Wuthering Dormice (aka Bike) Part 914 by Angharad Copyright © 2010 Angharad All Rights Reserved.

“Do I have to go shopping with you?”

“You don’t have to, but I was hoping a new outfit would cheer you up.”

“I thought you meant to the supermarket–I like, remember that man who looked like...”

“No, I can do the supermarket tomorrow, but we’ll need more bread–this horde devours it almost before it’s out of the machine.”

“It is nice bread, Mummy, better than the shop bought stuff.”

“Okay, c’mon, you make up the next batch and I’ll make us some tea.”

She nodded and went over to the machine, then back to the sink and washed her hands–I was pleased she’d remembered. She added all the ingredients and the water, then closed it and switched it on.

Although watching her, I did manage to make some teas and placed then on the table, she came and sat on my lap–which surprised me. This girl was full of surprises–I’d have thought it would be more productive to sit on Simon’s lap–he’s a sucker for that, especially when Trish, Livvie or Meems do it. Maybe if Julie did it, it would have a much more sexual message, and she may be a teen but she ain’t stupid.

She draped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my left shoulder, I put my arm round her back and rubbed it.

“If you hadn’t found me, Mummy, I’d be dead now.”

I felt no need to say anything, I simply held on to her.

“Like, wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart–someone else would have found you and called an ambulance.”

“Yeah, but they’d have sent me back to prison.”

“Prison?” I gasped, was there something no one was telling me?

“Yeah, where he tried to kill me.”

“Your old house you mean?”

“Yeah, to me it was like prison.”

“Oh, sweetheart, no one is going to make you go back there again–I promise.”

“Thank you, Mummy.”

She shifted her position a little and draped herself sideways on my lap, then resting her head on my shoulder, she sobbed herself to sleep. I let another cuppa go cold and was still sitting there with Julie on my lap when Simon came down to see where I was.

I raised the arm which wasn’t supporting her and shrugged with my eyes.

“Is she okay?” he whispered.

“She had a bad dream,” I whispered back.

Next moment he bent down and picked her up off my lap like she was a small child, “C’mon kiddo, let’s put you back to your bed.” He carried her up to her room and with me in pursuit placed her gently in the bed with her teddy in her arms. She curled up into a foetal position and sighed. We then pulled the duvet over her and quietly left her, closing her door behind us.

“What are you doing up?” I asked him.

“I came to find my woman–why?”

“Oh, want a cuppa?”

“If we take it back to bed–okay.”

So that’s what we did. As there was a danger of offspringus interuptus all we did was cuddle and kiss–although the way he was kissing my boobs–I was having difficulty controlling myself. When his hand went down below and rubbed something gently, while he continued to kiss my breasts–I shuddered and squealed.

“Nice?” he asked.

“Hmmm,” was all I could say, the nerve endings in my groin were buzzing.

“I’m aware I didn’t perhaps pay you as much attention last night as I might have done.”

“Oh God, that was good, Simon”

“Yeah, that was the impression I got.” He leant over to kiss me and I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me and kissed him passionately.

The girls arrived at about eight o’clock, I was dropping off to sleep nicely when cold feet and giggles assaulted my serenity. Simon, scooped them all up and took them down for breakfast and I went off to sleep.

I awoke at nearly eleven when Si brought me up a cup of tea. “I took one up to Julie as well, she asked me how she got back to bed, so I told her we carried her up and tucked her in. She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me.

“So while I was with her I told her that we were concerned for her safety, and that it wasn’t so much about being killjoys, because we’d both been young, ourselves, it was about her not biting off more than she could chew, especially given how inexperienced she was. I told her she could spend some time with Leon at weekends so long as it didn’t distract his duties here, or hers–I reminded her I was paying her.

“She seemed to take it to heart and she promised that she wouldn’t do anything silly, even with someone as relatively safe as Leon. She also said, that she loved staying with us, and that you were the first real mother she’d ever had. She loves you to bits–you know that, don’t you?”

“Thank you, darling, and for letting me sleep on a bit. You’ve been really nice this morning.”

“I am every morning,” he pouted.

“Okay, extra nice today, and I appreciate it.”

“I hope you still feel the same tonight,” he winked.

“Have you been at the Viagra again?” I joked.

“Oh dear, does it show?”

I glanced down at his trousers–“Nah, not especially,” sniggering as he looked dumbfounded.

“You rotten cow,” he said and pretended to take the tea away.

“Oh c’mon, Si, I’ve made three cups so far and not tasted one of them.

“Apologise then,” he pretended to be full of indignation.

“I’m sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“It’s not me you should apologise to, it’s Little Simon.”

How I kept a straight face I’ll never know, but staring straight at his groin I said, “I’m so sorry liddle widdle winky poos.”

“Now you’re being silly,” he huffed.

“Gimme the tea or Little Simon doesn’t get it.”

“Are you threatening me?”

I paused for a moment then said, “I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to the little guy.”

This parodied one of Simon’s favourite jokes of the blonde and the ventriloquist, so he started to laugh very loudly, then he started to shake with laughter and the only tea I got was the stuff I sponged out of the carpet afterwards.

After showering and drying my hair, I went downstairs and made a cup of tea and locked myself in the kitchen until I’d drunk it. Some days, desperate situations call for desperate measures.

Simon eventually came in after I unlocked the door, “What’re we having for Sunday lunch?”

“I dunno yet, something quick–I’ll have to do dinner this evening.”

“But I want a proper roast lunch with all the trimmings.”

“Simon, it’s quarter to twelve, if you don’t mind eating at three, I’ll do one–but he kids won’t be too happy.”

“The kids will be happy–in fact they are ecstatic.”

“Why? Have they been sniffing glue again?”

“No–we’re all going to the hotel for lunch, so get yer glad rags on, Babes.”

“You’ve booked it?”

“Yep–thought I give the little woman a couple of hours off.”

“But I was looking forward to cooking a dinner for my man,” I said turning my back and putting my face in my hands, “Now you’ve spoiled it.”

“I’m sorry, Babes–but you’re the one who slept in.”

“Only because you let me.”

“Don’t cry,” he put his hand on my shoulder and felt my body quivering.

“You bitch,” he said and I slipped out of his grasp and ran back upstairs to the bedroom.

He caught me up and pushed me onto the bed. I was still laughing. “Wanted to cook dinner for your man–my arse.”

I couldn’t talk for laughing, then he started to tickle me and before I could stop him, the inevitable happened and I had to change my panties and jeans. I got up off the bed in high dudgeon. “I told you to stop–now look what you’ve made me do.”

“’Snot my fault if you can’t control your bladder.”

“You know what happens when you tickle me,” I said angrily.

“So–what’s the big deal, you were going to change them anyway, to go for dinner.”

“That’s beside the point,” I shouted from the bathroom.

“C’mon, grow up, woman,” he called back.

“Grow up–it wasn’t you who had to sponge a mug of tea out of the bedroom carpet.”

“I thought you’d have licked that up.”

“Very funny, if I have to change, you’re not going in jeans.”

“I’m not going in jeans–but I only take two minutes to change–you take hours. C’mon, Stella and Julie already have a start on you.”

“Well I’ll stay home–I’m quite happy to have a jacket potato or even a sandwich–you take the others.”

“I will not–my wife is coming with me–even if I have to carry her there.”

“Oh yeah–you and who else’s army,” I called back–like a couple of ten year olds squaring up to each other.

“Right that does it,” I heard his feet padding towards me. “Arrghh!” he squealed as I turned the cold shower on him. He was apoplectic with rage and I couldn’t move for laughing.

“Now you know what it feels like to wet your pants.” I giggled at him.

“You, bitch,” he said before he grabbed my semi-naked body and pulled me to his dripping one and kissed me passionately.