The day has been marvellous. After sleeping off the reception meal, the farm courtyard has been cleared for partying. Dancer, Charlie and Maggie hang their heads over stable doors, apparently enjoying the music. Anyone who can handle an instrument has been pulled in to perform, all taking turns so that everyone has a chance to enjoy the celebration, the singing and the dancing.Tables and trestles are set up under the cover of barns in case of rain, but the May weather is perfect. A feast is laid out, everything grown or made on the farm, or brought in by wedding guests for all to share. The table groans under succulent roast joints, chicken, deviled eggs, three different kinds of salads, homemade bread from a dozen different well-wishers, cakes and puddings and trifles. On another table is wine, bought in and home-brewed, lemonade, and someone has provided a canteen-sized water-boiler for tea and coffee.No-one will go hungry or thirsty tonight.The big chestnut tree on the corn
JamesShe sits by me, pushing a coffee mug my way."Thanks." Then I take a good look at her....Something's changed........ She's happier....Ah.... Yes....I drink my coffee and wait for her to volunteer what I think.... what I am almost sure.... is coming."Um....""Ah-ha?""I thought I should tell you. I'm not pregnant."As I thought....I take her hand, kiss the fingers. "Good. I'm glad. I know it was worrying you."She nods into her coffee. "I do feel better now."I rub my thumb over the fingers, noticing the roughness of the skin. Charlotte has 'working hands' and I'm conscious that it embarrasses her sometimes.When this is all over, I'll ask Beth to take her to a spa or beauty centre. Get her to pamper herself a bit.I'm less sanguine about her nails. She doesn't normally bite them, but right now, they're chewed to the quick.Nerves?Upset about her fall-out with Michael....?Change the subject........ Happy futures...."Perhaps, one da
James"Wait here. Listen in."He nods unhappily.Charlotte's there, staring out of the window. For several days she would only wear jeans, covering her bruises I think, embarrassed by them. Now, largely healed, she wears a simple skirt and a woollen top against the winter.Although she is physically recovered, her cuts and bruises healed, emotionally the wounds are showing. Her sheer unhappiness gnaws at me.They love each other....They want each other…Yet somehow, they can't speak....Enough already...."Charlotte."She doesn't move, continuing her vigil. "Master?"Dominate...."I expect you to look at me when I address you."Her shoulders shrink in as she turns, seemingly facing me, but not meeting my eye. "Sorry, Master."And I don't speak. I wait.After a few seconds, she looks up, takes in my appearance, and now I don't meet her eye, instead straightening my jacket and shirt sleeves, adjusting my cuffs, before looking up to be sure I have her attent
JamesI'm warming too, the blood beginning to pound in my ears, to pool in my groin. I move a little to see what he's doing, watching as, thumbing back the sheath, he plays her bud. She's whimpering under his touch, her fingers gripping his head where he still suckles at a breast. And as he splays her folds, opens her then penetrates, her whimpering grows to moans.She arches, straining her knees wide, head pressing back against the pillow. His fingers are slick, gleaming now with her thighs, wet and glistening.Watching her as he sits upright, Michael gently finger-fucks her. His movements are slow, barely a thrust, but I think he's stretching his fingers wide inside her. His own colour is rising now, his face flushing as he watches her mounting heat. Flashing me a look, he stands to one side, undressing. Lips parted, a slight gleam of teeth showing, she pants as she looks up at me. Her gaze travels my body; hovering over my erection before returning to my face. Standing at t
JamesAfter some while of quite simply wallowing in the mood, "Want to eat?" I ask."Sure," says Michael. "Charlotte?""Ah-ha," she stretches, arching her spine, wriggling her fingers. "Sounds good.""Fine. You two shower off. I'll go order. Any preferences?"Michael waves a couldn't-give-a-damn hand at me. "Whatever you're having.""Me too."I slip on a robe and go order steak and steamed vegetables for three, then as an afterthought........ We're celebrating........ go for the full works with a spiced chowder starter and a chocolate and bitter orange pudding I saw being served a few nights ago. It looked as you could eat it, but having done so, Satan would be entitled to your soul....Just the thing....Food ordered I head for the shower myself. There's no sound of running water. Instead, the two of them, dripping and naked except for towels are locked in a tight embrace. He rocks her in circles as he holds her close.I step back, not wanting to interrupt th
JamesWhen the party dies down a little, while we are still gathered together, I decide to tackle the elephant in the room. "Of course, this all begs the question of why Klempner said what he did to Charlotte...."The champagne bubbles burst, and Charlotte's face turns serious. "I felt as soon as he spoke, that he had some kind of grudge against me. He said it was because of Jenkins getting killed, that he held me to blame for that. But it didn't feel right. I'm sure he was lying about that. If his grudge was actually with my mother, or my mother and father…"Beth sits, hands neatly folded as she listens. And Richard is intent as Michael interrupts her. "I should mention, Charlotte, that this isn't the only information that Will is trying to find. When these came to light, I also asked him, and he agreed, to try to have any other family connections checked. None came to light...."Richard raises a forefinger. "However," he says, "now that we know there is a family connection, a
He whistles through his teeth, a tuneless noise that serves to give him a little comfort in these uncomfortable surroundings.Officer Phil Cardelli, Rookie, is not technically alone. His partner searches along an adjacent passage, following routes marked out on a plan, laminated against the filth all around. The plan is detailed and complicated, overlaying sewers, subways and city service tunnels of all kinds. Periodically, they call each other, maintaining contact. But right now, he feels....What's the right word?Yeah.... Spooked....Never thought when I signed up that police patrol included sewers....He passes muck and debris, rat droppings and occasional skeletons. A dead cat, bloated and semi-decayed, eyes obscenely open, bobs in the water.He feels better thinking of it as water.The heavy rubber waders reach up to his waist, suspended on braces which dig into his shoulders. The work is dark, stinking and deeply unpleasant.The place, frankly, gives him the c
There is a knock at the door and Jenny turns from stirring the soup she is making. But without waiting for a reply, the door bursts open and Mrs Bennett strides into the kitchen, her face red."Why is my son sleeping on the couch?" she demands.Jenny colours up."And how long has this being going on?" continues the furious woman. "It's been months since the wedding. I was worried about you. There I was wondering if perhaps we should have the doctor look at you, and I come in early to find Chad sleeping downstairs.""I...." Jenny's eyes are swimming.But Mrs Bennett keeps talking. "And when I took a look around...." She slams open a side drawer which contains underclothes, a washbag and a towel. ".... All his things are down here. He is quite clearly not sleeping upstairs. What is it with you, Jennifer?" The woman stalks forward. "Still got all those ideas about university and books? Can't you bring yourself to be a proper wife to my son? I'm not having it!"She raises her h