(aka Bike) Part 1356 by Angharad Copyright © 2011 Angharad
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“How was your date?” I asked sitting with Julie while she ate her belated meal.
“Okay I guess–but he’s only got one thing on his mind.”
“I hope you said no,” I blushed as I offered this advice.
“Course I said no–I can’t stand bloody football.”
I began to think we were talking at cross purposes and there was no way I could say this without making myself look an idiot obsessed with sex.
“Which team does he support?” I asked trying to get into her conversation.
“Man Utd, what else?”
“It could have been Portsmouth.”
“Who? Mum you’re a saddo if you support them.”
“No I don’t but they did win the FA cup a few years ago.”
“Yeah–then got relegated–some success story that is.”
“Did they? I don’t actually follow football, only what I hear on the radio.”
“Yeah, well unless you do–don’t lecture me for not doing it either–stupid game.”
“Danny likes it, and your dad enjoys watching some of it.”
“Yeah well, it’s a boy thing–isn’t it?”
“I think that’s how Trish sees it, even though she’s actually quite good at it.”
“Trish is good at every-bloody-thing, especially stirring.”
“I wish you girls would be a bit kinder on each other–you are supposed to be sisters, albeit adopted ones–but we treat you all the same.”
“Yeah, I know–sorry, Mummy–but I can’t forget how she has corrected me with great enjoyment, especially in front of others–the little psycho.”
“All seven year olds are like that–they don’t appreciate the difficulties of others or the embarrassment they cause.”
“No, but I did.”
“She said she was sorry.”
“Only ‘cos you made her.”
“She has some difficulties being so clever.”
“Yeah, but you and Gramps are clever–yet you are a nice person.”
“Am I? Sometimes, I suppose I am. She is far cleverer than I ever was.”
“Is she? She’s more intellectual, but you have practical skills she lacks–she can tell you how the gears work on a bike but she couldn’t fix ‘em–you could.”
“Depending on what had broken, maybe.”
“Go on, you’re a whizz with bikes.”
“What are you after?”
“Nothin’, honest–well okay, can you phone work for me tomorrow and say I’m sick?”
“Sick of work?”
“Ye–no, need the day off.”
“Why can’t you take leave?”
“She wouldn’t let me–I have to give two week’s notice for holidays.”
“So you’re asking me to tell a deliberate lie so you can skive off?”
“Sorta.”
“No–I don’t deal in deceit, however well intentioned.”
“It’s only a little fib, Mum.”
“Why do you need the day off?”
“Me an’ Stan wanna go over to the Isle of Wight for the day.”
“Stan? Who is Stan?”
“He’s Ben’s boss.”
“Who is Ben?”
“John’s brother–why?”
“You went out with, Alan–didn’t you?”
“Oh that’s right live in the past.”
“You told me you were going out with Alan.”
“That was yesterday.”
“But it was he you went out with?”
“Yeah, sorta.”
“Who did you go out with then?”
“I was gonna meet up with Alan at the pub but I got a call from Robbie, so I didn’t go to the original pub...”
“Where you’d have met Alan...”
“Yeah–see–I knew you’d get it eventually.”
“No I don’t–you went out to meet Alan, get derailed by Robbie and so on–where does Stan come from?”
“Rochdale originally, I think...”
“No–tonight.”
“Oh, it was his fiftieth birthday an’ we got dancin’ an’ he likes the same things I do.”
“He is old enough to be your grandfather.”
“No he isn’t–besides he’s got a new car.”
“So have you.”
“Yeah–I know, but...”
“But nothing–now look here, Julie, I have enough worries about you dating boys without you dating old men.”
“Fifty isn’t old.”
“It’s half way to a hundred–that old enough for you?”
“Yeah–okay.”
“What does a fifty year old want with a dolly-bird anyway–apart from one thing?”
“Yeah, well he can’t ‘ave that, can ‘e?” She stood up and flounced away from the table.
“Whether he can or not is irrelevant–I’m not indulging some sick old man’s perversions and telling lies.”
“Perversions? You’re being silly now?” she said walking back to the table.
“Am I? What’s he want with a schoolgirl, then?”
“I’m not a schoolgirl.”
“No–you could still be sitting A-levels, that’s schoolgirl to me.”
“I’m seventeen, I know what I’m doing.”
“Sure you do–like dating a paedophile.”
“He isn’t one of them.”
“How do you know–what d’you know about him, other than he’s fifty and has a new car. What does he do for a living?”
“He gave me a leaflet on that–let me show you.”
She handed me a leaflet with a cross on the front of it. I opened it–it was for a church and at the bottom was the name, The Rev Stanley Myers.
I nearly fell over–“He’s a priest?”
“Yeah–is he?” she snatched back the leaflet. “Oh bollocks–oh that’s wunnerful–he’s looking to recruit teenagers to come to his Teen Faith camp on the Isle of Wight.”
“Jesus wants me for a sunbeam,” I smirked at her.
“You’re so freakin’ clever aren’t you, just like that weaselly brat.”
“If you mean Trish, her resemblance to any mustelid is purely coincidental.”
“Whatever one of those is.”
“The badger family, weasels, stoats, otters et cetera.”
“Can’t you forget you’re a bloody biologist for two seconds–this guy is coming to collect me tomorrow at ten.”
“No problem–you’ll be in work–won’t you?” I smiled.
“But–yeah, okay–will you tell him...?”
“Where to get off? With pleasure.”
“Poo–I’m going to bed.” She pecked me on the cheek and went off up the stairs.
“What was all that about?” asked Simon keeping well out of the way.
“She only wanted me to call her work tomorrow and say she was sick so she could go out with this guy.” I handed him the leaflet.
“You’re joking,” he said as he scanned the leaflet. Then he went over to my computer and began a search for this parish church, St Trinity. “There isn’t one, there’s something funny about this, Cathy.”
“I thought it was an offence to pretend to be a priest?” I offered for what use it was.
“I think it’s an offence to pretend to be anything for the purposes of deception–and luring young women tends to have one sort of conclusion.”
I went quite cold. “What should we do?” I asked, letting him take the lead.
“I hate to say it but, I think we should call the police.”
“Oh great–that could prove interesting.”
“Call Andy Bond–you have his number don’t you? At least we know he’s legit.”
“It’s eleven o’clock.”
“Okay, call him first thing tomorrow–and I mean first thing–if that guy is coming here at ten, I’d like the boys in blue to meet him rather than Julie.”
“Okay, I call them first thing–unless you do it, Si?” I batted my eyelashes at him.
“Give me the leaflet–then,” he responded and sighed.
Comments
Yay! Simon Being Clever!
This is a refreshing change from Simon being generally depicted as he is. Passive, unworried, useless, etc. Oh, he's been good in crises, but usually only in reactive mode.
It's nice to see him showing initiative, being proactive, and using his noggin. It rounds out his character a bit.
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Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1356
Reverend Stanley Myers, wonder if he is related to a certain Myers who is very hard to kill. As in Halloween
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
"Rev" Meyers sounds like
a dangerous character. Liked seeing Simon do something we normally associate with Trish... internet search. Of course Trish would probably find his birthday, a photograph, his real name, his criminal record, and his bank balance.
Why would Julie ever even want to go somewhere with that guy to begin with? Guess he must be VERY persuasive. The "likes the same things I do" is a common pickup method from what I've read.
Good job Cathy and Simon but Julie, please get some sense! How many times has Cathy had to save your life?
Knowing Trish...
...if she got hold of his bank account details, I wouldn't put it past her to arrange several large withdrawals from a variety of servers in East European locations...
Alternatively, and much less dodgy, Simon dials into the bank and discovers Myers just so happens to have a mortgage and personal loan from High Street Banks PLC that he's been having trouble repaying...
There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Dodgy priest
Like Cathy, I first thought "sounds a bit suspicious".
When she produced the leaflet proclaiming him to be a priest, I thought "At least he's not a Fr"
(Yes, I know all that probably stopped decades ago, but since the revelations are still filtering out...)
The last minute Christian camp sounded dodgy.
Then to find out his supposed church doesn't exist - alarm bells start ringing.
At least Julie decided work was better than what she thought was a Christian camp, so is likely to be out of the way by the time the fake priest turns up.
It would be advisable if the police did intercept him - unless he fancies an instant diagnosis of how many STDs he's got or the state of his haemorrhoids...
Calling Jim might be useful, especially if the police are their usual (in)competent selves...
There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Julie work? HA!
Do you really think Julie plans on going to work? With the ease she 'gave in' to Cathy and her track record, I don't think so.... In fact, having raised two girls and lived to talk about it, I bet she has her own ideas. It wouldn't surprise me if she phones him tonight and arranges to meet him near her work. The result will be a no-show at the house and Cathy an' co. will be forced to join the hunt, again.
Tally Ho!
PB
Well, I wonder if he knows
Well, I wonder if he knows Cathy's new favorite Plod? There is really something screwy with that character too, and now this joker. Call Jim. This could get dicey if it is pedophile ring.
CaroL
CaroL
I'd be happy to take his oysters...
And eat them raw.
G
Another intersting developement.
Not all older men who go clubbing are paeds. This old bugger is just acrazy tranny who enjoys dancing out of her skull and going home alone! I make a point of explaining clearly that I'm not trying to get into their knickers cos I'm wearing my own thank you.
And yes, the girls looking just to enjoy themselves and have fun on the dancefloor, love the fun.
However this one sounds a bit iffy so it would be wise to double check.
Still lovin the stories.
XZXX
Bev.
Growing old disgracefully.
Not into Tranny chasers either
Met my share of them and don't like them. This guy could be worst than a Paed and also be a cultist type looking to recruit young gullible people. Julie likes to think of herself as worldly but she aint all there about people either and still has much to learn.
You know I wonder if Cathy is now on Latrine duty, cleaning out all the scum of the earth on top of healing folks because I do not believe her encounters with all these pervs are coincidences. Shekinah did promise to punish her for defying her about Trish after all.
Oh dear.
Kim
The plod sickens
Thanks, A+B: this is a fine kettle of fish (thanks, Izzy) you've dreamed up. At least Cathy was able to remember Andy Bond, mind you there are a few other useful allies in the police force that could also be called upon.
I await the next Bikesode with interest.
Priestly Subterfuge
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I've said this before,
but Julie really is a bit thick. This time she has likely got a monster's attention, lets hope it gets settled properly.