It was a beautiful June evening when Ian Livesey was sat by the river in the beer garden of the Mulberry Tree in the village of Brocklington, about six miles downstream of the River Deighton when Angie Faulkner, who carried a torch for him, joined him at the table.
“Hi Ian” she said, “I’m looking for a date for the
Summer Ball”.
“You’re leaving it late” he said, “I can’t believe
you’re struggling to find someone”.
“I was hoping it would be you” she said and smiled.
“That’s a terrible idea” Ian retorted.
“Why is it?”
“I never take a date to the Ball, I always go Stag,
for obvious reasons” he pointed out.
“But you wouldn’t need to pick up a woman if you took
me as your date, and then you could have me” Angie said. “So be my date”.
“No”
“Why not?” she asked.
“Because I am not dating material” Ian replied.
“But you’re my kind of material” she pleaded “You’ve
always been the one for me”.
“I am not a suitable candidate for you”.
“Your perfect to me” she said.
“I’m a womanizer Angie”, Ian said “I’m not the
boyfriend type”.
“But I’d be really happy if you were my boyfriend and
wouldn’t care about your infidelity as long as you never touched my sisters, or
my mother.”
And then almost as an afterthought she added, “Or my
Aunt Agnes.”
“Isn’t she the one with the moustache?” he asked, and
she laughed.
“Yes, but she has great tits” she pointed out.
“Fair Comment” he agreed.
Her sisters were six years old so were far too young
to be candidates for his lust, but he hadn’t considered her mother or moustache
Pete for that matter, although her mum was still quite fit, so under the right
circumstance he might.
He was just digesting what she had said when he caught
sight of one of the barmaids, collecting glasses and at that precise moment she
bent over to pick up an empty glass and he could see up her skirt to her
thonged womanhood.
“All I would want is your undivided attention when we
were together” she said and punched him.
“Sorry” he said.
“That’s ok, you can look at her nonny” she said, “as
long as when you got an erection, you’d give it to me.”
“Well, I’ll give it to someone” Ian said.
“Why not me?” she said angrily “Why can’t I be a notch
in your headboard?”
“Because you’re better than that, you can do better
than that”.
“But I want you” she said urgently. “I love you”.
“You might be happy to put up with my peccadilloes in
the beginning, but a time would come, probably sooner rather than later, when
you wouldn’t be” he said, “And then love will turn to hate”.
“But…” she began.
“I would just make you unhappy” Ian Said
“Save your love for someone who will cherish it, who
will cherish you”.
