(aka Bike) Part 914 by Angharad Copyright © 2010 Angharad
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“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 and 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.
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Happiness
Good cheer and happiness -- what a pleasant surprise!
Great terms!
I just love the great turns of phrase regularly gifted to us in Bike:
Come to think of it, it wouldn't be difficult to write a sentence using those three!
Thanks Angharad and Bonzi: Bike remains one of my favourite treats each day.
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Yeah, I was going to comment on that one too
but you beat me to it. Good to see Simon and Cathy playing.
Wonder if Simon's discussion with Julie will be effective. I seem to remember that 16 year olds forget discussions with parents pretty quickly.
Cathy is becoming…
…such a good mother—she's a natural. Julie is so lucky, so many transchildren who fall out with their families end up in squalid circumstances or dead. We have seen how well Trish is progressing, so let’s hope that Julie is able to blossom also. She certainly seems to be responding to Cathy’s love. And good for Simon, too; it must be so hard for a man to accept a genetic male who wants to be accepted as a female.
I had a great giggle at Offspringus Interruptus! I write as someone who has suffered it.
Hilary
back to Offspringus Interruptus
Pretty great that Cathy is willing to allow it so readily. Never see her telling them to go away. She shows them that they are loved in so many ways.
A well known cure ...
... for offspringus interruptus is a smear of butter on the bedroom door knob - on the outside one, of course. It's either that or send 'em off to Sunday school and I wouldn't recommend that.
Robi
Laughed all the way through
Laughed all the way through that episode.
Reminded me of happier days when I too was newly wed. Please Angharad, let your creations enjoy life like this for a long time.
From one who knows how soon true love can fade.
Briar
Briar
Unable to have children of my own
I got my daughter at 19 years of age, but I didn't miss out on the teenage bit. She went through that in her twenties!
I just love the way that Simon knows what buttons to push (literally) and does so. Also the banter between these two, who have both been hurt throughout their childhood, is good to see.
Knowing our Welsh and feline friends, the entente cordiale won't last for long.
Susie
Never a dull moment...
Even when external factors (like parents, paedophiles, press and The Mafia [dang - why can't that start with a P?!]) aren't spicing up the lives of the Cameron household, they prove they're more than capable of entertaining each other... either through their witty banter or their madcap antics.
Ooh, new term - offspringus interruptus - makes a change from the usual wakeup call of being invaded by aliens :)
Oh, hang on... it's more-or-less the same concept... I think... except perhaps that knowledge of the possibility of offspringus interruptus prevents Cathy and Simon getting up to certain kinds of bedroom antics...
--Ben
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Sex on the Laundry Equipment.
It is pretty good on a spinning washer! :)
When we were very young, my wife married me on just after her 16th, and thus dropped out of High School to go with me on a fools errand for Unkle Tham. After we returned three years later, we were struggling to make ends meet and she wanted to get a job, but since she had no Diploma it was nearly imposible. She was not yet 21 and could not work in a bar.
Me, a victim of incurable optimisim, wanted to take her to a place to get her GED certificate, but she of particulary low self esteem, refused to go. One morning tiring of her self image problem, I told her that she was going to the College, in the passenger seat or in the trunk.
It is hard to imagine that such a long relationship ended as it did. 39 years.
Gwen
Bike pt 914.
Simon Sez is NOT the game, here! In THIS case, it is CATHY SAYS! Oh, but what fun it is!
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Belated thought on 913
“How can I get him out of my head, Mummy?â€
“Only by realising that he can’t hurt you again.â€
“But he’d have to be dead for that—wouldn’t he?â€
Would Julie ask Leon to try to kill her father to feel safe???
Huggles
Chelle_MM
Hmmmmm, with all the hot
Hmmmmm, with all the hot stuff going on in the bathroom, I wonder how "hot" the steam in the room is going to become with the two of them. Maybe Simon should just have rest sent off to the lunch and he and Cathy stay home in peace, quiet and no children. Spontaneous is always good. Jan
Oh, the twists & Turns!
And, you've set Cathy up big time... Promising that nothing will happen to Julie. Some things are beyond her ability to protect... And, sometimes, protecting isn't what we need to do. We need to provide our children with the tools they need to get through life, despite it's bumps. Yes, those of us who are transgendered may have some bigger bumps...
Still finding this well worth the time to read!
Thanks,
Annette
As painful as it sounds...
I suspect Little Simon is pretty much wrapped around Cathy's little finger. He is already at her beck and call.
Sex, Sex, Sex, wow they don't want to stop for food
I was always told the Brits were a little reserved about out right sex, This is fiction, I got carried away
Nice posting, every one is happy.
Cefin