All right remain the property of Mitzi Norton. All characters are fictitious and over the age of 18.
The Lift Home
'Thank you for looking after them, May,' Mrs Brown enthused.
May took the money from Mrs Brown and smiled, having earnt an easy £25.
'That's okay,' she replied. 'They were fab, slept all night. I just watched Netflix and caught up on Queuejumpers!'
Mr Brown joined his wife and slipped an arm around her shapely waist. Kissing her softly on the cheek, he shared a concerned look with his wife, and then looked at May.
'Are you sure you don't want a lift home?' he asked. 'I know it's summer, but it's late and it's dark.'
Popping the money in her purse, May looked up. She was petite, with shoulder length blonde hair tied in bunches and an innocent face with just a hint of mascara and blusher.
'I'm sure, Mr B,' she chirped. 'Jack was passing by on his way back from the library, so he's happy to take me home.'
'As long as you're sure,' Mrs Brown added.
'He's outside, he got here just after you,' May said.
'I'll see you out,' Mr Brown said.
'Take care, May, until next time' Mrs Brown said, as she turned and headed for the kitchen, kicking off her shoes.
May reached the door and turned to smile, as Mr Brown hurried after her and arrived just as she held it wide open. Jack, her brother, was sitting in his car, engine running. Mr Brown saw him and waved, and he returned the wave dutifully.
As May turned to say goodnight, the warmth of the summer evening played over the exposed skin of her arms and legs. Her pink summer dress was short, bouncy, skipping with her as she sprang to the door.
May looked straight at Mr Brown.
'Goodnight, David,' she mouthed.
He looked straight at her, into her unblinking, piercing blue eyes. Quickly, he turned his head to make sure that his wife had made her way to the kitchen.
'Why won't you let me take you home?' he asked, pleadingly, quietly.
'Oh, David,' May replied, staring straight past him to the open kitchen door and the sounds of Mrs Brown clattering in the kitchen. 'Don't you think Liz might start to wonder why it took you so long to drive me a few miles?'
Her eyes returned to David, once again, holding his attention, his desperation, as he struggled to form words to alleviate his frustration.
May's eyes dropped to his crotch, then flipped back to his face just as quickly.
'Do your husband stuff tonight,' she said. 'You can always think about what you're actually missing while you fuck her. You had your chance, and you bottled it.'
'I explained to you,' Mr Brown hissed, trying to remain as quiet as possible as his exasperation rose, 'I couldn't get away, I had no reason to leave.'
'Well David,' she replied, 'I have no reason not to accept the offer of a lift from my brother, whether you get frustrated or not. And if you really want to fuck me, you'll find a reason to get away, won't you?'
With that, May smiled, turned and bounded down the short drive to the car.
'May, please,' he implored as quietly as he could, but May ignored him.
Mr Brown hesitated in closing the door, in going back in, watching the night, and the car door, swallow May. As the car pulled away, May watched him, her stare returning his but the resolve in it telling him that, for tonight at least, the burning object of his middle aged lust, was unattainable.
Jack eased the car off the kerb and onto the road. May turned to him.
'You drive like such an old man,' she told him.
'Slow and steady wins the race,' he told her.
At 20, Jack was two years older than May. Unlike May, he was tall and athletic, and May had always wondered if they had had a delivery driver who bore a remarkable resemblance to one of them, since they bore so little resemblance to one another.
As Jack slowly accelerated, May looked at her older brother, and thought about how kind and caring he was, how willing to help anyone, how unassuming he was in his demeanour.
'What was David talking to you about?' he asked, concentrating on the road.
May shrugged.
'Nothing really,' she replied, turning her head and gazing out of the window. 'Just when he wants me next.'
'When is that?' Jack asked without breaking concentration.
She turned her head and looked at her brother.
'As soon as possible,' she replied with a smile.
'Well, you have plenty of free time before you start at Uni,' Jack replied.
May looked at him. She thought further about his kindness, his humanity, his generosity, and an urge she had never considered before suddenly overwhelmed her.
'You see this lane on the left?' she asked, pointing ahead of her.
He nodded.
'Pull in there, and drive about 200 yards,' she added.
Jack looked puzzled.
'Why?' he enquired.
'Just do it, and I'll explain when we get there,' May told him, softly.
Shrugging, Jack followed her directions, indicating left and driving, slowly and carefully, up the darkened road. It was lined by bushes, narrowing, with no street lights. Only the headlights of the car illuminated the way.
