This is an edited version of the existing story of the same name, it's not new, I felt I needed to change it as I want to add new parts.
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This was my last job. Not the last job of the day but my last job ever. Tomorrow I retired. I was a technical training rep.
I retired the day after tomorrow but the van I used for training had to be handed over. I had good pension funds so I'd taken early retirement.
One of the reasons was a new boss. He was a smarmy bastard and the main reason I was going early. He wanted me to take the van back to HQ 180 miles from where I lived.
Then to go home on public transport after a night in a shitty motel in my time. I told him to go fuck himself. The van would be left on the street, all my company stuff left inside if he wasn't there to pick it up himself.
He knew I meant it. I was reeling in my power cables when a woman about my age started having a go about the company product. I tried to be polite but she wasn't having any of it so I told her to fuck off.
She stood with her hands on her hips looking at me. "Your Kevin Daly aren't you?"
"Yes, and?"
"You owe me an apology," she said smiling. "It's well overdue I may add."
"Look I'm truly sorry if your machine is shite. But I can't help. I don't work for the bastards anymore. I gave up making excuses half an hour ago."
"No, you silly sod. Don't you recognise me?"
I took a closer look. "Bugger me, your Christine Starling, Chrissy"
"I'll pass on your kind offer of alternative sex but I'll let you buy me a coffee by way of apology."
I did owe her an apology, I'd stood her up on a date donkey's years ago. Then just when you don't want it my phone rang. I looked at the name on the screen, it said "WANKER".
It was my boss, I called him that because he was. I said to Chrissy hang on a sec I need to deal with this. "What the fuck do you want now".
"Bring that van back tonight or I'll call the police and have you arrested for taking it without consent if I see you're going anywhere else at all."
"OK, your call sunshine".
"What you will bring it back?"
"No, don't act like a bigger cunt than you are, I'm leaving the fucker here, with my company phone and laptop. Now fuck off for good you fucking idiot"
I switched the phone off and chucked it into the cab. My shitty works laptop was in there. I took my personal gear and for the last time locked the door.
Marvin, the branch manager, one of the good guys said, "give me the keys if you're leaving it here it's going to be in my way."
"There you go, Merv." I shook his hand gave him the keys and I was gone. "Right, Chrissy. How about that coffee? Do I need to get on my knees for that apology?"
I must have been more of a mug than normal to dump this one. She was pretty good for a 55-year-old. And she was climbing into a top-end Merc. "You've done well for yourself Chrissy, Nice wheels!"
"Why didn't you come to the dig?"
"I thought at the time the game was more important."
"More important than me!"
"No, but you'd blackmailed me into going on important digs before. We found a button on one if I remember correctly."
Chrissy giggled at the memory, I found that not we".
"The super geek with the ginger hair said it was an important post roman find. I didn't like the smarmy little shit one bit. He wanted to get in your pants"
We met on our first day at school, We were in the same class until we went to the "comp" it changed then.
She went into class 1A,1. I was in the C stream. She would always come to watch me play rugby and cricket. We went to the school's youth club together. She let me grope her fantastic tits and I snogged her until my balls ached, but she never let me go further.
Then I left school and got myself an apprenticeship, she stayed on. I was working and had a bit of money now. I bought my first motorbike. Sandy loved the bike. We used to go up to the Haven Cafe on it. Drink crap instant coffee and listen to the old black guy who played the piano there and dance to his music.
Her mum, a snobby cow hated me even more then. She has made it her mission in life to hate as many people as she could. Her dad was a good bloke though, he thought my bike was great, and he knew his cricket.
Then she went to Edinburgh University to read English. I made the trip up a few times but it meant missing work or worse still the sports I loved. So we grew apart because we were both too young and daft to see what we had.
I was coming home from Tech College one evening, I was doing my HNC. I had to catch a bus, my bike was in bits in my dad's garage. The bus stopped and she got on.
This was 4 years on. She had just finished her course at teacher training college and was looking to change the world. As a get-back-together date, I took her to see "The Sensational Alex Harvey Band" in Sheffield.
We were an item again for a couple of years. Then one day she wanted me to go with her on another archaeological dig. I had a rugby match that day. I stood her up to go and play.
It was my last game ever. I broke my right leg. A compound spiral fracture. The nurse told me I had one hundred and thirty-six brakes. The bone broke through my skin in four places. I had three steel plates, rods, pins, screws, and more stitches than you could shake a stick at.
I had all sorts of stuff in there. It made my mates laugh at the airport metal detector when we went to Spain on holiday.
Chrissy's bitch of a mother didn't tell her I was in the hospital. I phoned half a dozen times. She came round to our house, my mum loved her like she was her own. Chrissy managed to come around when everyone was out.
So now here we were drinking Costa coffee well over 200 miles from where we first met and catching up. Chrissy was a bit wild, and so was I. She was on a different level from me.
While she never let me in her pants when we were at school she used to give me hand jobs. Very very good hand jobs she could get me to promise anything while she was doing me. She once tossed me off in the middle of the school field at lunchtime and then in the school library one wet rainy day. She used to like to tie my hands behind my back so she could tease me for what seemed like hours.
We were in Brighton, now I lived in Huntingdon so I had to ask her to give me a lift to the station. "How about I give you a lift to my house and you can show me your scar?"
"It goes all the way to the top of my leg I lied.
"Yeh, I bet it does. Does your dick still go down to your knee?"
"Nah it's quite a bit bigger these days."
"Do you want to come home with me Kevin?"
"Chrissy, I'd love to.?
Just at that moment, my phone rang. The screen said, mum. "Got to Get this one love, this is very important," I said.
"Hello Mum, what can I do for you?"
"Am I going to see you soon?"
"Yes mum, as you well know. As of today, I am an independently wealthy gentleman of leisure."
"Come up soon love. I want to see my boy."
Chrissy asked for the phone. "Hang on mum. Someone wants to talk to you." I put it on hands-free.
"Hello, Mrs Baily. I'm sitting here with your gorgeous boy drinking coffee and eating shockingly expensive cake."
"Ohh my, That's Chrissy Starling, I recognise that beautiful voice anywhere. Do you still sing?"
"No Mrs Baily, I'm afraid I don't get the chance anymore". Well, make a chance then. It's a sin not using that voice."
"Yes, Mrs Baily. I'll try."
"Oh good, grief love, it's Vee to you. Where are you, I haven't seen you in years?"
"I'm in Brighton. It's where I live these days. We are just going to my house. I'm going to feed him!"
"Don't you do any more than that until he buys you a ring? He is a stupid sod for ever letting you go."
"Ta mum thanks for that." It's dangerous to interrupt my mum while she is talking but she was over 200 miles away.
"I told you the same 40 years ago so don't say I didn't"
"Do you live in the same place, Mrs B. Sorry Vee?"
