“Quick Ann” he said, “your mother has been taken to the hospital. I was sent to get you.”
Ann gasped in surprise and concern and George had her in the back of the van before she had fully worked out what was happening. George closed the door and the van took off.
Ann began to feel frightened. “Dad what is happening?” she began.
George silenced her with a punch to the stomach that completely winded her.
“Bitch” he screamed. “What are you doing with that boy? I’ll show you. Your time has come girl.”
Ann struggled barely able to breathe from his punch in the stomach, as he pushed his hand inside her blouse. “Please “ she managed and George hit her on the side of the head as she doubled up and tried to protect herself.
“Just gag her and tie her.” Ivan said impatiently as he manoeuvred the van into the traffic, “Keep her quiet. When we get to the training ground you can give her a hiding. Is that what you call it in Ireland. A good hiding.”
“Yeah,” George said trussing Ann up and with a contemptuous punch to wind her further, he left he fall to the floor of the van and then stretched his legs over her and used her as a footrest.
“This will be good,” George said and Ivan laughed in agreement. They were on their way.
“Just beatings first, we follow the programme.”
“Sure, sure, “ George said agreeably. Now she was in his power he would be happy to take his time and savour her in full. He gave Ann a kick and she groaned, but did not try to move. George felt an impulse of power and strength running through his veins. He sat back and enjoyed the sunny day as they drove to the training site.
Chapter Twenty-four
“Keep your knees together” Peter said breathing steadily.
“I am” Jean whispered, wondering was she right to have taken Sonia’s advice on spicing up her sex life.
Not that Peter had really taken to Sonia. After they had met he had expressed doubts about her in the car all the way home.
“Faster” she said and Peter upped his tempo. It was good and she could reach down while balancing herself on one hand and her knees, but she sensed Peter was not going to reach a climax. But then he collapsed beside her, breathing heavily.
“I’ve had it.”
“Peter, you are getting unfit” she chided looking down on him from where she was, naked on her hands and knees beside him. He pulled her over on top of him and they kissed.
“I love you,” he said.
Jean buried her head in his neck and nibbled his ear. She could not bring herself to say it, although she knew she did.
“What’s worrying you?” she asked.
Peter rolled his eyes and then their eyes met again.
“What?” she asked.
“Ellen rang. She had a text memo from Ann on her mobile. Ann sent a text message to say that George had found out where she worked and she had decided to go to England immediately. Said not to look for her and she would make contact in a month when she was settled.”
“Ring her mobile.”
“Ellen did and got out of service. I’m not sure a top up mobile like Ann’s works outside Ireland.”
“What are you going to do?” Joan asked, worried.
“First Ann does not know I am her father. Second she is a big girl. I think we can trust her to take care of herself. I told Ellen to sit tight. George has kept his distance and if Ann is out of the country we can relax.”
“She is only a teenager, you have to square up to your responsibilities Peter.”
‘How?”
“All right,” Jean said and kissed him. “Tell Ellen, that when Ann gets in touch you want to get involved. You can go see her and help straighten her out. Agreed.”
“Agreed.”
Peter began stroking her. Jean breathed heavily and came in a rush.
Jean stopped herself from saying thank you and kissed him instead.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Will you finish it.” he asked when she lifted her head to look into his eyes. His eyes were pleading.
“No” she said firmly. She was not going to explain to him, but Sonia’s advice was plain. That was, not to let him have an orgasm unless he could bring it off himself with her. “And no cheating,” Jean instructed Peter, “you don’t do it on your own. You will have to wait until you can manage it with the two of us.”
They lay side by side for a while relaxing. Sex always helped even when it did not quite work. Peter leaned over to stroke her and she pushed his hand away gently but firmly. “It’s O.K., just relax,” she said gently, “It will happen in time.”
“It might be a while, I can’t let go at the present.”
“I know, but don’t worry it was good anyway. Do you agree?”
“Yes, it was great.”
“Good night.” Jean said kissing his nose and turning on her side. He curled up against her back. He was still erect and she liked the gentle throbbing against her lower back. The fact that she had taken control made her feel good. Sonia had been right. Tomorrow night she would try the pillow fight Sonia had suggested as a way of letting off anger and aggression. Of course she would have to get him naked first. Given he would still be randy, that should be easy enough. Just a question of making sure the kids were off to bed first.
Jeans thoughts turned to Sonia; It was funny how she had hit it off with Sonia. Probably because they were both women who managed their way in the world and they had similar problems around the first child. They both had lived in lives. She wondered would she go into business with Sonia, just to keep her hand in now that her U.K. business was sold.
Peter was warm and she felt drowsy. Together they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Twenty-five
“Sally, you are the only one who I can turn to.”
It was Frank on the phone and he sounded desperate.
“Frank. Is that you? Calm down. It is you Frank?”
“Yes it is me, you have to help. Please.”
Sally rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced at the electric clock. It was half past three in the morning.
“What has happened Frank? Is it your mother? It is half three in the morning.”
“I am out beyond Blessington. At the back road to Camaderie mountain. Near the ESB Power station. She left me here.”
“Who left you there?”
“Sara. A girl I met at the stag party.”
“Stag party?”
“Yes you were there. We went dancing later after you left. I met a girl called Sara.”
“Frank, I have been happy to help you look after your mother, but don’t tell me this. I don’t want to know,” Sally said crossly and hit end call on her phone.
Seconds later it rang again. Sally was more awake now. The phone was showing Frank as the caller. She let it ring. It rang off. Hen he rang again. With a curse Sally sat up in the bed and answered the phone again.
“Frank” she said her voice tone conveying in her best schoolmistress firmness just how cross she was.
“Don’t hang up,” he pleaded. “Don’t hang up this is an emergency. I’m stranded.”
“Get a taxi,” Sally said dismissively
“I can’t, I have no money.”
“Frank, get a taxi tell him to come here. I will lend you the money.”
“I can’t Sally.”
“Why not Frank?” Sally demanded, beginning to lose her temper.
“You must help” Frank said lamely.
“Why Frank? I help with your mother. I meet you regularly for a cup of tea. But there is nothing between us Frank. And now you tell me your girlfriend has left you up the Dublin Mountains. Come on Frank, do you think I am a total fool.”
“Sally, we are friends and colleagues. You can’t let me down.”
“What about your male friends and colleagues, won’t they come and collect you. Is it Sally the soft idiot, who you think will get out of bed in the middle of the
night to bring you home after your girl friend has dumped you.”
“Sally Please. Please calm down. Please help me I can’t ask anyone else. There is no one else I can trust.”
“Trust? What’s’ up Frank. You didn’t kill her did you?”
“No Sally. She left me here. I need you to collect me.”
“I don’t understand Frank. What is the matter? You sound desperate.”
“I am Sally. She went off and…” Frank began and then was silent.
Sally could sense his tension behind the silence.
“Out with it Frank” she demanded in her best teachers voice.
“She left me only my mobile phone.”
“So call a taxi.”
“Nothing else,” Frank added.
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing Sally. I am stark naked in the mountains. I have no clothes. She took the lot, not even a pair of shoes. Help me Sally.”
Sally laughed until her sides ached. The thought of Frank naked and in distress excited her, but it amused her even more. Then she pulled herself together.
“Give me exact directions how to find you Frank in case we are cut off, the phone reception is not the best.”
Frank explained to Sally how to take the Blessington road, where to turn off and how far to travel into the mountains.
Sally checked the details. She knew the area broadly, having picnicked there on occasion.
“I’ll come to the car park at the foot of the mountain, near the ESB power station. You know where I mean,”
“Yes that is where I am.” Frank replied. “I will always be grateful to you for this Sally.”
“I’ll want a full explanation of what happened. Standby the phone in case I can’t find you. I’ll have my mobile and I’ll ring you as I get near.”
“Thanks Sally, I’ll stay out of sight until I see your car. Get out in the light of the headlamps so I know it is you.”
Sally put on her dressing gown and her slippers and went for her car keys. The road should be empty at this hour, she thought. Should not take much more than an hour to get him. Better to get him before the sun came up and exposed him to the world. If anyone saw him he would be arrested and that might be the end of Frank as a teacher. She could understand why he did not ring his male friends. None of them could be trusted to keep such a juicy event a secret.
It was a starry night and visibility was good. It was no surprise to Sally how dark it was in the mountains away from the city lights. She took a torch and a road map out of the dashboard of the car where she kept them for her trips home to Donegal. She found the page and tied the map into Frank’s description of his location. It looked straight forward enough. Her sense of humour took over again and she smiled broadly as she steered the car out of her driveway. What a state Frank must be in.
Sally drove fast and the journey was uneventful. As she turned off the Blessington road she put beam headlights on full. There seemed to be no one else on the road. It was very dark and she began to feel a little nervous. What if she broke down? She wondered should she have put on more than her dressing gown. She looked respectable enough behind the wheel, but what if she had to get out of the car for some reason, what if she broke down?
The car park was empty. Whatever dating couples had used it for a stopping off place, they were long gone as it was past four in the morning. Sally drove carefully, avoiding the ruts in the weathered car park. She did a turn and got out of the car. She was surprised at how cold the early morning air was, having got out of a warm car, and she pulled her dressing gown tightly around her.
“Sally.” A voice hissed from behind the rear of the car. Sally jumped and turned. It was Frank. With his hands covering his genitals, while holding his mobile phone.
“Did you bring any clothes?”
“No Frank. I came straightaway, in my dressing gown. I have nothing for you. It never occurred to me.”
“Jesus.”
‘Frank, don’t you swear at me, not everyone would come like this at a moments notice.”
“Sorry” Frank said spreading his hands to show his dismay and then covering up swiftly as her realized he was exposing himself.
Sally could not suppress a smile; “I suppose I could put you in the boot?” She suggested.
“Anything.” Frank said.
“It’s a bit small. You better get in and go on the floor in the front. My car is not the biggest in the world.”
“Sally it is wonderful that you came for me,” Frank said and let himself in the passenger door of the small car. He crouched on the floor beside the front passenger seat.
Sally got in. “Fine mess you are in,” she remarked with a grin.
“Sorry.”
“Oh Frank” Sally said, and kissed his forehead.
Their eyes met. Frank felt himself having an instant erection and tried vainly to cover it up. He could not take his eyes off her cleavage as she lent towards him and he felt his face redden.
“Did you do it with her,” Sally asked softly, her eyes probing his.
“No.” Frank sounded abashed. ‘We came out. She tricked me. Said she was getting old to be a stripper and was looking to trying being a Dominatrix. She said she wanted to practice on me. I went along with it. She marched me up the mountain. Chased me naked with a stick. My ass is so sore. Then she laughed at me. I was so embarrassed I could not look at her, let alone have an erection.”
“A stripper Frank? I think I’ll take a cane to you myself.”
“Sally I made a mistake. I thought I fancied her. But she is a monster. A monster.”
Sally put her hand around his head. A head she had adored for some time now, without him ever showing any interest. And now he was naked on the floor of her car in the mountains and he seemed to be aroused. She kissed his lips and the kiss lingered between the two of them. Frank opened his mouth passively and she felt the inside with her tongue.
“I think I’ll finish what she started,” Sally said huskily.
She turned off the car lights and walked around to Frank’s side and opened the door. The seat light came on to reveal Frank still naked on the floor.
“Out here boy,’ she instructed in her strong country accent. Frank smiled wanly and climbed out leaving his mobile phone on the floor. Sally took off her dressing gown and threw it into the car and closed the door. It was cool and her bare nipples stiffened in the light breeze.
Sally pushed Franks hands away and took hold of him and led him to the side of the car park. Silently Frank cooperated. He was excited to the point of trembling. This was such a big sin it excited him to the core.
Sally put him down on the grassy bank and mounted him. “Frank,” she said, “things will be on a different footing between you and me going forward. I am the woman for you and you better realize that.”
“Yes Sally” Frank said agreeably and moaned as she scratched his chest.
“Don’t come too fast,” she said hoarsely as she felt him tremble to her touch.
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“You are a wicked girl” Sonia said her eyes dancing with fascination.
‘It was the only cure,” Sara said, smiling, enjoying Sonia’s reaction to her story.
“I can’t believe you stripped him in the mountains and chased him with a stick.” Sonia laughed again.
“He was so fixated on me. Frank is a really nice guy. Ordinary and kind, but he had a crush on me that the Sahara wouldn’t melt. He was just fixated.”
“So you decided this would cure him.”
“I hope so Sonia. I have my children and my lover in London and if I am to bring them here when I take over your job, I can’t have Frank mooning about. Another time another place, maybe it would have been good for Frank and me. But you know.”
“What do I know?”
“Sonia you know there are a million men out there and you can’t have them all. We have to make choices. My choice is not with Frank.”
“And you think humiliating hi
m will work?”
“Oh yes. I believe he now thinks I am a mad whore who wants to beat him at every opportunity. That is not his bag so he will think I am a monster underneath. That’s’ what I want him to think. That way he will find other solutions to his life.”
“But Sara, what if he is arrested for wandering around naked in the mountains? Something could happen to him, you never know.”
“I left him his mobile phone. I checked the phone and the signal was O.K. in that part of the mountains. He has lots of people in the phone memory. He just has to call the right one and he will be rescued. He will be all right.”
“I hope so Sara.”
“I had to do it,” Sara said more seriously. “ I really fancied him. But I am in a relationship. I realized that I had to make a choice. So it is over.”
“Well done!” Sonia said with an agreeable laugh. “Now you can concentrate on learning my job and becoming my matron of honour at the wedding. Samuel and I plan a small wedding with little fuss, but I will really need you Sara”
“Don't worry Sonia,” Sara said reaching over and touching her hand. “You have made your choice and I know you will be very happy. I will be there for you, don’t worry.”
“Thanks.” Sonia leaned over and kissed her best friend’s cheek. “More coffee?”
“Thanks.”
As Sonia poured the coffee Sara asked, “The family, how did it go?”
“Peter the son, does not approve of me. But he did not block us. His wife Jean was supportive. I think she is delighted that I am taking Samuel on. She seems worried that he would want to move in with her family.”
“Well that’s’ a start.” Sara
“Yes, and she is a business woman. When Samuel explained that he and I will have a prenuptial agreement to protect Peter’s inheritance rights she was totally relaxed. She said that she would help me with my business plans. I think she might come in with me. She is looking for something now that she has sold out in the UK.”
“This prenuptial?” Sara frowned, “what if you and Samuel have a child. It could happen.”
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