolonged kiss up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and Alison had been to the library.
Afterwards Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows
“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said
“I hope we can too” he replied
“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house
“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied
“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified
“You could have been attacked” Amy added
Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.
She wasn’t sure if that kiss in the park would indeed lead to anything but she had hopes.but if nothing came of it she had at least snogged the gorgeous Dane in the woods.
And as the weeks went by it veryy much looked like that would be the full extent of it until fate took a hand again.
Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping uglies up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.
It turned out to be the first of many such encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming pool.
Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.
Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool could be.
Nonetheless they met after his swim by chance and had sex in the cubicle and after that they became regulars.
She bumped into Eric Jespersen, in the park one night and they ended up having a rather prolonged kiss up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and Alison had been to the library.
Afterwards Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows
“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said
“I hope we can too” he replied
“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house
“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied
“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified
“You could have been attacked” Amy added
Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.
She wasn’t sure if that kiss in the park would indeed lead to anything but she had hopes.but if nothing came of it she had at least snogged the gorgeous Dane in the woods.
And as the weeks went by it veryy much looked like that would be the full extent of it until fate took a hand again when they bumped into each other in the changing rooms at the University swimming pool and kissed again in one of the cubicles.
After that first time they met there regularly for two weeks until they finally progressed to an actual date which was only the first of many.
(Part 02)
After the first time they met at the swimming pool and met there regularly for two weeks until they finally progressed to an actual date which was only the first of many.
For Alison’s 20th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways for someone with OCD to get clean.
Equally as their relationship had progressed there were also many places for them to get dirty and for three days there was a lot of both.
But that long weekend break to celebrate her birthday was in fact quite momentous because in between the treatments and intimacies their relationship had turned to true love, and because of that they became regular guests at the Spa.
Most of their time was spent in the water in some shape or form or in the steam rooms or their room but one afternoon as he exited the pool Eric said
“Do you want a massage?”
“Oh no” she replied vehemently not wanting someone else’s hands on her
“Are you sure?” Eric said
“Definitely” she said “I’d like a sauna though”
“Ok” he replied
“I could do it” Eric said as they sat in the sauna
“Do what darling?”
“A massage” he replied
“I can do it if you like”
“Ok” she agreed
“Lie down on the bed while I warm the oil” Eric instructed and as he watched Alison she let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor and then she slipped her costume off her shoulders.
Alison completed her undress and climbed onto the bed and lay face down on the towel Eric had prepared and as soon as she was settled Eric applied the oil and began to rub it into her soft skin
“That feels nice” she said
“Only nice?” he asked
“I was hoping my wife to be would think it was better than nice” Eric said
“Hmmm, it does feel nice” she responded as he applied more pressure
“Hang on, what did you say?”
“I said that the hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”
“No you said “my wife to be”” Alison said and raised herself up on one elbow and looked around at him
“Did I?” Eric asked “I don’t remember that”
“You did, you did” she exclaimed and rolled onto her back
“Ok” he confessed “I did, so what do you think?”
“Well you haven’t asked me anything yet” she said coyly
“Oh it’s like that is it” he said “Will you marry me?”
“I’ll think about it” she replied and rolled back onto her stomach
“Really? Well you can think about this while you’re at it” he retorted and began to tickle her mercilessly
“Ok, ok, I’ll marry you” she squealed and he rolled her onto her back and kissed her.
Mornington-By-Mere – (92) The Good Samaritan
(Part 01)
David Ball lived in the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It was a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
He lived and worked up at Mornington Field which had once been an RAF base but had been converted into a mixture of commercial and residential units.
David lived in apartment 7 of Lancaster House, which was converted into flats from the old Officers Mess.
He lived alone, and had done since he left home at the age of 18 and he had got to his mid 30’s and had needed no other company than his dog, or a dog, as there had been several incarnations of Kelvin.
He was employed by Light of Day, who were Led Lighting Specialists, and he was well regarded in the business but he became wider regarded after the events of his first Christmas in Mornington.
It was a week before Christmas when David was woken by Kelvin, his West of Argyle Terrier, it was 4 am and Kelvin clearly needed to go out despite the fact the wind was howling.
So reluctantly he got dressed and bundled up and they started out but when they got to the foot of the stairwell, Kelvin started to bark.
“Quiet you stupid creature” David said but Kelvin persisted his outburst until David opened the door and then he just became agitated and started pulling on the lead, but not along the path like he normally did, this time he turned immediately left to a slumped figure huddled in the corner of the porch, on closer examination Dave saw that it was a woman.
He tutted because his first reaction was that she was drunk, not something he had much tolerance with.
He took a penlight torch from his pocket and shone it in the woman’s face which was when he saw who it was, she was a woman from that building, Selina Tilley.
It was at that moment when he became more concerned because all though he didn’t know her well he did know one thing about her and that was that she was a Methodist and she didn’t drink, so he thought it was more likely to be hypothermia.
It looked like her lips were blue and when he touched her cheek it felt icy cold, then he checked her pulse which was weak, but it was present.
He let Kelvin off his lead while he got Selina to her feet and manhandled her inside the foyer to get her out of the bitter wind.
He lay her on the carpeted floor and draped his coat over her and then used his mobile phone to call for an ambulance.
Kelvin had done his business so David let him and he sat and held Selina’s hand while he waited for the ambulance and Kelvin cuddled up to the other side of Selina.
The ambulance was mercifully quick and came roaring up to Lancaster House with flashing lights and David told them what he knew, which was hardly enough, in fact it was very little, but the paramedics went quickly about their work.
They laid her on the trolley and started to check vital signs and then off they went to the hospital, with his name and number.
He called the Winston Churchill Hospital several times but he was told “Family only” every time he called.
So he tried a different tack. There were several nurses in the village, Rosie Parsons, Lorraine Chapman and Jane Hall to name but three and Jane was not only a friend his but was also a Staff Nurse at the Winston Churchill so he asked her if she could find out how the patient was and she agreed.
He was right about it not being alcohol related and he was also correct about her having hypothermia but it turned out that her underlying condition was diabetes which on that night had led to Hypoglycaemia.
Thankfully there would be no lasting effects but they were going to keep her in for a couple of days.
News of the events of that night quickly went around the village and David’s street cred went through the roof and he and Kelvin gained celebrity status.
Kelvin loved all the extra attention but David was less comfortable with it, and his thoughts kept straying to his stricken damsel in distress.
Selina Tilley was 27 years old and had worked for Crazy Chocolatiers since she left school, in fact she was the very first employee.
She also lived in the old Officers Mess, Lancaster House, in apartment 11 where she lived alone.
Selina hadn’t always done so, but she had been for a number of years and had become accustomed to it, but Christmas was fast approaching which was one of those times that she felt her solitude most keenly.
But as she lay in her hospital bed at the Royal Downshire it wasn’t Christmas that was occupying her mind.
She was patently aware that had it not been for David Ball and his little dog that she would have died and she really needed to do something to say thank you in some way but wasn’t sure what or how, she would of course say thank you, but it didn’t solve the essential problem of how to show her gratitude.
(Part 02)
Alexandra Quarit was the founder and owner of Crazy Chocolatier’s who were the makers and purveyors of handmade chocolates and to many they made the best handmade chocolates in Downshire.
She began with a shop in the Abbottsford’s Phoenix Centre but she now had shops all over Downshire as well as several factory’s including the one at Mornington Field where Selina worked.
Alexandra was a good boss and everyone that worked for her, liked her, because she cared about the people she employed which was why she insisted on picking Selina up from the hospital two days before Christmas Eve.
As they drove towards Mornington Alexandra said
“I don’t want you back to work until the New Year”
“But I’m fully recovered” Selina said “thanks to David Ball, he saved my life”
“Which is why I don’t want you to come back to work too soon”
Alex said
“You had a lucky escape”
“Yes I did” she agreed “And I am very grateful for everything David did, and I want to get him a thank you gift”
“I’m sure he would appreciate that” Alex concurred
“But what?” Selina asked “What do you get for someone who saves your life?”
“I think Chocolates make a nice gift” Alex said and smiled
“You would say that” Selina retorted with a smile, “But it’s a bit of a cop out”
“Not if you make them yourself” Alex said and after a moment added “Hand made by you”
“I thought I was on enforced leave” Selina pointed out
“You can do it at home, think of it as occupational therapy”
Alex said
“I don’t have enough stuff” she replied
“It’s just as well I had Andrea stock you up then” Alexandra said cockily
“What are you up to?” Selina asked suspiciously
“I don’t know what you mean” she said innocently although she knew very well.
Alex had been encouraged by the fact that Selina spoke a lot about David Hall, not entirely unsurprising given that he had saved her life, but more noteworthy bearing in mind that she had been unconscious throughout the incident.
So she clearly had an interest in him prior to his intervention and because of that Alex was going to fan the flames, because her friend deserved someone in her life.
Selina made a selection of her finest handmade creations and made up a beautiful gift box, she also ordered a small pet hamper from Hanratty’s Department Store in Abbottsford’s Phoenix Centre for Kelvin and then on Christmas Eve she went downstairs and knocked on David Hall’s door.
He was sitting watching Alastair Sim in “Scrooge” when Kelvin heard Selina approach and he was on his feet, ears pricked, tail wagging long before David heard the knock on the door.
He tutted because “Scrooge” was one of his favourite Christmas movies but he got up and walked to the door and looked through the peephole and saw it was Selina and his heart rate quickened, he had heard she was home and he had thought about going to see if she was ok, he had even bought her a Christmas present, but he lost his nerve because he didn’t know what to say to her.
But now she was knocking on his door and there was no escape, unless of course he pretended not to be in, but he would have regretted that because he wanted to see her, but he still didn’t know what to say.
So he took a deep breath and opened the door.
“Hello” he said “it’s nice to see you fully recovered”
“Hello David and hello Kelvin” she said “I am much better thanks to you two”
“Come in” he said side stepping her comment
“Oh ok”
Once inside she sat on the sofa and made a fuss of Kelvin and when David had taken his seat
“I cannot express how grateful I am” she began
“Nonsense” he retorted “it was Kelvin who found you”
“Well I am very grateful to both of you” she said and rummaged in her bag “so I have these gifts as a token of my gratitude”
“Oh” he said “you didn’t have to do that”
“It was the least I could do” she said
“It really wasn’t necessary” he insisted
“If you prefer you can consider them Christmas presents” Salina said and put them under the tree
“That’s very kind, thank you” David said
“We have a present under the tree for you too, don’t we Kelvin” he said
“Really? How nice” Selina said taken aback and that was when David gathered up all his courage and said
“Come for lunch tomorrow and we can open them together”
“Oh yes what a lovely idea, thank you” Selina said happily
So they spent Christmas Day together, which was to be the first of many.
It turned out that when David and Kelvin saved Selina’s life that dark December morning he saved her life in more ways than one and saved his own in the process.
David Ball lived in the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It was a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
He lived and worked up at Mornington Field which had once been an RAF base but had been converted into a mixture of commercial and residential units.
David lived in apartment 7 of Lancaster House, which was converted into flats from the old Officers Mess.
He lived alone, and had done since he left home at the age of 18 and he had got to his mid 30’s and had needed no other company than his dog, or a dog, as there had been several incarnations of Kelvin.
He was employed by Light of Day, who were Led Lighting Specialists, and he was well regarded in the business but he became wider regarded after the events of his first Christmas in Mornington.
It was a week before Christmas when David was woken by Kelvin, his West of Argyle Terrier, it was 4 am and Kelvin clearly needed to go out despite the fact the wind was howling.
So reluctantly he got dressed and bundled up and they started out but when they got to the foot of the stairwell, Kelvin started to bark.
“Quiet you stupid creature” David said but Kelvin persisted his outburst until David opened the door and then he just became agitated and started pulling on the lead, but not along the path like he normally did, this time he turned immediately left to a slumped figure huddled in the corner of the porch, on closer examination Dave saw that it was a woman.
He tutted because his first reaction was that she was drunk, not something he had much tolerance with.
He took a penlight torch from his pocket and shone it in the woman’s face which was when he saw who it was, she was a woman from that building, Selina Tilley.
It was at that moment when he became more concerned because all though he didn’t know her well he did know one thing about her and that was that she was a Methodist and she didn’t drink, so he thought it was more likely to be hypothermia.
It looked like her lips were blue and when he touched her cheek it felt icy cold, then he checked her pulse which was weak, but it was present.
He let Kelvin off his lead while he got Selina to her feet and manhandled her inside the foyer to get her out of the bitter wind.
He lay her on the carpeted floor and draped his coat over her and then used his mobile phone to call for an ambulance.
Kelvin had done his business so David let him and he sat and held Selina’s hand while he waited for the ambulance and Kelvin cuddled up to the other side of Selina.
The ambulance was mercifully quick and came roaring up to Lancaster House with flashing lights and David told them what he knew, which was hardly enough, in fact it was very little, but the paramedics went quickly about their work.
They laid her on the trolley and started to check vital signs and then off they went to the hospital, with his name and number.
He called the Winston Churchill Hospital several times but he was told “Family only” every time he called.
So he tried a different tack. There were several nurses in the village, Rosie Parsons, Lorraine Chapman and Jane Hall to name but three and Jane was not only a friend his but was also a Staff Nurse at the Winston Churchill so he asked her if she could find out how the patient was and she agreed.
He was right about it not being alcohol related and he was also correct about her having hypothermia but it turned out that her underlying condition was diabetes which on that night had led to Hypoglycaemia.
Thankfully there would be no lasting effects but they were going to keep her in for a couple of days.
News of the events of that night quickly went around the village and David’s street cred went through the roof and he and Kelvin gained celebrity status.
Kelvin loved all the extra attention but David was less comfortable with it, and his thoughts kept straying to his stricken damsel in distress.
Selina Tilley was 27 years old and had worked for Crazy Chocolatiers since she left school, in fact she was the very first employee.
She also lived in the old Officers Mess, Lancaster House, in apartment 11 where she lived alone.
Selina hadn’t always done so, but she had been for a number of years and had become accustomed to it, but Christmas was fast approaching which was one of those times that she felt her solitude most keenly.
But as she lay in her hospital bed at the Royal Downshire it wasn’t Christmas that was occupying her mind.
She was patently aware that had it not been for David Ball and his little dog that she would have died and she really needed to do something to say thank you in some way but wasn’t sure what or how, she would of course say thank you, but it didn’t solve the essential problem of how to show her gratitude.
(Part 02)
Alexandra Quarit was the founder and owner of Crazy Chocolatier’s who were the makers and purveyors of handmade chocolates and to many they made the best handmade chocolates in Downshire.
She began with a shop in the Abbottsford’s Phoenix Centre but she now had shops all over Downshire as well as several factory’s including the one at Mornington Field where Selina worked.
Alexandra was a good boss and everyone that worked for her, liked her, because she cared about the people she employed which was why she insisted on picking Selina up from the hospital two days before Christmas Eve.
As they drove towards Mornington Alexandra said
“I don’t want you back to work until the New Year”
“But I’m fully recovered” Selina said “thanks to David Ball, he saved my life”
“Which is why I don’t want you to come back to work too soon”
Alex said
“You had a lucky escape”
“Yes I did” she agreed “And I am very grateful for everything David did, and I want to get him a thank you gift”
“I’m sure he would appreciate that” Alex concurred
“But what?” Selina asked “What do you get for someone who saves your life?”
“I think Chocolates make a nice gift” Alex said and smiled
“You would say that” Selina retorted with a smile, “But it’s a bit of a cop out”
“Not if you make them yourself” Alex said and after a moment added “Hand made by you”
“I thought I was on enforced leave” Selina pointed out
“You can do it at home, think of it as occupational therapy”
Alex said
“I don’t have enough stuff” she replied
“It’s just as well I had Andrea stock you up then” Alexandra said cockily
“What are you up to?” Selina asked suspiciously
“I don’t know what you mean” she said innocently although she knew very well.
Alex had been encouraged by the fact that Selina spoke a lot about David Hall, not entirely unsurprising given that he had saved her life, but more noteworthy bearing in mind that she had been unconscious throughout the incident.
So she clearly had an interest in him prior to his intervention and because of that Alex was going to fan the flames, because her friend deserved someone in her life.
Selina made a selection of her finest handmade creations and made up a beautiful gift box, she also ordered a small pet hamper from Hanratty’s Department Store in Abbottsford’s Phoenix Centre for Kelvin and then on Christmas Eve she went downstairs and knocked on David Hall’s door.
He was sitting watching Alastair Sim in “Scrooge” when Kelvin heard Selina approach and he was on his feet, ears pricked, tail wagging long before David heard the knock on the door.
He tutted because “Scrooge” was one of his favourite Christmas movies but he got up and walked to the door and looked through the peephole and saw it was Selina and his heart rate quickened, he had heard she was home and he had thought about going to see if she was ok, he had even bought her a Christmas present, but he lost his nerve because he didn’t know what to say to her.
But now she was knocking on his door and there was no escape, unless of course he pretended not to be in, but he would have regretted that because he wanted to see her, but he still didn’t know what to say.
So he took a deep breath and opened the door.
“Hello” he said “it’s nice to see you fully recovered”
“Hello David and hello Kelvin” she said “I am much better thanks to you two”
“Come in” he said side stepping her comment
“Oh ok”
Once inside she sat on the sofa and made a fuss of Kelvin and when David had taken his seat
“I cannot express how grateful I am” she began
“Nonsense” he retorted “it was Kelvin who found you”
“Well I am very grateful to both of you” she said and rummaged in her bag “so I have these gifts as a token of my gratitude”
“Oh” he said “you didn’t have to do that”
“It was the least I could do” she said
“It really wasn’t necessary” he insisted
“If you prefer you can consider them Christmas presents” Salina said and put them under the tree
“That’s very kind, thank you” David said
“We have a present under the tree for you too, don’t we Kelvin” he said
“Really? How nice” Selina said taken aback and that was when David gathered up all his courage and said
“Come for lunch tomorrow and we can open them together”
“Oh yes what a lovely idea, thank you” Selina said happily
So they spent Christmas Day together, which was to be the first of many.
It turned out that when David and Kelvin saved Selina’s life that dark December morning he saved her life in more ways than one and saved his own in the process.
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (92) Christmas on the Ward
Kathryn Reed had just turned thirty and she was a nurse, but reaching her milestone birthday she realised she was in a bit of a rut.
She was single and had lived alone for four years since her last boyfriend Dave got his marching orders and although she enjoyed her job she thought she could be doing more.
She was a good nurse, quietly efficient, and very popular with staff and patients alike.
Kath was tall and slim, she was also pretty but with her yellow hair scraped back into a bun and her half-moon glasses perched on her nose she looked a bit severe and her flat hospital shoes did nothing for her long slender legs.
But none of that stopped3 her from being admired.
Because she had no family nearby and no other plans she was working all over Christmas to allow the nurses who did have families to spend it at home with them and because she was doing them a favour they would do the same for her over New Years.
She had done it every year since she broke up with Dave, but that Christmas she had another reason to be on duty, because she had fallen for one of the patients on her ward in a big way.
This was not the done thing on many levels, firstly because nurses and patient’s fraternising was a no no, and very unprofessional, and she was very professional, the second reason was because the patient was a girl.
Kathryn had always been bi, but had made the decision in her early twenties to be either fish or fowl, and she had chosen to be heterosexual, but having turned 30 with no one in her life she had decided to re-evaluate, but that was after Christine Gallaher arrived on her ward.
She was younger than Kath by about six years with Titian hair and pale skin and she thought she was lovely.
Kath was encouraged by the fact that Christine’s only visitors were her parents, and as far as she could tell she had had no romantic visitors.
Christine was only in for some relatively minor surgery and was due to go home on Christmas Eve but it was decided to keep her in as a precaution as her blood pressure was very erratic and had caused some concern.
Kathryn was not concerned because she had discovered the cause of the problem, and it was her.
She made the discovery while she was attending to daily observations, because she very quickly realised she was having a distinct effect on her the painfully shy girl, but Kathryn hoped she might bring her out of herself.
Because Kathryn liked her she took her time, the patients she didn’t like she wasted no time with.
They chatted as she went about her business and updated the chart, then she took her temperature, pulse and finally her blood pressure. Kath attended to the cuff around her arm and pumped the bulb and when she had a reading she took hold of Christine’s hand and said
“Just relax”
But the caress of her hand made her do anything but relax and Kath knew for certain that the attraction was mutual.
“Well I think we have the cure for what ails you” she said and smiled as she gave her hand a squeeze and Christine smiled back and blushed.
Because the hospital always made a concerted effort to get as many patients home as possible over Christmas there were only a few patients left on Clementine Ward and only Kath and one other nurse were on duty to cover it.
So there were times during the day when the staff and patient comings and goings were almost non-existent.
Alice Franklyn, the other nurse took her break at three o’clock on Christmas Day so that Kathryn would be able to take hers and be back before visiting started at 4.
Christine was in a six bed bay at the quiet end of the ward and her bed was at the far end and only one other bed was occupied which was next to hers but Mrs George was in the bathroom.
There were no screens up around Christine’s bed but Mrs George pulled her curtain around her bed so she could get changed in privacy after her shower.
On seeing the screens in place Kathryn decided to make her move as Christine may well be discharged the next day before Kathryn’s shift began on Boxing Day.
So she decided to strike while the iron was hot and walked briskly to her bed and brandished a sprig of mistletoe and said
“Happy Christmas Miss Gallaher”
Then she stooped and softly kissed Christine’s smiling lips, then again, and again until it just became one long sensual kiss, which only ended when Mrs George emerged from the bathroom
“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages” Kathryn whispered
“I’m glad” Christine whispered in reply “I have too”
Kathryn didn’t volunteer to work on Christmas Day the following year as she had a reason to be at home and Christine was very happy about that.
She was single and had lived alone for four years since her last boyfriend Dave got his marching orders and although she enjoyed her job she thought she could be doing more.
She was a good nurse, quietly efficient, and very popular with staff and patients alike.
Kath was tall and slim, she was also pretty but with her yellow hair scraped back into a bun and her half-moon glasses perched on her nose she looked a bit severe and her flat hospital shoes did nothing for her long slender legs.
But none of that stopped3 her from being admired.
Because she had no family nearby and no other plans she was working all over Christmas to allow the nurses who did have families to spend it at home with them and because she was doing them a favour they would do the same for her over New Years.
She had done it every year since she broke up with Dave, but that Christmas she had another reason to be on duty, because she had fallen for one of the patients on her ward in a big way.
This was not the done thing on many levels, firstly because nurses and patient’s fraternising was a no no, and very unprofessional, and she was very professional, the second reason was because the patient was a girl.
Kathryn had always been bi, but had made the decision in her early twenties to be either fish or fowl, and she had chosen to be heterosexual, but having turned 30 with no one in her life she had decided to re-evaluate, but that was after Christine Gallaher arrived on her ward.
She was younger than Kath by about six years with Titian hair and pale skin and she thought she was lovely.
Kath was encouraged by the fact that Christine’s only visitors were her parents, and as far as she could tell she had had no romantic visitors.
Christine was only in for some relatively minor surgery and was due to go home on Christmas Eve but it was decided to keep her in as a precaution as her blood pressure was very erratic and had caused some concern.
Kathryn was not concerned because she had discovered the cause of the problem, and it was her.
She made the discovery while she was attending to daily observations, because she very quickly realised she was having a distinct effect on her the painfully shy girl, but Kathryn hoped she might bring her out of herself.
Because Kathryn liked her she took her time, the patients she didn’t like she wasted no time with.
They chatted as she went about her business and updated the chart, then she took her temperature, pulse and finally her blood pressure. Kath attended to the cuff around her arm and pumped the bulb and when she had a reading she took hold of Christine’s hand and said
“Just relax”
But the caress of her hand made her do anything but relax and Kath knew for certain that the attraction was mutual.
“Well I think we have the cure for what ails you” she said and smiled as she gave her hand a squeeze and Christine smiled back and blushed.
Because the hospital always made a concerted effort to get as many patients home as possible over Christmas there were only a few patients left on Clementine Ward and only Kath and one other nurse were on duty to cover it.
So there were times during the day when the staff and patient comings and goings were almost non-existent.
Alice Franklyn, the other nurse took her break at three o’clock on Christmas Day so that Kathryn would be able to take hers and be back before visiting started at 4.
Christine was in a six bed bay at the quiet end of the ward and her bed was at the far end and only one other bed was occupied which was next to hers but Mrs George was in the bathroom.
There were no screens up around Christine’s bed but Mrs George pulled her curtain around her bed so she could get changed in privacy after her shower.
On seeing the screens in place Kathryn decided to make her move as Christine may well be discharged the next day before Kathryn’s shift began on Boxing Day.
So she decided to strike while the iron was hot and walked briskly to her bed and brandished a sprig of mistletoe and said
“Happy Christmas Miss Gallaher”
Then she stooped and softly kissed Christine’s smiling lips, then again, and again until it just became one long sensual kiss, which only ended when Mrs George emerged from the bathroom
“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages” Kathryn whispered
“I’m glad” Christine whispered in reply “I have too”
Kathryn didn’t volunteer to work on Christmas Day the following year as she had a reason to be at home and Christine was very happy about that.
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (92) There’ll be Nun of that
He did not possessed any high principles, he did hold certain standards and preferences but they were at best flexible.
But despite his appreciation for all things feminine, he did always try to avoid fishing in someone else’s pond, no matter how attractive the body of water might be.
Some might call it a code but those that did eventually abandoned it after repeatedly failing to meet their own exceptionally low standards and repeated their failures on numerous occasions following it.
If they did possess any scruples they had would have doubtless shown by their behaviour that they could be overcome, as their many peccadilloes would testify to.
Colin Diss however was not one of that number so when Sister Gloria of the Mary of Bethany Convent in Finchbottom made a pass at him, courtesy of an over indulgence on communion wine he supposed, so he was pleased with himself when he declined her advances and broke away from her embrace.
“Are you worried about your immortal soul?” She asked with a chuckle
“Because I would think you’re probably damned already for all the sinning you’ve done”
“No of course not” he snapped “I’m more concerned about yours”
“Oh that” she said, “well I’m of a purer bent than you and I shall merely have to repent my misdemeanour”
He looked at her doubtfully
“Look I have my faith,” she said with conviction “I know that I have eternal life awaiting me”
“I can’t do it with a nun” he retorted and kissed her on the forehead and then left the room but paused outside.
He was proud of his strength of character in rejecting Sister Gloria’s invitation to canoodle, it certainly wasn’t through a lack of attraction or even what she was wearing, that made him so steadfast, he liked uniforms and outfits, and vestments certainly didn’t put him off.
He didn’t even think it was because she was a nun although had she been in any other vocation he would probably not have hesitated.
But as he walked away the overwhelming feeling was not one of pride.
It was not however that he was growing a spine or at the very least getting a conscience, he thought it was just his strength of character.
But he found he was affronted because Sister Gloria said that she thought that having sex with him was sin free.
Making him feel like a vegetable in a slimmer’s diet plan.
In fact he was so miffed that he went straight back to confront her.
When he re-entered the room he found Gloria sitting on the sofa with her unshod feet resting on an occasional table
Her head was uncovered and she had a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whisky in the other.
“My God, what kind of Nun are you?” he exclaimed
“I’m not” she retorted taking a mouthful of whisky
“Not what?”
“I’m not a nun” She said and laughed
“What?”
“Your brother put me up to it” Gloria explained and laughed again “I’m an actress”
But despite his appreciation for all things feminine, he did always try to avoid fishing in someone else’s pond, no matter how attractive the body of water might be.
Some might call it a code but those that did eventually abandoned it after repeatedly failing to meet their own exceptionally low standards and repeated their failures on numerous occasions following it.
If they did possess any scruples they had would have doubtless shown by their behaviour that they could be overcome, as their many peccadilloes would testify to.
Colin Diss however was not one of that number so when Sister Gloria of the Mary of Bethany Convent in Finchbottom made a pass at him, courtesy of an over indulgence on communion wine he supposed, so he was pleased with himself when he declined her advances and broke away from her embrace.
“Are you worried about your immortal soul?” She asked with a chuckle
“Because I would think you’re probably damned already for all the sinning you’ve done”
“No of course not” he snapped “I’m more concerned about yours”
“Oh that” she said, “well I’m of a purer bent than you and I shall merely have to repent my misdemeanour”
He looked at her doubtfully
“Look I have my faith,” she said with conviction “I know that I have eternal life awaiting me”
“I can’t do it with a nun” he retorted and kissed her on the forehead and then left the room but paused outside.
He was proud of his strength of character in rejecting Sister Gloria’s invitation to canoodle, it certainly wasn’t through a lack of attraction or even what she was wearing, that made him so steadfast, he liked uniforms and outfits, and vestments certainly didn’t put him off.
He didn’t even think it was because she was a nun although had she been in any other vocation he would probably not have hesitated.
But as he walked away the overwhelming feeling was not one of pride.
It was not however that he was growing a spine or at the very least getting a conscience, he thought it was just his strength of character.
But he found he was affronted because Sister Gloria said that she thought that having sex with him was sin free.
Making him feel like a vegetable in a slimmer’s diet plan.
In fact he was so miffed that he went straight back to confront her.
When he re-entered the room he found Gloria sitting on the sofa with her unshod feet resting on an occasional table
Her head was uncovered and she had a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whisky in the other.
“My God, what kind of Nun are you?” he exclaimed
“I’m not” she retorted taking a mouthful of whisky
“Not what?”
“I’m not a nun” She said and laughed
“What?”
“Your brother put me up to it” Gloria explained and laughed again “I’m an actress”
Sunday 25 June 2017
Downshire Diary – (91) The Babysitter
(Part 01)
Eleanor Saunders was a 29 year old divorcee with two young children who still lived in the marital home in Dulcet Green, the village where she was born and she concidered herself very lucky to be living in the place that she loved.
But she was still an attractive woman, very attractive most would say, and although she loved her children dearly she had needs outside of the family which wernt being met, so she started dating again, blind dates mainly, which were usually disasterous.
On the occasions when she did go out, she had a number of local girl who baby sat for her, they varied in ages from 16 to 18 but there was one older girl, Christine Murch, who was her first choice to babysit for her.
Chrissie was a pretty blonde student who was in her third year at Abbottsford University and was a quiet studious girl who was always grateful of the extra money, and could study just as well in Ellie’s house as at home, but Chrissie had a secret.
It came to light after one particularly disasterous date when Eleanor arrived home early and found Chrissie laying on the sofa behaving a little out of character, she was agitated and flustered, and Ellie suspected she might have been on drugs.
She suspected she was a bit too noisy as she opened the front door which gave the girl a chance to hide the evidence and Ellie found herself feeling a little dissapointed in the girl, she thought she was better than that.
But Ellie was certain sure she was up to something and found herself wishing she’d been a bit quieter with the front door.
The next day, after she’d taken the children to school she sat on the sofa drinking her coffee and made an interesting discovery.
One of her silk blouses was stuffed down the back of the cushion, which she was certain she had put in the wash the previous morning.
Eleanor imediately thought the previous nights nearmiss and the unearthing of her dirty blouse had to be connected, she held it to her face and she could still smell her perfume on it, and then she put two and two together and she realised why Chrissie was so flustered the previous evening, and Ellie had some very salacious images in her head and found herself really turned on.
Eleanor spent the afternoon wearing a very smug expression on her face and harbouring a salacious plan in her head.
And the first part of the plan was to bait the trap which she did by reapplying perfume to her silk blouse and putting it in her wash bin.
The second part was to phone Chrissie and ask if she could babysit that evening.
And once the kids were safely tucked up in bed she would bring out the artillery, her best and hottest black silk ensemble and black stockings all beneath a black designer dress and victory would be hers.
(Part 02)
Once the kids were safely tucked up in bed she brought out the artillery, her best and hottest black silk ensemble and black stockings all beneath a black designer dress.
She also took extra care with her hair and makeup so she could optimise the impact, so that when she appeared downstairs Chrissie would be blown away.
“How do I look?” she asked almost casually
“Wow, you look stunning” Chrissie said
“Are you doing something special?”
“I do hope so” Ellie thought to herself but out loud she said
“No just dinner”
“Well he’s a very lucky man” she said
Eleanor spent longer than usual getting out the door as she wanted to give Chrissie every oportunity to drink in the vision of her in her finery and crossing and recrossing the lounge also wafted her expensive perfume arround the room, although she wasn’t sure that was the way Chrissie liked to smell her perfume.
Ellie also did a lot of bending over, much more than usual, and she even lifted the hem of her dress and adjusted her stocking right infront of her to great effect, and the pleasure on her face was palpable.
When Ellie was quite sure she’d tempted and teased her babysitter enough she picked up her bag and keys and said goodbye.
“Have a nice time” Chrissie said
Eleanor slammed the front door behind her but instead of getting in the car she crept around the side of the house and reentered via the kitchen door.
She put her bag down and slipped off her shoes and tiptoed across the kitchen and quietly into the dining room to the half open door that led to the lounge and waited for the show to start and after the very noticable effect she had on the baby sitter she didn’t think it would be long.
And sure enough as she peered through the crack in the door, Chrissie was just returning from the wash bin with Eleanors silk blouse, and a pair of leggings, also from the wash bin.
But then much to Ellie’s surprise she didn’t make her self comfortable on the sofa, instead she slipped off her jeans and replaced them with Ellies leggings, then she removed her top and put Ellies blouse on and buttoned it up and then she closed her eyes and hugged her self as she breathed in Eleanors exotic perfume.
Then she watched as Chrissie sat on the sofa still hugging herself and smiling which was when Ellie decided to make her move.
So she slipped out of her black designer dress and stepped silently into the lounge wearing only hottest black silk ensemble and black stockings that Chrissie enjoyed so much earlier.
Eleanor stopped beside the sofa and looked down on her babysitter.
“Is there anything else of mine you’d like to wear?” she said holding out her black dress and Chrissie opened her eyes and gasped, and all the colour drained from her face.
Firstly because she had been discovered wearing Ellies clothes and then again when she noticed Eleanor was in her underwear.
“Oh wow” she exclaimed
Eleanor rarely went out after that night but when Chrissie was home from University she still babysat two or three times aweek so Ellie didn’t need to go out anymore to have her needs met.
Eleanor Saunders was a 29 year old divorcee with two young children who still lived in the marital home in Dulcet Green, the village where she was born and she concidered herself very lucky to be living in the place that she loved.
But she was still an attractive woman, very attractive most would say, and although she loved her children dearly she had needs outside of the family which wernt being met, so she started dating again, blind dates mainly, which were usually disasterous.
On the occasions when she did go out, she had a number of local girl who baby sat for her, they varied in ages from 16 to 18 but there was one older girl, Christine Murch, who was her first choice to babysit for her.
Chrissie was a pretty blonde student who was in her third year at Abbottsford University and was a quiet studious girl who was always grateful of the extra money, and could study just as well in Ellie’s house as at home, but Chrissie had a secret.
It came to light after one particularly disasterous date when Eleanor arrived home early and found Chrissie laying on the sofa behaving a little out of character, she was agitated and flustered, and Ellie suspected she might have been on drugs.
She suspected she was a bit too noisy as she opened the front door which gave the girl a chance to hide the evidence and Ellie found herself feeling a little dissapointed in the girl, she thought she was better than that.
But Ellie was certain sure she was up to something and found herself wishing she’d been a bit quieter with the front door.
The next day, after she’d taken the children to school she sat on the sofa drinking her coffee and made an interesting discovery.
One of her silk blouses was stuffed down the back of the cushion, which she was certain she had put in the wash the previous morning.
Eleanor imediately thought the previous nights nearmiss and the unearthing of her dirty blouse had to be connected, she held it to her face and she could still smell her perfume on it, and then she put two and two together and she realised why Chrissie was so flustered the previous evening, and Ellie had some very salacious images in her head and found herself really turned on.
Eleanor spent the afternoon wearing a very smug expression on her face and harbouring a salacious plan in her head.
And the first part of the plan was to bait the trap which she did by reapplying perfume to her silk blouse and putting it in her wash bin.
The second part was to phone Chrissie and ask if she could babysit that evening.
And once the kids were safely tucked up in bed she would bring out the artillery, her best and hottest black silk ensemble and black stockings all beneath a black designer dress and victory would be hers.
(Part 02)
Once the kids were safely tucked up in bed she brought out the artillery, her best and hottest black silk ensemble and black stockings all beneath a black designer dress.
She also took extra care with her hair and makeup so she could optimise the impact, so that when she appeared downstairs Chrissie would be blown away.
“How do I look?” she asked almost casually
“Wow, you look stunning” Chrissie said
“Are you doing something special?”
“I do hope so” Ellie thought to herself but out loud she said
“No just dinner”
“Well he’s a very lucky man” she said
Eleanor spent longer than usual getting out the door as she wanted to give Chrissie every oportunity to drink in the vision of her in her finery and crossing and recrossing the lounge also wafted her expensive perfume arround the room, although she wasn’t sure that was the way Chrissie liked to smell her perfume.
Ellie also did a lot of bending over, much more than usual, and she even lifted the hem of her dress and adjusted her stocking right infront of her to great effect, and the pleasure on her face was palpable.
When Ellie was quite sure she’d tempted and teased her babysitter enough she picked up her bag and keys and said goodbye.
“Have a nice time” Chrissie said
Eleanor slammed the front door behind her but instead of getting in the car she crept around the side of the house and reentered via the kitchen door.
She put her bag down and slipped off her shoes and tiptoed across the kitchen and quietly into the dining room to the half open door that led to the lounge and waited for the show to start and after the very noticable effect she had on the baby sitter she didn’t think it would be long.
And sure enough as she peered through the crack in the door, Chrissie was just returning from the wash bin with Eleanors silk blouse, and a pair of leggings, also from the wash bin.
But then much to Ellie’s surprise she didn’t make her self comfortable on the sofa, instead she slipped off her jeans and replaced them with Ellies leggings, then she removed her top and put Ellies blouse on and buttoned it up and then she closed her eyes and hugged her self as she breathed in Eleanors exotic perfume.
Then she watched as Chrissie sat on the sofa still hugging herself and smiling which was when Ellie decided to make her move.
So she slipped out of her black designer dress and stepped silently into the lounge wearing only hottest black silk ensemble and black stockings that Chrissie enjoyed so much earlier.
Eleanor stopped beside the sofa and looked down on her babysitter.
“Is there anything else of mine you’d like to wear?” she said holding out her black dress and Chrissie opened her eyes and gasped, and all the colour drained from her face.
Firstly because she had been discovered wearing Ellies clothes and then again when she noticed Eleanor was in her underwear.
“Oh wow” she exclaimed
Eleanor rarely went out after that night but when Chrissie was home from University she still babysat two or three times aweek so Ellie didn’t need to go out anymore to have her needs met.
Mornington-By-Mere – (91) The Manor Farm Mouse
(Part 01)
In the late summer of 1943 Ronald Carrington stood on the platform at Roespring station in the inclement weather as the Purplemere train arrived.
The train was very busy but he managed to find a seat in the second compartment he came to.
Once on the train he fell asleep within minutes of the train departing the station, the motion of the train always did that.
When he opened his eyes again there were some new faces in the compartment, so he assumed he must have missed the stop at Nettlefield.
There were two girls sat across from him, one of which was a tall redhead with outstanding legs.
Ronald thought she was pretty enough, but he also thought she was all too aware of the fact and she positively preened when she realized he was admiring her legs, so he turned his attention to a quiet mousy girl sitting in the corner by the window.
The girl had long straight brown hair and a rather attractive, if heavily freckled face, but lovely hazel eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
She was a short, slim girl who he thought could have been anywhere between 18 and 25, wearing a rather faded floral dress and scuffed shoes.
The redhead, on seeing his transfer of allegiance, huffed quite loudly and flounced off to another compartment.
So Ronald and the little mouse spent the next twenty minutes exchanging glances amidst the occasional word.
He looked at his watch and they were only five minutes from Purplemere, he was sure he would easily make the connection for the bus to Mornington.
But that was before they stopped at a signal and waited there for what seemed like an eternity, presumably for a troop train, and when they eventually got going again it meant catching his bus was going to be an impossibility and even getting the next one was going to be a very close shave indeed.
As they approached the station the mousy girl stood up and reached up to get her case when the train lurched and she fell against him.
“I’m sorry” she said
“That’s ok, allow me” he said and easily lifted her case down
“Thank you….” She began
“Ronald” he said
“Thank you Ronald” she said “I’m Fiona”
“Please to meet you Fiona” he said and they shook hands and Fiona
smiled coyly, then as the train came to a halt she was thrown into his arms.
“That was very nice” he said as she gathered herself and then he turned and opened the door and stepped down onto the platform where he dropped his kit bag and then he helped Fiona down and said
“I do hope we can share a journey together again sometime”
“Me too” she said and blushed before she set off along the platform.
After watching her walk away he looked at his watch and rushed off towards the bus station and his worst fears wear realised when he saw his bus driving away.
“Bugger”
He checked the timetable and found he had an hour to kill before the next bus to Mornington and then it started to rain so he went and found a café to occupy his time and keep him dry.
(Part 02)
As he left the café it was raining hard, very hard, so he turned the collar up on his RAF great coat and rushed over to the bus stand and boarded the Mornington bus.
He made himself comfortable and was quite confident that he would sleep and dream away the duration of the journey.
That was until a rain soaked figure in a dripping raincoat boarded the bus just in the nick of time.
There was only a couple of empty seats, one of which was on the back seat next to him, and the figure made its way up the aisle and had obviously selected that one.
They appeared in front of him dripping water everywhere, including over him, which was when he turned into his mother and tutted loudly.
Realising what they had done the figure turned around.
“I’m so sorry did I get you wet?” the figure said from beneath a head scarf, before continuing with surprise and a thin-lipped smile
“Oh Ronald”
He tried to recognise the owner of the voice but there was only a small circle of face visible and that had hair plastered to it and drops of rainwater were dripping off their eye lashes.
It was definitely a girl, small and wet, he suppose it could equally have been a small, wet effeminate man but he didn’t think he knew any.
Not having a clue who it was he did the only thing left open to and feebly said.
“Hello”
The figure unbuttoned their raincoat and removed the scarf and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet coat was removed and she was wearing rather faded floral dress, he said.
“Fiona! I didn’t recognize you”
For the first half of the journey they chatted at length about themselves,
18 year old Fiona Blake lived in Nettlefield, where she had boarded the train, and lived with her parents where she was the youngest child of three.
Her two older brothers and her father were all in the Downshire Light Infantry, the former were last heard of in North Africa while her father was a drill instructor in Nettlefield.
She however was bound for Mornington as part of the Land Army where she had been assigned to Manor Farm.
Ronald Carrington on the other hand was 19 and was a pilot officer and was stationed at Mornington field
Which was originally used by the then newly formed Royal Flying Corps as a training base and it remained as a training squadron when the RFC became the RAF and right through to the end of the nineteen thirty’s, but when World War Two began it became a front line fighter base in the Battle of Britain and many sorties were flown from the field and many brave young men failed to return to it, Ronald himself had been there for the eight months since he qualified.
(Part 03)
After they had got to know each other the second half of the journey passed in silence as she was sleeping against his shoulder, which he really liked, so he let her sleep but when they were approaching the village he gently woke her and she smiled at him before she gathered her things together.
She threw her wet coat down on the seat and was about to sit next to it when the bus lurched and she fell onto Ronald’s lap but she quickly pushed back against him and scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said
The bus bounced once more and she again fell against him but once again she scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said once more, but almost immediately the bus lurched again and she fell onto his lap.
This time as she scrambled to regain her feet he said
“Stop apologizing Fiona”
And after chastising her he sat her on the seat beside him.
“I’m not sorry in the slightest” he added “I rather liked it”
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said blushing
“Why not? It’s true,” he said and then she did something that he had wanted to do for a long time, she leant over and kissed him
It was only a quick peck but it held promise but as soon as her lips left his she was on her feet and tottering down the aisle.
He was quickly after her and caught her at the top of the steps,
“Meet me at the Old Mill Inn on Saturday night” He said “7 o’clock”
“I don’t know about that” she retorted “I’ve heard about you RAF types”
She went down the steps and walked towards the open locker where the driver was handing out the bags and when she had hers she looked at him and said
“Ok, 7 o’clock”
It was 6 days after he’d seen her and he was quite anxious as he waited outside the pub, he had thought of little else since he had watched her walk away the previous Sunday, despite the fact they had had a busy week of operations.
But his anxiety was not diminished by the fact that 7 o’clock came and went, as did 10 and 20 minutes past the hour and the big hand was rapidly approaching the half hour when he heard a plaintive cry.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry”
And when he turned towards the source of the voice he saw it belonged to Fiona who was running towards him in her faded floral dress and her old scuffed shoes, freshly polished, and when she reached him she was red faced and breathless.
“I’m sorry” she said “We were late finishing, one of the cows refused to cooperate”
“Don’t worry” he assured her “I’m just glad you made it”
She smiled in relief and the redness of her exertions on her face was replaced by a blush then Ronald took hold of her hand and they went into the pub.
The pub was packed and very noisy but he got to the bar and got their drinks, beer for him and port and lemon for her and then they found a quiet corner but it was so raucous that they couldn’t really have a conversation and she kept looking around the bar, it was much busier than he had hoped it would be.
“Too many people eh” he said and she nodded so he finished his drink and stood up and added
“Come on lets go somewhere quieter”
And he led her outside and they walked slowly around the village and they could at last have a conversation.
“This is better” Fiona said and held his hand.
“Next time we’ll get the bus into Shallowfield and go to the pictures” he said
“Next time?”
“Only if you want there to be a next time” he said
“I really do” she said and giggled
They held hands all the way home and then kissed goodnight at the gate to Manor Farm and he watched his little mouse all the way to the door where she turned and waved and he knew he loved her and that she loved him.
In the late summer of 1943 Ronald Carrington stood on the platform at Roespring station in the inclement weather as the Purplemere train arrived.
The train was very busy but he managed to find a seat in the second compartment he came to.
Once on the train he fell asleep within minutes of the train departing the station, the motion of the train always did that.
When he opened his eyes again there were some new faces in the compartment, so he assumed he must have missed the stop at Nettlefield.
There were two girls sat across from him, one of which was a tall redhead with outstanding legs.
Ronald thought she was pretty enough, but he also thought she was all too aware of the fact and she positively preened when she realized he was admiring her legs, so he turned his attention to a quiet mousy girl sitting in the corner by the window.
The girl had long straight brown hair and a rather attractive, if heavily freckled face, but lovely hazel eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
She was a short, slim girl who he thought could have been anywhere between 18 and 25, wearing a rather faded floral dress and scuffed shoes.
The redhead, on seeing his transfer of allegiance, huffed quite loudly and flounced off to another compartment.
So Ronald and the little mouse spent the next twenty minutes exchanging glances amidst the occasional word.
He looked at his watch and they were only five minutes from Purplemere, he was sure he would easily make the connection for the bus to Mornington.
But that was before they stopped at a signal and waited there for what seemed like an eternity, presumably for a troop train, and when they eventually got going again it meant catching his bus was going to be an impossibility and even getting the next one was going to be a very close shave indeed.
As they approached the station the mousy girl stood up and reached up to get her case when the train lurched and she fell against him.
“I’m sorry” she said
“That’s ok, allow me” he said and easily lifted her case down
“Thank you….” She began
“Ronald” he said
“Thank you Ronald” she said “I’m Fiona”
“Please to meet you Fiona” he said and they shook hands and Fiona
smiled coyly, then as the train came to a halt she was thrown into his arms.
“That was very nice” he said as she gathered herself and then he turned and opened the door and stepped down onto the platform where he dropped his kit bag and then he helped Fiona down and said
“I do hope we can share a journey together again sometime”
“Me too” she said and blushed before she set off along the platform.
After watching her walk away he looked at his watch and rushed off towards the bus station and his worst fears wear realised when he saw his bus driving away.
“Bugger”
He checked the timetable and found he had an hour to kill before the next bus to Mornington and then it started to rain so he went and found a café to occupy his time and keep him dry.
(Part 02)
As he left the café it was raining hard, very hard, so he turned the collar up on his RAF great coat and rushed over to the bus stand and boarded the Mornington bus.
He made himself comfortable and was quite confident that he would sleep and dream away the duration of the journey.
That was until a rain soaked figure in a dripping raincoat boarded the bus just in the nick of time.
There was only a couple of empty seats, one of which was on the back seat next to him, and the figure made its way up the aisle and had obviously selected that one.
They appeared in front of him dripping water everywhere, including over him, which was when he turned into his mother and tutted loudly.
Realising what they had done the figure turned around.
“I’m so sorry did I get you wet?” the figure said from beneath a head scarf, before continuing with surprise and a thin-lipped smile
“Oh Ronald”
He tried to recognise the owner of the voice but there was only a small circle of face visible and that had hair plastered to it and drops of rainwater were dripping off their eye lashes.
It was definitely a girl, small and wet, he suppose it could equally have been a small, wet effeminate man but he didn’t think he knew any.
Not having a clue who it was he did the only thing left open to and feebly said.
“Hello”
The figure unbuttoned their raincoat and removed the scarf and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet coat was removed and she was wearing rather faded floral dress, he said.
“Fiona! I didn’t recognize you”
For the first half of the journey they chatted at length about themselves,
18 year old Fiona Blake lived in Nettlefield, where she had boarded the train, and lived with her parents where she was the youngest child of three.
Her two older brothers and her father were all in the Downshire Light Infantry, the former were last heard of in North Africa while her father was a drill instructor in Nettlefield.
She however was bound for Mornington as part of the Land Army where she had been assigned to Manor Farm.
Ronald Carrington on the other hand was 19 and was a pilot officer and was stationed at Mornington field
Which was originally used by the then newly formed Royal Flying Corps as a training base and it remained as a training squadron when the RFC became the RAF and right through to the end of the nineteen thirty’s, but when World War Two began it became a front line fighter base in the Battle of Britain and many sorties were flown from the field and many brave young men failed to return to it, Ronald himself had been there for the eight months since he qualified.
(Part 03)
After they had got to know each other the second half of the journey passed in silence as she was sleeping against his shoulder, which he really liked, so he let her sleep but when they were approaching the village he gently woke her and she smiled at him before she gathered her things together.
She threw her wet coat down on the seat and was about to sit next to it when the bus lurched and she fell onto Ronald’s lap but she quickly pushed back against him and scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said
The bus bounced once more and she again fell against him but once again she scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said once more, but almost immediately the bus lurched again and she fell onto his lap.
This time as she scrambled to regain her feet he said
“Stop apologizing Fiona”
And after chastising her he sat her on the seat beside him.
“I’m not sorry in the slightest” he added “I rather liked it”
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said blushing
“Why not? It’s true,” he said and then she did something that he had wanted to do for a long time, she leant over and kissed him
It was only a quick peck but it held promise but as soon as her lips left his she was on her feet and tottering down the aisle.
He was quickly after her and caught her at the top of the steps,
“Meet me at the Old Mill Inn on Saturday night” He said “7 o’clock”
“I don’t know about that” she retorted “I’ve heard about you RAF types”
She went down the steps and walked towards the open locker where the driver was handing out the bags and when she had hers she looked at him and said
“Ok, 7 o’clock”
It was 6 days after he’d seen her and he was quite anxious as he waited outside the pub, he had thought of little else since he had watched her walk away the previous Sunday, despite the fact they had had a busy week of operations.
But his anxiety was not diminished by the fact that 7 o’clock came and went, as did 10 and 20 minutes past the hour and the big hand was rapidly approaching the half hour when he heard a plaintive cry.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry”
And when he turned towards the source of the voice he saw it belonged to Fiona who was running towards him in her faded floral dress and her old scuffed shoes, freshly polished, and when she reached him she was red faced and breathless.
“I’m sorry” she said “We were late finishing, one of the cows refused to cooperate”
“Don’t worry” he assured her “I’m just glad you made it”
She smiled in relief and the redness of her exertions on her face was replaced by a blush then Ronald took hold of her hand and they went into the pub.
The pub was packed and very noisy but he got to the bar and got their drinks, beer for him and port and lemon for her and then they found a quiet corner but it was so raucous that they couldn’t really have a conversation and she kept looking around the bar, it was much busier than he had hoped it would be.
“Too many people eh” he said and she nodded so he finished his drink and stood up and added
“Come on lets go somewhere quieter”
And he led her outside and they walked slowly around the village and they could at last have a conversation.
“This is better” Fiona said and held his hand.
“Next time we’ll get the bus into Shallowfield and go to the pictures” he said
“Next time?”
“Only if you want there to be a next time” he said
“I really do” she said and giggled
They held hands all the way home and then kissed goodnight at the gate to Manor Farm and he watched his little mouse all the way to the door where she turned and waved and he knew he loved her and that she loved him.
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