SPIL Origin's Martha
This story is part of a little trilogy of "how did the residents get to the island" you may find it interesting, or you may not.
I have tried to have a different story for each character. I hope that it's enough to hold your interest.
I hope that there is enough smoking and hints of nice women smoking for you all to enjoy.
Thanks again,
B
2017
Chapter 1
The large gathering of Wilkinson family had all sat down around two long wooden pub beer garden bench tables and eaten their lunch. Jessica Wilkinson tinged her teaspoon against the wine glass and using both hands she managed to stand up, her chubby fingers holding the edge of the table for support as her body gently swayed.
Martha Wilkinson looked across with dread at her mother nervously. With one eye on her she exhaled a cone out the other side of her mouth as her clearly tipsy mum was whilst waiting for people to be quiet. Jessica was trying to multitask, both trying to stay standing whilst she again topped up both their wines glasses.
She coughed loudly "Thank you," she held her chest for a second, and coughed again. Then carefully picked up her wine glass and took a messy gulp, before leaning forward to put it back down. "Thank you all for coming for this little celebration, and before we lose my other daughter Hannah into the large rather delicious deserts counter," she paused as Hannah moaned and rolled her eyes " which is coming our way in a second, I feel like I should say a few words on behalf of the whole family in support to my other daughter Martha." She smiled and looked fondly down towards her daughter. "On behalf of your dad and I...well done to Martha on passing your torturous, stressful exams, it has been seven years of your life and with your serious hard graft you have finally done it. I am I mean, we are, really pleased to finally have a doctor in the house!" Jessica picked up her wine glass and smiled as she raised her glass "Cheers!" she gulped the fizzy wine, "As she is a proper doctor I am now looking forward to relaxing after all these years and its now her turn to look after me in my old age."
She smiled at the group, "I think it's now time for me to sit down, before I fall down and carry on doing what I do best, which is drinking and now I think it's very much time for her to say a few words." She then promptly sat back down, before raising her body slightly and tucking her long floral dress under her legs before her large bottom again reached the bench which creaked loudly as her rear landed.
The alcohol fuelled family group nodded and chatted amongst themselves and then a few sporadic voices loudly chanted "Speech" and enthusiastically banged the table.
The blonde-haired slim Martha shook her head reluctantly and nervously smiled, tutted and placed her lit cigarette in the black ashtray in the middle of the table. Then as she anxiously stood up whilst adjusting her own summer dress pulling it up to protect her modesty on her chest as she rose and with her hand in front of her mouth gently coughed to clear her throat and picked up her glass and took another Dutch courage sip of her wine and smiled at the gathered family. "Firstly, I will follow mum and thank you so much for coming, and I am so glad that it's not raining so we can all gather outside and not be hiding under umbrellas, or even worse spending most of the afternoon in that little porch over there and of course secondly, but actually more importantly thank you so much Mum and Dad for supporting me through these last few hard years. Initially everyone thought I was mad trying to be a doctor and follow my amazing grandfather, but I really have appreciated everyone's help and of course assistance and I really couldn't have done it without you all."
"Get on with Mart, deserts are coming!" Whinged Hannah from the end of the bench as Jessica scowled disappointingly at Hannah as she waved away the smoke drifting off the cigarette which was left burning in the ashtray in the middle of the table.
Martha smiled at Hannah "I am eternally grateful and almost certainly couldn't have done it with the endless love and support from my gorgeous sister!" she winked. "Briefly looking forward as most of you now know I have now got the fun task of finding my real job, but I should find out very soon, it could be the local ER department, but if am really lucky I am hopeful to escape to a remote sunny island and work on my tan, I haven't seen proper daylight for months." She smiled as the family tapped the table supportively, she glanced to the side, and she clocked the waitress carrying the chocolate cake. "But for Hannah's sake, I will sit down now, enjoy the cake, and thanks again." She beamed and sat down and swiftly picked up her cigarette and placed it back between her lips and swiftly took a recuperative drag as the gathered grandmother and aunts and uncles all clapped.
Chapter 2
Martha shook her head and looked down at the table and carefully put her drink down on it and rubbed her hand under her nose and tucked her hair away from her face again. With an attempted smile she looked at her dad, he blanked her. She tilted her head as she placed the filter between her red lipstick rich lips and pulled deeply on her cigarette again and held the smoke within her lungs. "Again, please Dad, don't have a go at me, you're drunk too," she stated and then let her exhale of smoke pour out, and with her left hand on her hip pulled on her cigarette again. "It's my choice if I want to go and work on this island." She said before exhaling yet another cone.
"Darling, I don't want you to have worked so hard to waste it on some hedonistic island." The overly portly grey-haired Gerald Wilkinson begged.
"Dad, they've told me the average age of the inhabitants is sixty-six; it's a retirement home, in the sun. It will be great to get some experience for my career working with these people."
"Old people have sex Martha! I should know!" he stated.
Martha shook her head and pulled on the cigarette again "Way too much information Dad"
"So why would you go out there, it's not as if you are going to find a husband out there, if they are all bloody eighty."
Martha laughed, "Maybe I could find myself a nice kind sugar daddy!" and then dragged on her cigarette again.
"But what do I tell the Rotarians? My amazing doctor daughter is off swinging on some island in a far-flung corner of the world apparently saving people's lives?"
Martha glared and exhaled through her nose "The saving people's lives bit will be true dad." She stated and glanced at her cigarette and then flicked the growing ash off on to the floor.
"I am just not comfortable with it."
"I don't need to pay for board or lodging, cigarettes or alcohol, I just need work on the people in the morning and then go work hard on my tan in the afternoon!" she grinned. "You will be pleased I will be saving money."
"This is not what concerns me, what does is you are going to going to join them and be an alcoholic, swinging chain-smoker." He opened his hands out trying to explain himself.
Martha shrugged her shoulders, "Well, if you sell it like that?" She grinned fondly at her dad and flicked her cigarette again, the long ash tumbling to the floor.
"Martha!"
"But dad even Mum is halfway there already, and she lives here, don't worry about me I will be fine." And took a final drag on the cigarette.
"But darling you full well know that I see a lot of your mum in you!"
Martha shook her head as she exhaled out the corner of mouth and stubbed the cigarette out, picked up her wine and finished it with a final gulp, she then picked up her handbag and whilst holding it close to her chest, she looked at Gerald, "See you in a minute Dad!" she stated as she carefully swung her legs from under the table, and slowly got up and whilst correcting her dress, stumbled and wobbled on her heels in the direction of the toilets.
Chapter 3
Martha gently shut the oak front door and walked into the kitchen and smiled "Morning dad" she called out as she sashayed into the kitchen. Still in her blue scrubs from nightshift, and came up behind her dad and ran her hands in a faux massage over his shoulders and then affectionately kissed him on the top of his bald pate on his head and leaned across him as he said "morning" as she very unstealthily pulled a cigarette out of his pack on the kitchen table.
"Oh, morning Mart, what did I do deserve that?" He asked as he quickly offered the waiting cigarette a flame from his lighter in his shirt pocket.
"Nothing" she said after finally exhaling, "you were in my way of getting my morning cigarette!" she cheekily grinned and dragged again.
"Hey, they are mine!" he smiled fondly at his daughter "what happened to your own pack?"
"Yours were closer than mine which are still upstairs, I left them here, not allowed them if you remember the hospital has become a completely 'no smoking site'?"
"Oh!"
"Honestly dad, it's a lot easier if they are not anywhere near me!" she grumbled and pulled hard on her first of many post shift cigarettes.
Gerald shook his head "...anyway is it today that you will hear from the hospital trust about your permanent position?"