Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2204

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Part 2204
by Angharad

Copyright © 2013 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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In bed Simon rolled over to face me, “Why did Danni run off like that?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“I have no idea.”

“That makes two of us. I suppose it was to meet up with Cindy and Pia knowing that if she’d told me, I might have said no.”

“Should we stop her seeing them if they’re having a bad influence?”

“I wish I knew what was going on with her.”

“What d’you mean?”

“It’s hard to quantify, but it’s almost as if she’s playing the part because she gets acceptance from Cindy and Pia.”

“She gets acceptance from us too.”

“Yes, but we’re family and we have a track record of accepting gender deviants.”

“Are you a deviant?” he asked with a sparkle in his voice.

“Not anymore.”

“Damn, I thought we’d do something kinky for a change.”

“You can wear one of my nighties if you want?”

“On second thoughts...”

I smirked, I knew that would shut him up.

“Does our resident mental health professional have any idea what Danni’s up to?”

“Not yet.”

“How long is it going to take?”

“As long as it takes.”

“But if he’s not really a girl, I’d like my son back.”

“You’re not the only one, you know.”

“Yeah, but I can hardly be a role model for the girls can I?”

“That’s where you’re absolutely wrong.”

“Am I?”

“Yes. Girls need good models of men as well as women.”

“So you can say to them, this is what happens if you don’t eat all your greens.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Well you seem to have a relatively low opinion of men in general.”

“Do I? It wasn’t meant to be like that. I have a great respect for men who act with dignity and compassion, who are honest and loyal to people as well as causes.”

“D’you actually know any like that?”

“Several. I can name them if you like.”

“Oh, you know them personally?”

“I do indeed. There’s Daddy, and my pa in law and my husband, and David our cook.”

“Oh so I squeeze in then?”

“No, but if I’d started with you, you wouldn’t have heard any of the other names, would you?”

“Possibly–okay, I wouldn’t have.”

“Simon, you are one of the nicest men I know as well as being the most handsome and all us girls love you to bits.”

“Would you care to put your words into actions, they are traditionally said to speak louder than words.”

He doesn’t give up does he? Oh well...

Lizzie either slept all night or I didn’t hear her. I was so tired after Simon’s bedroom gymnastics that I simply zonked and didn’t wake until the alarm went off and Radio 4 came into the bedroom.

I suddenly realised that I was naked and all icky down below, not only that but a certain odour pervaded the room and the sooner I stripped the bed, the better. I showered and called the girls to get up. They showered and I combed their hair after they’d dried themselves. While they showered, I quickly stripped the bed and stuffed it in the washing machine. Why I felt guilty, I had no idea. I wondered if all married women felt the same, a worry that no one in the family knew we had sex last night? Especially the children.

“Good night was it, Mummy?” asked a teasing minx we usually call Julie.

“It was a good sleep I had, yes, thank you.”

“I meant the bit before you slept, you know, making the bed springs boing.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” I said blushing–why? I’m only twenty nine, I should still be bonking like a bunny.

“I think you do, Mummy,” she gave me a positively evil smile.

“What’s it to you, anyway?”

“Oh nothing, just glad to know you’re not just an old married couple these days.”

“Did they have sex again?” asked a yawning Trish, “I wondered what woke me up.”

“But we were as quiet as mice,” I protested.

“Told ya they would,” said Julie high fiving Trish. “Oh who’s big boy, Mummy?”

I stood up and walked briskly out of the room.

“You’ve done it now,” chided Trish.

I felt a mixture of emotions, anger, guilt, even humour. I wanted to laugh but was probably closer to crying. It was no one else’s business but Simon’s and mine. I walked around for a few minutes to regain my composure. I told myself I was a healthy young woman in a loving relationship and thus had every right to make love to my husband as often as we wanted. So sod them, I have nothing to be ashamed of. I walked back into the kitchen.

Julie had gone to work, Trish was upstairs getting her books together and Livvie and Danni were having breakfast with Cate and Puddin’. I wasn’t sure where Meems was, possibly helping Jacquie who was feeding Lizzie in the conservatory–with a bottle of my milk. I know, it’s one of those little ironies.

Nothing more was said about my nocturnal exercises and for an hour or two I was almost bursting with the energy I’d built up to deal with it. Sometimes I think they play me like a violin.

Danni went off with her tutor and Phoebe drove off on the scooter to college. I took the girls to school and came back to find Stella holding the phone out to me, “Timed that just right.”

“Who is it?” I hissed at her.

“The college.”

“What college?”

Stella just rolled her eyes and handed me the cordless phone. “Hello?”

“Hello, is that Lady Cameron?”

“Yes, who is that?”

“Sorry, it’s Val Myers, the principal of Portsmouth College.”

“How can I help you, Mrs Myers?”

“I have a daughter who goes to St Claire’s.”

“Yes, and?”

“I saw you speak for prize giving–you were brilliant.”

“Thank you, but I’m sure you didn’t just call me to make me feel better?”

“Uh no, I need to ask a favour.”

“It wouldn’t involve prize giving by any chance?”

“I knew you’d agree, thank you so much.”

“Mrs Myers, I haven’t agreed to anything yet. I need dates and times before I agree to anything.”

“It’s April, the Friday before Good Friday, at two thirty in the afternoon.”

“At the moment that looks clear.”

“Brilliant. I know you’re a university professor but could you do something like you did for the school, for us and then present the prizes afterwards.”

“What half an hour of out-takes and then the prizes?”

“That would be so kind of you.”

“This is the same college that Phoebe attends?”

“Phoebe Allen? Yes it is.”

“Okay.”

“She lives with you, I believe.”

“Yes, since her mother died she’s come to live with us.”

“I hear such wonderful things about you, Lady Cameron.”

“Well you know what they say, don’t believe anything you hear and only half of what you see.”

“Oh very good. I’m really looking forward to prize giving next year, thank you so much.”

“Damn,” I said replacing the phone.

“Problems?” asked Stella who seemed to have forgotten our spat the night before.

“I’ve just agreed to award the prizes at the college.”

“That’s what she was on about, I thought she said you’d won a prize.”

“Yeah, the booby prize.”

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Ho hum ...

another day in the life of ---.
Well I'm afraid to suggest actually. Whatever day it is, it seems it gets pretty hectic, pretty often around there.

Still lovin' it though.

Bevs.

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Simon and Cathy's bedtime discussion was very

interesting. I'd like to see Simon think a little more about what being a role model to his daughters really means.

Sorry Cathy, the more you react to it the more you're going to get teased. Why not flaunt it, especially to Julie. Trish is a little different story - is there any way to get some idea of common sense into that girl?

Always looking forward

I always look forward to your posts.

Hugs

Barb

Barb Allan

Not sure why

Cathy gets so uptight about her children knowing "she has done it " Maybe its something to do with her childhood , Perhaps her parents left her feeling that sex was something dirty and nice people just did not do it, Whatever the reason Cathy needs to chill out, Children love nothing more than seeing their parents squirm and what better way to do it than tease your Mummy about what she was doing last night, Ignore their comments Cathy just give the merest hint of a smile and walk away, Take the wind out of their sails and they will soon give up ...

Kirri

Cathy's sex life

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Cathy always seems to have these hang-ups. Her kids (and almost everyone in the family) can wind her up so easily.
I don't know why she can't just tell the children that she enjoys a healthy sex life with her husband, and it's nothing to be ashamed of, and she hopes when they get married, they can do the same thing. Even if some of the girls can't have children, she has shown them a workaround for that too.