0 comments/ 12601 views/ 0 favorites An Antique Tale By: PAUL C Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * The lights in the rear view mirror were blinding him. They were closer with each second that passed. More lights, this time in front of him. He braked hard and turned the wheel. The noise as he went through the hedge filled his head. He was bumping then rolling down the side of a slope. Something hit his head. He could feel hands on his body. He opened his eyes. She smiled down at him. Long blond hair. Perfect tits and ass. He could voices. 'Police, Ambulance.' He closed his eyes. He had to rest for a second. He woke with a hard on. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. It was white. It was bright. Without thinking he reached down and took hold of his prick. He stroked it twice to relieve the pressure. He could do with a drink. He stroked his prick again. That felt good. He looked around to his left. It was a hospital ward. 'How did he get here?' 'Where was here?' His was the last bed on one side furthest from the entrance. The bed next to his was empty. There was an office cubical opposite him with a curtain drawn across the glass window in the door. He continued to stroke his prick. This was good. He knew he should stop but it felt as if he hadn't cum in months. His breath caught in the back of his throat. His balls were tightening. His head was starting to thump. He turned his head to his right. Two Nurses were coming out of the office. His hand froze in mid stroke but not his prick. His cum was shooting from its end. He could feel it on his hand. On his stomach. He wiped his hand on the bottom sheet of his bed as the Nurses approached and stood on either side of his bed. "And how are we feeling Mr Hall?" the elder of the Nurses in the darker uniform asked. Who? "I'm sorry," he tried to speak but the words seemed to get stuck in his throat. "Drink, please." "Of course," the younger Nurse said supporting his back and holding a glass of water to his lips. "Make sure you change Mr Thompson's dressing," the elder Nurse said turning to leave, "I'll come back and speak to you later Mr Hall." "Yes sister." The remaining nurse replied. She was quite pretty he thought. Mousy coloured hair. Round face. Nice boobs. Must be around twenty-three or four. He would have swallowed all the contents of the glass in a single mouthful if she had let him but she continually moved the glass away only allowing him a little sip at a time. He felt stiff all over. His head hurt but at least his throat felt better. "Where am I?" he asked. There were three questions he needed to know the answer to. Where, how and who. "You're in Taunton Hospital, you were involved in a car crash." That answered the where and how. Now. "Who am I?" "Can't you remember?" "I can't remember anything before opening my eyes a few minutes ago." "You were brought in last night. This is Taunton General Hospital, in Somerset." "What did you call me just now?" "Mr Hall, Jordan Peter Hall. Age twenty eight of twenty three Brightstowe Terrace, EC8." "It means nothing to me," he said shaking his head and immediately regretting it. "You had a bad knock on the head. When you were brought in last night it was x-rayed. There are no signs of any serious damage. The doctor says you will have a sore head for a day or two. She will be around to see you later." "Is there anything else you can tell me," he said, struggling to sit up, " about who I am?" "I dare say the police will be making inquiries, they will probably be able to help you there. They found your driving licence in your wallet. They want to see you later." "You must be able to tell me something," he insisted. "I don't really know anything," she held his hand and smiled, she had a pretty smile, "I wasn't on duty last night when you were brought in." "Tell me about your self then," he said, reaching behind his right ear and feeling the egg sized lump that had formed there through the bandage that had been tied around his head. "All right. My name is Lee, Lee Anne Watkins. There was supposed to be a hyphen between the Lee and the Anne but my father had had a few when he went to register my birth and forgot it." "Good start in life." "Could have been worse. He almost registered my sister as Colin instead of Colleen." "Watkins. I've heard that name somewhere," he mused. "Yes. Apparently you are booked into the Red Bear Hotel. There is a bit in the literature they sent to you with your booking confirmation about Peter Watkins, their resident Ghost." "How do you know I was booked into there?" he asked. "There was a letter from the hotel addressed to you in London inside the glove compartment of your car. The police found it. There was a briefcase and a suitcase in the boot." "Tell me about the Ghost," he urged. He liked her voice with its underlying West Country accents. "Anyway," she continued, "this Ghost. I can tell you about it if you're sure you feel strong enough. I have a cousin that used to work there and they were all taught about it so they could answer any questions guests may ask them." "Go on," he said, "I 'm feeling better by the minute." "It was the time of the Monmouth Rebellion. This man Watkins was one of the rebels who were captured after the battle. The King sent a Judge named Jeffries down from London to try them all. Some of the trials took place in the Red Bear. They have part of the noose pinned over the bar." She paused to feel hie forehead. "Anyway, this Judge Jeffries had over one hundred people hung as traitors and a thousand sent to the Americas as slaves. This Watkins was sent to America. His wife tried to work his farm on the high moors on her own with their children but that first winter was a hard one and she and the five children were all found dead the following spring, either starved or the cold I forget which. It took Watkins ten years to earn his freedom and work his passage back home. It was only then that he found out about his family. He stormed into the Red Bull carrying a sword looking for Judge Jeffries, who had stayed there during the trials, and attacking anyone he found. In the end they sent for some soldiers from the barracks and they shot him dead when he attacked them. Since then his Ghost has roamed the halls of the hotel still searching for Judge Jeffries." "Gruesome." "You wouldn't catch me staying the night there." "You have the same name." "My grandmother used to say he was our about twelve times great Uncle. I think that's just a bit of family folklore." "About my briefcase," he took her hand in his and held it tightly, "can I have it, now, please." He held her hand as she tried to pull away only releasing it when she said. "Alright, I'll go and get it for you." She went into the office and closed the door behind her. He tried to think. Red Bear? Yes that he did remember. Watkins? Perhaps he had read it. It was three minutes before she returned carrying a brown leather brief case with a combination lock. "We couldn't open it, I'm afraid," she said handing it to him. "It's such a nice case we didn't want to damage it trying to force the lock." He looked at the dial. Nothing. "I can't remember the combination." There was a note of panic in his voice. There was something important about the brief case. "Don't try to force it. It'll come back I'm sure." She said soothingly, placing her hand against his forehead and placing the briefcase on the floor by the side of the bed. "Lie down," she continued," the doctor will be along shortly and then there is lunch in less than an hour." He automatically looked at his left wrist for his wristwatch. It was bare apart for some yellow painted scratches. He lay back and closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt weak. He hadn't felt as if he'd closed them for more than ten seconds when the sound of voices dragged him back to consciousness. A middle-aged woman in a white coat stood on one side of him and Nurse Lee the other, at the foot of the bed stood the sister. "How are we feeling Mr Hall?" the doctor asked lifting his wrist and feeling for his pulse. "Very well thanks." He did feel better. He was also beginning to remember things and being stuck in a hospital bed was not the best place for him to be at that present time. They must know he was there. "Look when can I leave?" he asked looking around nervously. They mustn't catch him here like this. "First things first," the doctor said, feeling the skin on his face and looking into his eyes. She'd have been a good looker once, he thought. "Nurse tells me you couldn't remember very much earlier. You have had a knock on the head." "I know. I can remember everything now." He couldn't, quite, but he knew enough to be getting on with. Doing sixty miles an hour through the narrow twisting lanes. The lights looming larger in the rear view mirror. The other lights of the car on the bridge in front of him. Swerving to avoid them and rolling down the old railway embankment. He could remember voices and lights and hands on his body. A face looked down at him, blond, blue eyes. Perfect tits and ass. Yes, he was remembering things. Especially remembering her tits and ass and the tightness of her pussy. "What was that?" he asked jerking himself back to the present. "I asked what you could remember," the doctor was still staring into his eyes. "Oh, everything," he tried to sound confident, "my name is Jordan Hall and I am in the antiques trade. I am here for an auction at the Red Bear where, by the way, I am booked to stay. I took a wrong turn on the way here and almost ran into another car coming in the opposite direction. I went off the road and must have banged my head. Was there much damage to my car?" "It's a write off I'm afraid," said Lee. He'd liked that car. "Shame," was all he said out loud. "I would like you to stay here at least until tomorrow," the doctor said as much to the sister as to him. "Another twenty four hours rest and you will be fine." "I feel fine now doctor." "I think I should be the judge of that," she said brusquely, turning away from the bed. He glimpsed her left hand. No wedding ring. That didn't surprise him. He could see her in bed. Directing operations. Touch me here, lick me there. You may enter me now. Twenty-five strokes only. If you're ready you may begin. She was right. He wasn't ready to leave but he couldn't stay here helpless like this. If it hadn't been for the couple in the other car coming down the bank after his pursuers he wouldn't be here now. He remembered them. The man using his mobile phone to call the police and Ambulance service. He had wanted to move to get away. This woman had held him. She was older. She didn't have blond hair and perfect ass and tits. "Now you heard the doctor," Lee said, "you'll be right as rain tomorrow." "Now sit up, lunch is on it's way," she continued, fussing with his pillows. He didn't realise how hungry he was until lunch was served and he made a first in Hospital records by asking for some more. Even the luke-warm tea tasted good. Nurse Lee sat with him for a few minutes after lunch then left him when the police arrived. They handed him his driving licence and told him they had contacted his Uncle in London and told him what had happened. His Uncle said he was to ring him if he needed his help. They also handed him back his mobile phone. The policeman gave him a short lecture on the use of mobile phones in cars and gave him the address of the garage that had recovered his car. He switched on his mobile as the policeman left the ward. The battery was dead and the re-charger was in his suitcase. He opened the cupboard in his bedside table and placed everything inside. His wallet and a bunch of keys were already in it. The door to the ward opened as she came in. She walked, no glided, towards him. She looked stunning. Her dress hugged her contours. He could see the effect she was having on the other patients. Everybody's eyes were on her. His own prick was growing. She bent over him and kissed his forehead. He looked down the front of her dress at her tits as she pulled away then into her eyes. "Hallo, Jordan," she breathed, "I thought you had stood me up." She glanced down onto the bed where the outline of his hard on was visible through the bed covers. She ran her fingers gently down the side of his face pulled up a chair and sat down. Her tits were just above the level of his mattress. "Hallo Linda," he finally managed to reply. They'd met on the Monday of that week. He'd picked her up in a wine bar after work. Or had she picked him up. That part was a bit of a blur. Everything had happened so quickly. His last relationship had ended the month before. All about commitment, or lack of it on his part. Then without looking for a woman she had entered his life. He'd bought her a drink, then dinner. They'd gone to a nightclub until two in the morning. He'd taken her home and she'd kissed him goodnight on the doorstep. The following day she visited his Uncle's antiques shop in Chelsea and he'd taken her out and bought her lunch. They'd met again for dinner that night and went straight back to his flat afterwards. She'd undressed in front of in his living room as he had stumbled over the words 'would you like a cup of coffee?' She was perfect. Her tits were high and firm with their nipples pointing straight ahead. Her light coloured pubic hairs had been neatly trimmed. Her thighs didn't quite touch at the top giving him a glimpse of the lips of her pussy. She'd kissed him as she unbuttoned his shirt. Not the brush of the lips of the night before but full on. Her tongue seeking out his own. When she pulled her lips away his trousers lay around his ankles and his shirt on the chair by his side. She'd slid down his body, stopping to kiss his own nipples and sliding her hands inside the waistband of his underpants. By the time her lips had reached his prick they had joined his trousers. She'd licked then kissed the end of his prick and using, just her lips, had worked it away from his body and into her mouth. With her tongue pressing against it's underside she worked his shaft in and out. He'd run his fingers through her hair. His hips had started moving. His prick had started swelling. His hands had clamped tight around the back of her head to hold it still as he had started to cum. He had let out a huge sigh. "Let's go to bed," she'd said as she had stood up licking her lips. She'd turned and walked towards the bedroom her buttocks rising and falling. He'd stumbled and almost fallen in his haste to follow her. In the end he'd hopped first on one foot then the other as he'd pulled off his shoes and clothes. The bedclothes had been pulled back and she was lying on the bed by the time he had joined her. She'd wrapped her arms around him as he'd lain by her side. Kissing his nose then his lips. He'd felt her tits, the nipples hard against the palm of his hand then he pushed one finger then a second into her wet hole. She'd reached down for his cock with one hand and stroked him back to full hardness then led him onto her body and guided him into her. It felt as if she had a third hand the way she gripped him inside. He'd moved in and out, slowly at first then faster. All the time this other hand seemed to hold him tight. They'd changed positions twice during that first fuck. First she'd moved on top then he'd finished kneeling behind her perfect ass giving it to her doggie fashion. They'd lain together afterwards and talked of their next meeting. He had to go away for the weekend on business he'd told her. She was free, could she come? Why not go a day early? She'd meet him there. Her face, looking down upon him as he lay by his car. He must have dreamed that part. She took his hand as he tried to explain what had happened. He bent one knee to hide his erection as he spoke to her about the Antiques trade and how the really big deals were done at these meetings out of view of any auctioneers. He was bringing down an object for a client who didn't want the authorities to know it was in his possession. There was to have been a second auction. After the main event had finished but only for a very select few. He stopped talking as he felt her fingers against his side beneath the bed covers. She ran them up and down beneath the hospital provided pyjama jacket between his ribs and his hip. He shuddered. "Cold?" She asked. "You know." "I was just thinking about what we would have done together last night had you turned up," she smiled and finding a single hair on her way towards his navel plucked it off. He yelped. "What were you bringing here?" she asked undoing the cord in his pyjama bottoms. "I don't know," he gasped as she picked up his cock and started to stroke it. "I had to bring this brief case. A man was to meet me in the morning, I have a photograph so I can recognise him." "How did you come to crash?" "I noticed a car following me. I don't know how long it was there. I only spotted it after the traffic thinned after I left the motorway. I'd quicken up, then slow down but they kept with me. Fortunately it is not my first time in this part of the world and I knew of a road I could take where I thought I could loose them. They had some driver. I couldn't shake them. In fact they were catching me when a car came over the old Railway Bridge and I could either hit the bridge, the car or go through the hedge and hope to luck. I chose the hedge." He breathed out with a sigh. She was stroking him faster. He closed his eyes. Suddenly her hand stopped moving. "Goodbye Mr Hall," Lee said, standing at the end of his bed, "I'm off shift now. I'm not on duty tomorrow I'm afraid. I have the weekend off." "Goodbye Nurse, and thank you very much." He panted. Linda still held his prick in her hand gently squeezing and releasing it beneath the covers. "You looked flushed," Lee said moving up the side of the bed and feeling his forehead. Linda gave his prick another squeeze. "You are a little warm," she continued, "I think I'd better mark this in your notes." "I thought you said you were off duty," Linda said, sliding her hand out from beneath the covers, standing up and pulling down the hem of her dress which had ridden up to almost show her knickers. We both looked. Lee tossed her head back. "Well goodbye again Mr Hall, " she said, " I don't suppose we will see each other again." She turned and walked towards the exit to the word, passing a word with each patient she passed. She walked well, he thought. He wondered what she'd look like naked. Linda had sat down and her fingers were wrapped around his prick again. A groan escaped from his lips as she picked up speed. He looked towards the far end of the ward where the new Nurse was making her way from bed to bed towards them. He gasped as her hand moved even faster. Linda glanced over her shoulder as if gauging the time she had left. She looked at him and smiled as he his started jerking in her hand. "Hallo Mr Hall," the new Nurse stood at the foot of his bed, "my name's Kathy and how are we feeling." "I think he's just about there," said Linda. "Have your bowels moved today?" Kathy asked picking up the chart that hung from the end of the bed. "I think you could do with a visit to the bathroom, dear," said Linda, standing up again, "if just to freshen up." "These chairs are very hard on the bum," she said rubbing hers. A dozen pairs of eyes watched. "I think you should try to visit the toilet, Mr Hall," said Kathy, moving to the side of the bed, "let me help you stand." An Antique Tale Realising there was nothing for it he swung his legs from the bed. He saw her nose twitch as she threw back the bedclothes. He caught the smell himself. "Take my arm." She said offering it to him. His eyes followed hers to the damp stains on the front of his pyjama jacket. She helped him through the swing door at the end of the wards to the toilets. He declined her offer of help and entered and sat down by himself. He finished, wiped himself and washed his face and hands. He looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. It was not what you would call a classically handsome face that peered back. He had one discoloured eye and some red bruising on one cheek. A thin white bandage was wrapped around his forehead holding the dressing on the lump on his head in place. He tried out the major muscle groups in his body crouching, bending and stretching. Everything seemed to work, albeit stiffly. He stretched again, hands raised above his head. He grunted with the effort. "Are you all right in there?" Kathy asked, knocking on the door. "Fine thanks, just coming," he replied. He walked back to the bed unaided. Linda was gone and so was his briefcase. Controlling his impulse to panic and rant he allowed Kathy to help him back to bed. He needed to think. He needed to get out of here. Kathy moved down to a patient three beds down and pulled the screens around him. The two ward assistants were at the far end of the ward changing the bedding on a bed. He climbed back out of bed. He opened the cupboard in his bedside table and took out his wallet and watch. Putting on his watch he opened his wallet. Standing up in one of the credit card slots was a photo booth snap shot of a man. He took it out and studied it. The face was a man in his late fifties or early sixties with a greying beard. He wore spectacles with small round lenses. He was to have meet him in the bar of the Red Bear the following lunch time where he would be given instructions as to where the brief case was to be delivered and also receive part of his fee for delivering it. He needed to get out of this place. He placed his driving license in his wallet and stood up. He still felt a little unsteady on his feet and he had a headache but didn't feel too bad, all things considered. He made his way through the swing door and into the small corridor on the far side. In addition to the bathroom there were three other doors. One was open. He looked inside. A cleaning and sterilising room. He tried another door. Shelves of laundry and on one shelf the overnight bags and suitcases of the patients. He found his and opened it. He quickly dressed in slacks; underpants; shirt; socks and shoes. He unwound the bandage from around his head and gasped slightly as he pulled the dressing from his wound. He gingerly touched it. He could feel a stitch, perhaps two. He looked at his fingers. There was a smear of blood on them. He placed his wallet and mobile phone in his sports jacket and put that on then locking his suitcase he looked out into the corridor. It was empty. He walked to the round glass windows in the swing doors. The nurse was still behind the screens. He saw one of the ward assistant's step behind them and the second approaching carrying what looked like a bedpan with a cloth covering the contents. He stepped back into the laundry store. Holding the door slightly open he watched her walk past the bathroom opposite and into the cleaning room. As quietly as he could he stepped out into the corridor and into the ward. He made his way past the screen surrounded bed. He placed his finger against his lips in a gesture to one man who made as if too speak, smiled at everybody and with a wave of his hand left the ward. Following the signs he walked to the exit and out into the large car park in front of the building. Crossing the car park he stood on the pavement outside the main gates and looked in either direction. It was starting to rain. It stung when the water hit his wound. A silver grey Rover Metro pulled up in front of him and the driver's window was wound down. He looked down at Lee. "You should be in bed," she said. "Is that an offer?" He asked. The rain was starting to fall quite heavily. "You had better get in," she said reaching across the front passenger's seat and releasing the door lock. He hurried around the front of the car to the far side of the car and opening the door placed his suitcase on the rear seat and sat down on the front one. She'd changed. She wore jeans and a jumper and her hair was down. Curly, shoulder-length hair. She wasn't beautiful, not in the way Linda was but she held herself with an air of confidence. "Where do you think you are you going?" she asked, engaging gear and pulling away, "I should take you back." "Please don't do that." He replied. "I saw your girl friend leave. She was carrying your briefcase." She hesitated, as if she was about to say something else. "Was she alone?" He asked. "There were three men waiting for her. It was a lovely car. A red Jaguar." What was he to do? Where would Linda go? Why had she taken his briefcase? Had she taken his briefcase? Was he putting two and two together to make five? She may have been called away suddenly and somebody else took it? No. It was her face looking down on him the previous evening. He knew that now. It also made other things clearer. He tried to think of exactly what he had told her in bed that night. The police were not going to be interested in the loss of the briefcase. The loss of the contents of the briefcase could hardly be reported. He didn't even know what they were. He should phone his Uncle at the shop in Chelsea. He'll know whom to tell. A police car with lights flashing drove past heading in the opposite direction. "I must phone London." He said. She looked across at him. "I am going to the Supermarket first. There is a pay phone in the entrance." They turned left at the first round-a-bout they came to then left again into the car park of a large Supermarket. "I could get into trouble for this," she suddenly said, " I really should take you back to the ward." "It's not a prison," He replied looking around, "I'm allowed to leave whenever I like." "All right." She climbed out carrying her handbag on a long shoulder strap and a short coat. "I'm going into the town centre then I have some shopping to do here. You will probably have gone by the time I get back." She locked the driver's door and walked to his side of the car. When he had climbed out and taken out his suitcase she locked the passenger door. "Good bye again Mr Hall," she said turning and walking away. He watched her as she walked away struggling into her coat as she did so. Nice ass, he thought. Not perfect like Linda's but nice. He went into the main entrance of the Supermarket and stood and waited impatiently whilst a women with two children and eight bags of shopping in a trolley phoned for her husband to get his big fat ass out of the chair and come and pick her up. Finally it was his turn. He dialled the shop in Chelsea. It rang. And rang. That was funny, he thought. Mike, his uncle, would normally switch on the answer phone if he were shutting up for any reason. In fact he always did. You never know when you might miss a deal, he would say. He rang Mike's flat, just in case. This time an answer phone clicked in. He listened to the greeting, waited for the beep and explained what had happened. The pips went and he hung up with a hurried, I'll ring again later. The woman with the children and shopping was back. He stepped away from the phone and tried to think what to do next. "I don't care if the game hasn't finished yet." He heard her shouting into the phone. One of the children started to cry. Picking up his suitcase he walked along the front of the checkouts until he came to the small café area. Most of the tables were empty at this time of the day so he bought himself a coffee and sat on a table next to the widow and thought. Yes it was making sense now. Linda milking him for information. He even remembered telling her the time and route he would be taking. If that other couple hadn't arrived when they had. Now they had the brief case and its contents. But they didn't know where the auction would take place. It was going to be a big one, Mike had said. Big. That could mean four or five bidders. Each one would be carrying cash or some other kind of negotiable bonds to the tune of two to three hundred thousand pounds. If they could intercept one of the bidder's en-route they could strike up a private deal without anybody else being the wiser. To do that they would need to know where it was going to be held. The bidders, as he himself had, would have been told to contact somebody in a certain location at a certain time where, for the exchange of a photo, they would be given details of where the event would take place. As courier he would be told first so that he could deliver the goods in good time for verification and also to depart before the main players arrived. They would only be given a limited period of time and the route they were to take. They would all bring minders but only the bidders would be in the room when the item was displayed and the bidding took place. He took a sip from his coffee cup. It was cold. He bought another. "I thought you would have gone by now." Lee stood by his side, hands on hips, coat open. "I was waiting for you." He lied. Well perhaps he hadn't lied. He needed some help. She was a local. She had a car. She had a flat. Wait, she probably lived with somebody. If not a man at least a flat mate. Still, if you don't try. "Why?" she asked, sitting down. "I need your help." "What for?" "We can't talk here. I wouldn't ask but it's very important." "Don't tell me," she scoffed slightly, "it's a matter of life and death." It hadn't occurred to him before but there were going to be some very upset men the following day and it just might be a matter of life and death, his. "Sort of," he looked around as if expecting them to step out at any minute. But whom? They may be sitting at the table next to him. He knew that if they could they would follow him until he met with his contact. No. They didn't need to do that. He'd told Linda where he was meeting him. As he had about the photo. You would normally have to exchange something for the information. It could be anything from a newspaper to a football programme. They would know to be in the bar of the Red Bear at mid-day, after the first session of lots in the back room. They didn't know whom he was meeting or that the exchange item was the photo. "Look I know it is a lot to ask," he continued. She looked at him with a serious expression on her face. "I have to do some shopping first." She said, standing up. He picked up his suitcase and made to follow her. "Here," she said reaching into her handbag and handing him a bunch of keys, "go and sit in the car. You're looking tired." He had to admit he was feeling tired so he took the keys and headed for the exit. He glanced at the papers on the floor by the newsstand as he passed. They had just been delivered and were awaiting a member of staff to put them on display. The photograph on the front page had been taken shortly after he had graduated from University six or so years ago. The face was thinner and it had a thin, Mexican style, moustache. He remembered that day. He'd had Sarah for the first time the night before. She'd cried out as he took her virginity. For three years they had studied together on the same course. She'd resisted all his attempts to bed her successfully until that final night. Drunk on the euphoria of graduation and a lot of beer and wine they'd helped to support each other as he'd walked her to her flat. It was empty. She'd invited him in for coffee. Almost before the door had closed behind them her arms were around his neck and their lips were pressed together. His shirt and her blouse and bra they'd left in the hallway, their shoes and jeans by the bedroom door. He'd sucked on her nipples as she lay back on the bed, worming his hand inside her knickers pushing first one then a second finger inside her. He'd moved down the bed, pulling her knickers off as he did so and opening her legs wide had breathed in her aroma before lowering his mouth and kissing and licking her slit. She'd writhed on the bed, groaning and gasping. He didn't know whether she'd come, he just knew she was wet, open and ready. Shedding his underpants as he had moved back up the bed he'd positioned his prick against her opening and pushed into her. It took four goes to penetrate her. She'd cried out at each one then had lain silent and still beneath him as he moved in and out of her. He'd had her again in the morning before getting out of bed. They'd spent the day together. She'd taken that photo of him at the railway station before he boarded his train and had posted it to him three weeks later. He'd never seen her since. They exchanged the odd letter that had dropped to Christmas cards then nothing. It did however mean that the police had entered his flat and been through his possessions. He took a copy of the paper to the counter and presented it bar code first for the young girl to scan. He handed her a pound coin, pocketed the change and went out to the car to wait. And to read. There was a headline, three lines of copy and the photograph. They'd moved quickly to get it into a provincial newspaper so soon. 'Murder in Chelsea.' The headline read. 'Michael North, a well known antiques dealer in London was found murdered in his shop that lunch time. There were signs of a struggle. His nephew and partner Jordan Hall was recently involved in a car crash in the Taunton area and the police would like his help with their inquiries.' That was it. The police would know he wasn't involved as they had spoken to him since he had been admitted into Hospital. Poor Mike. He lowered the paper and looked out of the window. He'd lived with Mike since he'd been twelve after his parents had died and until he went to University. Mike's wife had died eighteen months before of cancer and he had become a bit of a recluse. It had only been recently that he had started seeing women again. Poor Mike. What for? The couriers fee. Five thousand pounds. It was a nice earner on the side. Four, maybe five times a year. They had built up a reputation for being straight. No questions asked. Always delivered the goods. Not this time. The people he was working for could be unforgiving as could, apparently, those who had been after the briefcase. It was starting to rain again. He saw Lee hurrying towards him carrying two carrier bags. He climbed out and opened the boot for her. Then handed her the keys and got back into the passengers seat. She got in and started the engine. "I can take you to your hotel," she said turning onto the main road from the car park. "No, not there," what could he say? "Can I come home with you? I'll explain then." She glanced at him. "I shouldn't." "Please." "Alright. Just for half an hour. I'm going out tonight and I have to get ready." She drove for three or four minutes then turned onto a car park beside a three-storey block of apartments. "You're only a ten minute walk from the railway station." She pointed the way then led him inside. He left his suitcase in the car. They climbed one flight of stairs. His nose was on a level with her ass as he watched her muscles moving underneath her jeans. "Drink?" she asked when they were in her living room. He was full of coffee. "You wouldn't have a beer?" "I'll see what I've got," she said, disappearing into what he assumed was the kitchen. He thought furiously. What should he tell her? He needed somewhere safe for the night. If she was going out it probably meant with a man. Would she bring him back? Would he expect to come back? She returned carrying an open can of beer and a glass into which she had poured some of its contents. He sat in the armchair whilst she sat on the sofa. "Thanks," he said, sipping the beer. That was better. "Well?" she asked. He took a deep breath and started to explain. The more he spoke the more came out. At the end he even found himself showing her the newspaper. She didn't say a word for perhaps ten seconds after he had finished speaking. "What are you going to do?" she asked, finally. "I hoped you'd let me stay the night here. If I could meet my contact in the bar after the first part of tomorrow's auction I would know where to go to tell them about the loss of the briefcase. They do not know who is involved themselves yet and to make a quick sale they would want to know where the meet is to intercept one of the bidders." "How much money are we talking about here?" "It's difficult without knowing what's on offer. It could be one hundred thousand, perhaps two hundred." "Not a lot if they have to divide it two or three ways." No it wasn't looked at like that. She continued. "You say up to six people carrying upwards of two hundred thousand pounds each will be attending?" She left it there. "I think you should go to the police straight away. Do you not think the police will be watching the Red Bear?" She certainly talked sense. If he went to the Red Bear the police would probably arrest him before he met his contact. If he did go to the police they would want to send him back to London. Would they believe his story about contacts and photos? Also he had his reputation in the Antiques business to consider. Once your name is lost it can never be regained. No, he couldn't go to the police. He needed somebody else to make the contact. He took another sip of beer and looked across at Lee. "Can I stay here tonight?" He asked. She studied him carefully for a moment. "I won't try any funny business," he continued, "and I do need nursing after all." She continued to study him. "You'll be safe," he tried to think of the objections she could raise before she did, "there is nothing to connect you with me. Even Linda knows we only met in the hospital this morning." Linda. He'd thought it was too good to be true a woman like that giving herself to him in that way when they had barely known each other twenty-four hours. She was by far the best looking woman he'd ever been with. Perfect body and flawless skin. He looked at Lee. Pretty, in a homely way. She had everything a woman should have. She was the wife not mistress type. He imagined her in her night clothes. They would be knee-length, made of cotton, with a flowers or Rabbits print. "Alright." He didn't really believe she'd say it. "I do need a bath," she continued, "and I am going out." "Don't worry." He felt he should be doing something, standing up, sitting down, shaking her hand or just letting out a deep sigh of relief. "I won't get in your way." "My cousin, I told you about her, is getting married next week-end and we are taking her out and getting her drunk tonight." She looked up at the clock on the wall, his eyes followed hers, and it read six o'clock. She stood up and he rose automatically. "There's cheese and ham in the fridge and bread in the bread-bin if you want to make yourself a sandwich." She headed into the bathroom and he heard the sounds of the door being bolted and water running. He headed into the kitchen and opened the fridge door. There was a cling film wrapped piece of cheese and a packet of sliced ham on one shelf. He chose the ham noting the three cans of beer and the bottle of wine. He made two rounds of sandwiches and returned to his seat. He could hear the water stop running and the sounds of splashing. He wondered what she looked like naked. An Antique Tale Stop it. He said to himself. She's helping you out of a jam. He had finished his sandwich and his beer by the time she came out of the bathroom, the large bath towel wrapped under her armpits lifted by the swell of her breasts. She was towelling her hair. "Got everything you need?" She asked on route to the bedroom. "Go down and get your suitcase. My keys are on the side." He had hardly the chance to answer before the door closed behind her and he heard the sounds of an electric hair dryer. He collected his suitcase and returned to the flat inside five minutes. He switched the TV on. It was forty minutes before she re-appeared. She wore a blue dress that ended at mid thigh and picked out the colour of her eyes. Clear tights and sandals. She carried a small handbag. "I might well stay over at my cousins tonight so I might not see you until the morning, if you're still here." It sounded like a dismissal. She looked at the back of his head. "You'll need a plaster for that," she said and took a small green first aid kit from a drawer in her buffet. "This will hurt in the morning when you take it off." She promised. With that she was off. He hadn't had a chance to speak to her about the following day or even to say thank you properly. He only had one beer left. He felt like getting pissed tonight. He opened the doors to the buffet, which he knew most folks use as a drinks cabinet, and look through her selection of bottles. Cherry Brandy; something green; Sherry. Ah. Tucked away at the back behind a large bottle of lemonade a three parts full bottle of Vodka. That would do. Sitting back in the armchair armed with the vodka and lemonade bottles and a glass he opened his paper to the TV page. He must have nodded off at some stage during the evening, as it was eleven thirty when he next looked at his watch. It hadn't been a very good film and he had made a sizeable dent in the contents of the vodka bottle. He rose to his feet and wobbled to the bathroom. Finishing in there he looked at the couch then went into the bedroom. No need to be uncomfortable if she wasn't coming back. He could still smell her perfume. Her three-quarter-width bed was pushed up against one wall of her bedroom. He felt under the pillows for her nightdress. Cotton. He smiled. Stripping to his underpants he climbed into bed. He closed his eyes. A sound from the living room woke him. He looked at his watch. It was two o'clock. The door to the bedroom opened and in the second or so before the light in the living room went off he saw Lee in the doorway. Closing the door behind her she staggered the three paces to the bed and sat down. She belched. The smell of alcohol seemed to fill the air. In the half light from the street lamps outside he watched as she struggled with her zip then almost fell from the bed as she tried to pull it over her head whilst sitting on it. She struggled with the zip again and he heard it move. This time she lifted her bottom from the bed and pulled it down and off. Her tights and knickers followed and she reached under her pillow for her nightdress. She struggled fitting it over her head and shoulders but finally managed to pull it down to her waist. Moving up the bed she slipped under the quilt by his side. "Is that you?" she slurred. "Yes." "I thought you had gone." "Did you want me to go?" "Yes. No." "What do you want?" He asked placing his hand on her stomach. He heard her take in a sharp intake of breath then she sighed. "Don't." She said moving his hand up to one of her breasts. "I won't," he said feeling it gently, "not if you do not want me to." He could feel the nipple hardening against the palm of his hand as she sighed again. Moving his hand he pulled up the hem of her nightdress until her breasts were uncovered. He lowered his lips to one nipple and sucked gently. She ran her fingers through his hair, making him gasp as she touched his wound, then let her hand fall to her side. He moved his lips to her other nipple and felt between her legs for her slit. She breathed deeply as he worked a finger inside her. She moaned as he followed it with a second. Taking his finger from her hole he reached down and felt his prick. It was hard. Moving on top of her he pushed down and kicked off his underpants and positioning the tip against her opening pushed. Pulling back he pushed again. She grunted as he entered her. He could feel her loosening with each thrust. He sought her lips with his own. Her head was turned to one side. Her jaw hung open. She was sound asleep. He kept moving. She gasped once. What was he thinking? He couldn't take advantage of her when she was like this. His balls were lifting. His prick was jerking inside her. What had he done? He pulled out and lay on his back. He turned away from her and stared at the wall. He awoke with the sun streaming through the window. He looked at his wristwatch. Nine o'clock. Lee lay on her side facing away from him. She groaned. Then she turned onto her back, opened one eye, saw him, sat up and scrambled from the bed. She pulled her nightdress down but not before he'd had full sight of her pubic mound. "What are you doing in my bed?" she screamed. Then she placed her a hand to her forehead and the other against the wall to steady herself. "You said you weren't coming back so I thought I'd sleep here." He stuttered over the words. "I must go to the toilet," she said, moving her hand from her head to her stomach and stumbling towards the door. She stopped, looked back at him then continued into the next room. He got out of bed, fished his underpants out from beneath the quilt, and went into the living room. Opening his suitcase on the sofa he quickly dressed. His stomach gurgled. He could do with visiting the bathroom himself. Lee came out of the bathroom. Looked at him, then walked into the kitchen. He took her place in the bathroom taking his wash bag with him. After a quick wash and shave he felt better. The lump on his head was smaller but he resisted the temptation to wash his hair. He stepped back into the living room. Lee was dressed in blue jeans and a checked shirt. She looked as if she wanted to ask him something so he got in first. "I need your help today." He said as he placed his wash bag back into his suitcase and fastened it. "I know it's a lot to ask but would you make the meet in the bar at twelve. They don't know you and the police will not be watching out for you either. Please say you will." He could see something was troubling her and he could imagine what it was but he wasn't going to bring up the subject. "I don't know," she said, "I don't want to get involved. I think we should call the police. They'll be looking for you." "I will sit here until you return. You'll be perfectly safe. The auction starts at ten thirty and finishes at one or thereabouts. All you have to do is be in the bar at twelve. Make some sort of contact with the man in this photo, hand it too him and he will give you an envelope. Bring it back here and I'll be out of your life forever." "I don't want to go there on my own." She was looking at her hands. "Alright, I'll come with you and wait in the car." He moved his suitcase and sat down by her side. He took one of her hands in his; she seemed to flinch but didn't pull away. "Please. I must tell them what's happening." She hesitated for what seemed like an age. Then she turned her face towards him. "All right. I'll do it." He leaned across and brushed her lips with his own. "Thank you." He breathed, looking into her eyes. Should he tell her? How do you tell a girl that while she was asleep you fucked her? She was about to say something so he kissed her again. This time he held it, his lips moulding themselves against hers. He placed a hand behind her head to hold it in place and opened his lips rubbing the tip of his tongue along the crack between hers. Slowly they opened and his tongue inched between them. Her heard what sounded like a whimper come from her. Their tongues touched. He placed his hand on her breast and gently squeezed. "No," she pulled her mouth away and pushed against him. His lips sought hers again. They touched. "No." This time she stood up. "I'm sorry," he said, "I really am." "It's my fault," she said turning towards the window to avoid looking at his face. "It's to soon. We've only just met." He rose to his feet and stood close behind her. Placing his hands upon her hips he pulled her buttocks back against his hardening prick. He knew she could feel it for she gasped as they touched. He heard her take a deep breath. He moved his hands up and cupped her breasts. He could feel the nipples hardening through her shirt and bra. He turned her to face him and kissed her. This times her lips opened and her tongue sought his. They fenced then sucked upon each other. He kissed her chin, then the line of her jaw. Her hands went behind his back and pressed into his shoulder blades. He kissed her lips again. The telephone rang. He tried to hold her to him but she pulled away and went and answered it. "Hi," she said into the mouthpiece, "of course I am. What! You silly fool." She slammed down the phone. "Quickly, " she said, snatching up her hand bag and car keys from the top of the buffet. "I told my cousin about you last night and she told her mother this morning and she's told the police. They'll be here any minute." He had nothing to do but slip his jacket on and pick up his suitcase and he was following her through the doorway inside ten seconds. Throwing his suitcase onto the back seat he climbed into the front passenger seat as she switched on the engine. "Where to?" she asked, engaging first gear. "Somewhere where there is a lot of people and cars," he replied, "it's easier to get lost in a crowd." She drove out of the car park into the steady stream of traffic heading into the town centre. A police car passed them heading in the direction of the flats with its lights and sirens on. They crossed the bridge near the cricket ground and headed out towards the motorway. There was a large shopping complex just before they reached the motorway junction and she turned into it. The car park was three parts full with the cars of the Saturday morning shoppers. She pulled into a slot between a white van and an old black Rover. "Let's get something to eat." She suggested. He couldn't think of anything less he wanted to do but walked by her side across the car park to the supermarket as fifty other couples were doing. "You need something inside you," she said in the café ordering two full breakfasts and pouring two coffees from the hot drink dispenser. He could have suggested the same thing but when he looked at her face he could see she was wearing the puzzled, worried expression of earlier in the day and said nothing. They took their coffees and number and sat at a table where they had a view of the car park and entrance. Breakfast arrived and they ate in silence. Once he reached across and squeezed her hand. She held one of his fingers and smiled weakly back at him. They had a second coffee. He looked at his watch. It was eleven thirty. "I think we should go now." He said when they had finished. "Go into the auction room and have a look around. Look out for Linda. The contact will probably be in there but do not contact him until twelve o'clock in the bar. I'm sure she won't recognise you without your uniform on. I'll wait in the car for you." Lee drove the five minutes to the car park at the rear of the Red Bear. There were very few parking places left, the one they took was about as far away from the rear entrance as possible. They sat together for a few seconds then he leaned across and kissed her cheek. "Thank you for doing this." He murmured. She turned her head and kissed him full on the lips. He caught a glimpse of something red from the corner of his eye. Pulling his mouth from hers he turned his head. He heard her sigh. Was it with disappointment? They watched as the car stopped outside the rear entrance to the Hotel. Two men and a woman climbed out. He'd recognise that figure anywhere. One of the men gave her backside a squeeze. He heard Lee snort. He must have been staring. One of the men was carrying the briefcase that he placed in the boot of the car. The car moved off. "You go inside," he said quickly, "I'll follow him." "But," she started. "We haven't got time. Please." He urged. They both climbed from the car. He kissed her then took her place behind the steering wheel. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He said, engaging gear and pulling away. He followed the car for five minutes until it pulled into the car park of a Travel Lodge Hotel. The driver climbed out and walked inside. Now was his chance. He hadn't locked the car. He stopped at the rear of the Jaguar, climbed out of the car, opened the boot of the Jaguar, removed the briefcase and was back behind the steering wheel inside twenty seconds. He saw the man handing over a credit card in his rear view mirror. The clerk behind the desk was pointing towards him. Putting the car into first he pulled away. The man was running towards the Jaguar. Then he was back in traffic. He looked at his watch. It was ten to twelve. It would be at least fifteen minutes before Lee was likely to be outside ready to be picked up. He made a three hundred and sixty-degree turn at the first roundabout he came to and headed out onto the three-lane motorway. If he remembered correctly it was about six miles to the next junction. If he took that and returned up the other carriageway he would be just about in time for Lee and wouldn't have to stop for any length of time outside the Hotel. A movement in front of him caught his eye. A little black dot hung in the sky. As he approached it took form. It was a helicopter. Probably the police patrolling the motorway for accidents and congestion. Traffic being what it is on a Saturday morning it was over twenty minutes before he returned to the Red Bear. Disregarding the yellow lines he pulled up outside the entrance to the Hotel car park. He could see Lee waiting nervously. She waved when she saw him and started to hurry towards him. Suddenly the Jaguar pulled up in front of her, two men got out and she was bundled into the back. The car didn't drive off as he expected. It just sat there. The front passenger door opened and Linda climbed out. She walked towards him and got into the car next to him. "Hallo Jordan," she even leaned across and kissed his cheek, "how are you today. It didn't take you long to get a new girl friend. Was I that easy to forget?" "How did you know?" "She stood out a little dressed in jeans in the auction room and she was obviously looking for somebody. She almost had a bid accepted twice. When she saw your contact in the bar she wasn't very subtle." "What do we do now? You want the briefcase I suppose and I want her." It suddenly struck him that he did. "We want you to deliver the briefcase. They'll be suspicious if a total stranger turns up with it." "They'll be suspicious anyway." "No they won't. You made the contact. They'll assume everything is alright, especially if you deliver the briefcase in person." "I thought you would want to meet with one of the bidders on route." "You have no idea what's in the briefcase, do you?" She asked, continuing when he shook his head. "I thought not. Five or six people will be there this afternoon. They will be carrying over a million pounds between them." Lee had seen that, why hadn't he? There was a tap on his window and a Traffic Warden stood looking at him, ticket in hand. "Can't park her, sir. It's a double yellow line." "I'm just going," he said, engaging first gear and pulling away. "Hey. Wait." He heard her call. "I haven't finished." Her voice faded into the distance. He glanced into the rear view mirror and saw her speaking into her radio before she disappeared from view behind the Jaguar. "Take this road then follow the coast road signs." She ordered. He did as he was told. "What's going to happen to us?" He asked. "That depends on how co-operative you are. Probably nothing if you are a good boy and do everything you are told. If not. It was a shame about your Uncle. We had to make sure you were not a decoy. After all you gave me the details of your journey so readily. Originally the plan was to do exactly what you thought. We still might, it depends on the set up when we get there." They drove in silence for five minutes. "Take this drive on the left." She said. He slowed and indicated. He noted a 'For Sale' sign. They drove up a gravel drive until they reached a large house. Two cars were parked outside. He glanced in the rear view mirror. The Jaguar was nowhere in sight. He parked the car and they both climbed out. He reached into the back for the briefcase and looked at her. "They know you have a woman with you." She said, anticipating his question. They walked together to the front door. He rang the bell. It was opened almost immediately. "Come in Mr Hall." The man said. He'd meet him before. "So sad about your Uncle. This must be the young lady who made the connection." He didn't introduce her. "Yes it is," he said instead, "she has three friends in a car outside with," he hesitated, then continued, "a friend of mine. They stole the briefcase from me yesterday and I only managed to get it back a short time ago." "Very interesting." The man said. Linda swore and turned to the door. The lock had been sprung when it had been closed and she fumbled with the handle. Two large men stepped from a side room and held her. Pinning her arms to her side. "Don't hurt her." He said, the memory of her perfect ass as she knelt before him flashed in front of him. "I have no wish to hurt anybody, especially not Martie." So saying he stepped forward and pulled the long blond wig from her head revealing her short brown hair. "It's been a while since I last saw you." He continued. "Three men you say. One would be her husband, one his brother and you still have the Italian. An interesting man. He could have been a formula one Racing driver." Whilst he spoke he placed the briefcase on a small table and opened the combination. He looked inside then closed the lid. "Where are they?" He asked. "Quickly. Quickly or I might ask Michael here to ask you." He indicated one of the large men holding her. Michael squeezed one of her breasts. "Yes, I think Michael would enjoy asking you some questions." Michael squeezed her other breast. "Jim has them." She spat. "That's better." He opened her handbag and removed a mobile phone. "What have we here?" He turned the instrument over in his hands. "Where is Jim?" She hesitated in replying and Michael ran his hand across her stomach. "They will be waiting somewhere. I will ring them when we leave." She suddenly blurted out. "Get your hands off me." "I'm afraid his hands will be the least of your worries if you do not co-operate." "You wouldn't." She tried to sound confident but there was a look of fear on her face. "I wouldn't." The man agreed. "But they would. Michael can be so rough. Dave on the other hand doesn't like women very much." "What do you want?" "Ring them now and ask them to come up. And tell them to bring what I want." He said handing it too her. She pressed the buttons on her phone and spoke into it. She did what she was asked. "Good girl." He said. The man opened the door, leaving it wide so they could see any vehicle approaching. Then he went into the side room and he thought he could hear him talking to somebody. An Antique Tale The red Jaguar appeared and stopped some fifteen yards from the door. The man came out of the room. They showed Martie in the doorway. Two men and Lee climbed out of the car and stood looking towards the house. Both men kept a hand in a pocket of their jackets. The third man stayed behind the steering wheel. He could see Lee was crying. "The bastards, what have they done to her." "Steady Mr Jordan," the man said placing his hand on his arm. "It will all be over soon." "An exchange Jim." The man called out. "Your wife for my property and the girl." "That doesn't seem very fair." Jim called back. "That's two for one." "Keep the girl." "We don't want her." "Neither do I." She looked so vulnerable standing there flanked by the two men. He wanted her. There was silence for a few seconds. Then the man spoke. "Advance ten paces and place my property on the ground. Mr Hall will come out and collect it. He will then stand to one side and we will send your wife to you." There was no response. "Come on Jim," Martie called, "don't be a bastard." "All right," Jim called at length. Jim took a carrier bag from the car and approached a few paces. Laying the bag on the ground he retreated to the Jaguar. "Collect the bag," the man said, "and stand to one side." He stepped from the building, keeping his hands clear of his pockets. Picking up the carrier bag he walked half a dozen paces to one side. As Martie walked from the house Lee ran to his side. He placed an arm around her and kissed her. "I'm sorry I got you into this." He stammered between her kisses and his own. "Now Jim," the man inside the house called, " if you and your brother will drop your weapons nobody need get hurt." Jordan looked around. Two men stepped out of the trees that flanked the driveway. One carried an automatic pistol the other a high powered rifle. For a few seconds nothing happened then everything seemed to happen at once. Jim took out a pistol and fired at the doorway to the house whilst his brother fired at the two men in the drive. The Jaguar engine fired into life and drove towards them with Martie climbing inside. "Quickly run." He said taking Lee by the hand and dodging behind the parked cars headed towards the trees. He quickly looked over his shoulder as he heard the Jaguar turning on the gravel behind him. The man with the rifle lay on his back in the driveway. The second man had disappeared from sight. Jim and his brother were running after them. There was no sign of any movement from the house. He could hear a police siren in the distance. Thorns snagged at his clothing as he forced his way through a hedge dragging Lee with him. "Drop the bag, Jordan," he heard Martie call, "we don't want to hurt you." Sure they didn't. Lee stumbled and fell. He helped her to her feet and gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Something thudded into the tree above his head. "They're shooting at us." Lee cried. "Come on." He pulled her after him. "Keep going." The sound of more gunfire came from the distance. The police sirens were getting louder. He could hear what sounded like a Helicopter above them. They reached the outer fence. It was made of metal, eight feet high. He could hear the sound of people crashing through the undergrowth towards them. He looked around. There was nowhere to hide. The sounds were coming from at least two directions. There was nowhere to go. They crouched together, trying to make themselves as small as possible. The sounds in the undergrowth stopped and he pulled Lee closer tensing his body for the impact of the bullet he expected at any moment. "Ah, there you are Mr Hall." He looked up at a man in a grey suit. "We were hoping you could help us with our inquiries." Behind him he could see other people moving. Dressed in blue, wearing helmets and body armour they carried short barrelled rifles. "So that was that." He said to Lee as they walked up the stairs to his bedroom in the Red Bear Hotel. "The police knew that something was going to happen, they didn't know what and when. Apparently I had been followed for a week. Ever since I met Linda, sorry Martie, in that wine bar in London." "Will you be getting into trouble?" She asked as he closed the door to his room behind them. "I don't think so." He unzipped her dress and helped her step from it. "I might be done for transporting stolen property. A good Lawyer would get me off probably because I still have no idea what it was I was carrying." She turned to face him and he reached behind her to unfasten her bra as her fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt as he slipped it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He slipped his hands inside the waistband of her tights and knickers and eased them over her hips. Throwing back the bed covers he guided her naked body onto his bed. He looked down upon her as he removed the remainder of his clothing. His prick was hard as he moved towards her. She reached out her arms to him. "Not worried about the ghost are you?" He said lowering himself on top of her. "No, and I'll try and stay awake this time."