Copyright 2003 by Paul C. All rights reserved.
Rubies are Red. Part 30.
Jenny.
It hurt to change gear my fanny felt so sore. I smiled at the thought. In fact I don't think I'd really stopped smiling since Ron had last pulled his prick from me.
We had done it four times in less than four hours. I could feel my smile broaden at that thought. It had been very nice. Intense, in fact, at the end.
I felt great. Sore but great. Now that I knew that Paul was safe I had only my practical test the next morning and that was me finished for three weeks.
I wondered when Paul would be home. Should I stay in Bristol or go down to Somerset? The Foreign Office would be contacting Mary if they had news. All I would be waiting for would be if Paul happened to try to get through on the phone direct to me. Perhaps I should move down to Paul's grandfather's cottage. Shirley could then have the house in Bristol all to herself and Matt.
That could work out very well. And what could be more natural than for the Curate to visit me to check up on developments.
It could work out very well indeed.
I pulled into the short gravel drive the led to the doors of our garage. There were no lights on in the house. Perhaps Shirley was staying over at Matt's. She shouldn't really do that. They could get into trouble if they were caught. Well, certainly Matt would.
I locked the car door and hurried to the front door. It was raining steadily. I turned my key in the lock and stepped inside, turning on the hall lights before taking off my coat and hanging it up. My keys I replaced in my handbag on the hall table checking its contents as I did so.
Handkerchief, ticket stubs, old receipts, my purse, a lipstick, my pills. I hoped they were working after what Ron had left inside me.
Should I go straight to bed or bath first? I was giving my lesson at eleven thirty so I didn't have to rush in the morning. Shirley was at two. Which meant I would have to hang around until three-thirty to bring her home after she had finished. She needed a car of her own. We couldn't really buy her one. She wouldn't accept it. What if I had Paul buy me a new one and tell her she could have my old one? That might work.
A bath was beginning to sound very tempting so I walked up the stairs and turned on the taps. A quick visit to the toilet seat and some gentle dabbing with some toilet paper followed. I checked I had enough towels, walked downstairs, went into the kitchen and switched on the kettle for a cup of tea. The central heating had switched itself off so I switched it on to manual.
Shit! I hadn't switched the central heating off in Paul's grandfather's cottage. Hopefully nobody would be going there tomorrow.
The kettle boiled so I made myself a cup of tea and carried it upstairs. As I was about to enter the bathroom I heard a key turn in the front door lock.
"Hello." Shirley said as she entered brushing raindrops from her coat. "How was it?"
"Quite pleasant thanks." I replied expecting Matt to follow her inside.
She closed the door. No Matt. I could hear a car outside pulling away.
"Alone?" I asked.
"Yes. I'm on and it would be a bit frustrating to have him here."
"Oh." This could mean a change of plan. "I was hoping to go and stay at Paul's grandfather's this weekend. I was hoping you would be here this weekend in case Paul phoned so you could tell him where I am."
"I'll do that for you. If you want me to." She smiled up at me from the foot of the stairs. "Only quite pleasant?"
"It was very nice. I didn't know if Matt was there."
"Tell me all about it."
"I'm having a bath." I glanced at the tub. The water was close to the top. "The kettle's not long boiled if you want some tea."
"Ok. I'll get one."
I placed my tea mug near the taps. I added some bubbles to my bath and switched off the taps. I undressed and got in. It was too full and water slopped over the side. I could hear the water gurgling out of the overflow hole by my toes. My fanny lips started to sting. I eased them apart then closed them tight with my fingers. That was a little better.
Shirley came in carrying a mug of tea and sat down on the lid of the toilet seat.
"Well?" She asked.
Paul
I leaned back in my chair and stifled a burp.
These soldiers ate surprisingly well considering they were on a secret mission in a foreign land. The coffee was certainly better than you got in the normal US restaurant as well.
Louise looked upset. She blew out a lungful of tobacco smoke. It was the first cigarette I'd ever seen her smoke.
"I didn't realise you smoked." I said letting my knee touch hers beneath the table.
"I'm always giving up." She replied. "You normally see me at those times. The same as Howie."
I had seen Howie smoking before, and not just cigarettes.
He had acquired a couple of packs from one of the soldiers and was offering one around the table. Bill took one, as did Gillian. I thought I caught a movement towards the packet on the parts of her daughters but they refused politely in the end.
I waved my hand in refusal as I felt the pressure returned beneath the table by Louise. I rubbed my knee up and down against hers.
The corporal I had met earlier came in and stood at the end of the table.
"The Major's compliments." He started, looking us up and down. "We are expecting a number of air movements during the next two hours. The Major wishes you all to remain in here until told otherwise."
"What about our other friend, Heather?" I asked. "Can we see her? She came with me."
He looked at me then at Louise.
"Alright. I'll take you. But it will only be for a few minutes. We are moving her out at the first opportunity."
I stood up.
"If you wouldn't mind." I said. "I'd like to see her again before she goes."
"Very good, sir." The corporal said, hoisting his rifle into a more comfortable position on its strap on his shoulder. "Follow me."
I had to almost run to keep up with him as we skirted the dirt runway and made our way to the tents on the far side of the airfield. The air was filled with the drone of generators that powered a line of bright lights on either side of the runway. Lights were on in the main buildings.
I could hear what sounded like a swarm of bees approaching. The noise became louder and deeper. Then the air around us was filled with dust from the downdraft of their rotor blades as the first helicopters arrived.
We ducked into the first aid post tent. The medic who had seen us earlier in the day was kneeling beside Heather as she lay on a camp bed. He was fastening straps across her body. There was a drip on a metal frame attached to the bed feeding some sort of liquid into her arm.
She smiled when she saw me.
"Hello Paul." She said.
I knelt down on the other side of the camp bed to the medic.
"Hello Heather." I replied. "How are you feeling?"
"Revolutions aren't much fun really."
"I'm sorry I got you into this."
"Don't be." She held up her free hand for me to hold. "It was me that wanted to come. I didn't really give you much choice did I?"
