When mum and dad suggested that me, my sister, and our twin younger brothers spent a weekend in Blackpool for a treat. I nearly wet myself laughing as we only lived up the road in Cleveleys.
"Never mind that," said dad, "if you babysit for us on the Friday night, I'll give you twenty pounds to go out to a club on Saturday night, what do you think," he asked.
"Twenty quid," I said thinking about it.
"Your on," I said.
'Well twenty quid is twenty quid,' I could just about get pissed on that, at a club I knew about. Well the holiday was on, each of us was allowed to pack one carry all bag with a change of clothes. Tooth past and soap you know the usual kind of things.
From our house, we walked to the tram stop and rode the tram all the way down to south Blackpool, then walked to a cheapish hotel, dad had booked for us.
Me and my brothers were in one room with a twin and a single bed, mum and dad had their own room. All because my sister was the only girl, she had her own room at the back of the hotel.
She had to rub it in all afternoon, and after the evening meal, she announced that she was going up to 'her room,' to shower in her 'en-suite,' and to do other lady like things.
What the hell she meant by that I had no idea but off she trotted pretending to be a lady. She was less than a month off her twentieth birthday and she was still acting like a little madam. The rest of us just looked at each other and laughed which frazzled her some what as she walked through the door.
We did the beach and the pleasure beach thing until it got dark. Then mum and dad took us back to the hotel to get us settled in as they got ready for a night out on the town. I got my brothers settled in and walked down the long narrow corridors to my sisters room to see if she was settled in or not.
She was in bed pretending to be asleep, I know that because the light was still on and she's never before been able to sleep with the light on.
It's funny, and I don't know why I would think this but as soon as I had opened her door. I had the distinct impression that she was getting up to no good in the room all by herself.
"Good night," I said, "be a good girl now, I'll check in on you later," I said closing the door behind me.
I stayed up, downstairs in to lounge watching TV until the landlord and his wife came through to lock up and say their good night's.
"You can go to bed you know, your mum and dad has a key to get back in," said the landlady.
"Okay," I said, "I'll just go and check on the 'kids,' before I go to bed myself."
I walked up the stairs as they switched all the lights out, and I could only just make out where I was going by the dim night lights on the corridor. I popped my head in first to have a look at my brothers, then over to my sisters room.
Even before I got there I could hear her, in her room. "What's up," I said rushing into her room, that was a mistake for me to do. She was laying on top of her bed in just her nightie. Her hair a mess and her eyes were red from crying.
She wouldn't tell me what was wrong with her, so I just held her in my arms and lay back till she fell asleep. I didn't say anything to mum or dad about her being upset about something. I thought it better if she told mum what it was about when she was ready.
I spent the day by myself while mum and dad took the others out for the day. True to his word, that evening dad gave me the twenty quid he promised, plus a little extra.
"Go and enjoy yourself kid, and don't get too drunk," he said ruffling my hair.
They were gone when I came back down stairs, I don't know where, they just wasn't there.
It was a good night, I met a couple of friends, and we all got really pissed. With just a couple of quid left in my pocket to get the tram back home, I said my fair wells to my friends and caught the last tram back to Cleveleys.
I'd got as far as Bispham, 'What a fucking idiot,' I thought, getting up off my seat and rushing to the doors. I was so pissed and I'd forgotten where I was going for a moment. I'd only gone a few stops, but in the wrong direction. Plus I'd no more money so I would have to walk the couple of miles back to the hotel.
I stood alone at the tram stop looking out to sea, it was the kind of night my girlfriend would call a romantic night, 'warm with a full moon.' If she was with me now, oh and how I wished she was, we would go down to the beach and make out. I smiled to myself as I headed towards the prom, rubbing the growing erection in my pants.
I walked down the prom towards the north pier along the front gripping myself from inside my pocket. It was kind of off putting though, with all the drinks I'd had, I was bursting to go to the toilet desperately. Luckily, there was a public loo just a bit further on with some permanent seating close by. Maybe, I thought, after I'd had my piss I could knock one off. There wasn't usually anybody around at that time of night, and I wouldn't be seen, I thought rubbing myself faster and getting more excited.
That 'little bit further ahead, I mentioned, felt like miles. I seemed to be getting more and more drunk with each step I took. My head though was clear, I could at lest think straight, but my legs felt like they belonged to somebody else.
