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Visiting Hannah

By: Moondrift



Prologue. 

In the beginning was the foot and the foot was the means of motion; next came the ox wagon, horse and camel; the river steamers arrived to carry people and goods along the great river; after that and before the motor car came the mighty railway, sweeping contemptuously aside all other means of transportation arrived. Thus it was in my country. 

Along the railway line grew up townships to feed the fuel hungry and water thirsty locomotives, and to serve as places to which farmers and pastoralists could bring their products and receive supplies. These townships thrived for many years, but now alas, they blossom no more. 

The motor car, the truck and the road now rule, and whilst the railway still passes, it is but a shadow of its former glory. The diesel engine has replaced the mighty steam hissing monsters of yesteryear; the fuel bunkers and water standpipes remain neglected bearing lonely witness to a glorious past. 

Chapter 1. A Journey is Arranged.

To one of these railways towns I was now travelling by train; let us call it Jackborough. The passenger trains that run a couple of times each week between two metropolises hundreds of kilometres apart, no longer stop there unless a special request is made by someone wanting to alight from or get on the train. I had made my "special request. "

I was on my way to spend a week with Aunt Hannah. She was not really my aunt, but a woman who, newly wed, had moved into the house next door to us when I was about ten or eleven years old. 

She was young, lively, very friendly, and she and my mother soon became bosom pals. No pun is intended, and although on first knowing her I did not appreciate it, Hannah really does have delightful mammary glands but, as I say, I was not fully aware of that that until I reached the years of the tumultuous hormones. During those years I came to appreciate a good deal more about Hannah's than her bosom. She was indeed, and still is, a very attractive woman, but my early interest in her focused on the birthday and Christmas presents I received from her. 

I can recall the first time became aware of Hannah as a sexual being. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and I was about thirteen years of age. I had long made free of Hannah's house – oddly it had never been Ted her husband's house, but always Hannah's – and I "dropped in" to see my putative and beloved aunt. 

I wandered round to the back of the house to first see Ted – who never became "Uncle Ted" – pottering in the garden. I think I existed only on the periphery of his consciousness; nevertheless I bade him "Hello," and he grunted something that sounded like, "Lo Jason," and continued pottering. 

I then saw Hannah. She was lying on a sun lounge reading a book. I went to her and greeted her. She looked up and smiled, "Jason darling. " She put down her book, swung her legs off the sun lounge and stood. 

Suddenly she seemed to be surrounded by light; she appeared to glow, no doubt because my attention was abruptly focused on her in a way I had never before experienced; I was seeing her anew. 

She was wearing a two-piece something or the other and revealed was what I thought to be the most stunningly beautiful female physique I had ever seen. Not, I hasten to add, that I had up to that time had much experience with or interest in the female form. 

I shall describe Hannah as Junoesque for that was the first thought that came to mind. In an encyclopaedia I had seen a picture of the goddess Juno, and apart from a few details that was how Hannah seemed to me, a goddess. 

My newly emergent manhood – emergent in the sense that it was no longer the tiny appendage of childhood – grew firm and slightly uncomfortable. I wasn't quite sure what was happening to me except I couldn't take my eyes from Hannah. 

She stands around five feet nine inches tall and at that time I still had to look up at her; her legs were long, strong looking, but very shapely. Her bosom I have already referred to but it was on that occasion I became fully aware of its fullness, my awareness no doubt assisted by the somewhat revealing nature of the upper part of the two piece. 

Her face tending to the long rather than the broad was framed by chestnut coloured hair that seemed to tumble over her shoulders like the cascading waters of a waterfall. Her skin that was usually an ivory colour but in that summer season was lightly tanned, as was the rest of her; and to complete the ensemble, her nose inclined to the aquiline, though not excessively so, and her mouth – well, I once read the description of a woman who was said to be "ripe of lip. "

I stood there stunned by the revelation that was as much in my psyche as it was objectively before me. In that early stage of my puberty I had suddenly found my ideal woman

Two very dark eyes that for all their darkness always seemed to be shimmering with humour, looked at me a trifle quizzically. "Are you all right, Jason," she asked in a voice that for the first time sent a quivering sensation through me. My newly found goddess had addressed me, and for the first time I truly heard her melodious tone – those of a warm throbbing contralto. 

I jerked out of the contemplation of my divinity with difficulty and spluttered, "Er... er... yes... why?"

"You were staring at me strangely, darling; come into the house and have a drink and I made a special cake for you this morning. "

"Drink," "Cake"? These were furthest from my thoughts and desires, but eat and drink I did, but all the time trying to furtively survey my Juno... I mean Hannah. 

I had been initiated into the art of masturbation by a couple of older boys at school, and that night in bed I relieved myself of the delicious agony that the revelation of Hannah had inspired. When the climatic moment arrived and my warm young sperm was spouting from my urethra it was visions of Hannah that rose up, and not the previous images of naked women seen in surreptitiously scanned pornographic magazines. 

Afterwards I lay for a while contemplating the strange ways of people. How was it that Ted could potter in the garden when only a few feet from him there lay all that manhood could desire? Had I been Ted I would... Then ghastly visions of Ted invading the body of my deity rose up, and with them envy and frustration. 

It was not until I started to penetrate the living flesh of the girls at high school that fantasies of Hannah began to fade. After all, Hannah was the "Unattainable One;" the holy of holies beyond my reach, and as my father was wont to say, "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. "

My high school career, apart from very satisfactory success with the girls, proved to be also a success academically. I went on to study a course in electronic communication; a course that began with sixty five students and four years later had only fifteen graduates, myself included. 

I was part way into the second year of the course when our family was rocked by an event next door. Ted left Hannah and departed the State with, so I was given to understand, a buxom wench who had served as receptionist for his dental practice. 

Hannah was distraught, and the misery was made all the keener because it had been as Ted's receptionist that she had first met and married him. I suppose I was too involved in my studies and engrossed in my latest girl friend Freda, to properly take in the emotional drama that was going on next door. 

Looking back I can now see how unkind this must appear after all the generosity and affection I had received from Hannah, but such is the self-absorption of youth. Apart from being amazed that Ted could leave such loveliness, my only real knowledge of what went on came from my mother who spent much time just letting Hannah talk. 

"Time heals," so I have heard, and in the midst of my third year of study it was announced that Hannah would be selling up her house and leaving for a country town. It seemed that Hannah and Ted had come to as amicable agreement as possible over finances, but I was somewhat surprised when it was added that she had "bought an antique shop" in the country town. 

I had known for some time that Hannah had been a night school buff, taking course after course, fitting her studies around her work, which after her marriage was as a doctor's receptionist. Wisely Ted and Hannah had decided it might not be good for her to continue in his practice. One of the courses she had taken had been concerned with was on the subject of antiques, and armed with this knowledge – probably a trifle flimsy – she decided to, as my mother related, "Reinvent herself. "

I made a point of being around on the day of Hannah's departure, and there were hugs and tears all round. We watched as Hannah drove away in her newly acquired van, heading for the country town that is Jackborough. 

I thought that I should never see Hannah again, but my mother, as is the way with women, kept up a correspondence with her, and there was an occasional telephone call. I think that in the course of her business Hannah did sometimes drive back to the city and dropped in to see mum, but I was never there when this happened. 

My life continued along its academic and erotic path, my time being taken up with study and Freda. Then after four gruelling years the course came to an end. I shall not say I completed it triumphantly, but I had at least completed it and done quite well.  

Graduates from the course were quickly snapped up by the burgeoning electronics industry in our State and even before I graduated I had received a number of offers of employment. I intended to consider which offer I would accept, but then three things intervened. 

First, came a reaction to four years of intense study, and for all my success I became depressed. 

Second, Freda decided that she preferred another man, and to rub salt into the wound I learned that for a whole year she had been copulating with him as well as me. One factor about her leaving me was that the other guy was a bit older than me and had been working for some time, and therefore had more money to spend on Freda. I decided that all females were fickle and resolved to trust them no more. 

Third, a nasty bout of influenza of a particularly virulent kind flattened me for over two weeks. 

Putting all together it added up to a messed up and fit for nothing Jason mooning around and unable to focus on anything, let alone deciding on a job. 

At twenty two I suppose I should have been past the need for parental care, but my condition gave rise to considerable concern by mother and father. It was my normally not very imaginative father who came up with a bright idea. One morning while we ate breakfast he suddenly exclaimed, "Hannah. "

"Hannah, dear?" queried my mother. 

"Yes, he needs to get away for a while. "

"Who dear?"

"Jason of course. "

They began to talk as if I wasn't there, the upshot being that mother would telephone Hannah to see if she could "take me for a week or so. "

At that point they did deign to notice me and mother asked, in the tone of voice that suggested she was addressing a little child, "You'd like to spend a week or so with Aunty Hannah, wouldn't you. "

"Good for you lad," father added. "Country town, fresh air, get away for a while, eh?"

Not generally in a good temper at that time and annoyed by the way they had discussed things as if I was absent, I responded rather snappishly, "Hannah is not my aunt and I haven't called her "Aunt" for six years, and why the bloody hell would I want to spend a week or so in Jackborough and in an antique shop of all places?" 

My father, somewhat hurt by this response said rather forcefully, "Well you might as well moon around there as here. "

I saw the point. For all their concern they must have been fed up with seeing me hanging miserably round the house, and they needed respite from their wretched offspring. 

I softened to the idea, remembering that my parents were not well off and had made considerable sacrifices over the years so that I might reach the goal I had set myself; I relented. If it was okay with Hannah I'd go to Jackborough for a week, and after mother's telephone call a week it was to be. "She says she'd love to have you," mother announced. 

So there I was on the train heading for that "special stop" at Jackborough. 

Chapter 2. Arrival. 

The train was still a few kilometres out of Jackborough when it began to slow. The nearly kilometre long train was not to be stopped in a hurry. Old railway sidings began to pass us; abandoned rolling stock; workshops; an engine shed with an old steam engine still inside passed by; a pile of wooden sleepers still there long after the line had been converted to concrete sleepers. All were rather depressing reminders of the great railway days. 

The train crawled into the station and with a final squeal and a thump, stopped. I got out with my hand luggage, and farther down the train my suitcase was put out onto the platform from the luggage van. There was a klaxon like hoot from the engine and the train began its slow glide out of the station. 

No one else had got off or on the train and as the tinted window carriages crept past I was aware of curious passengers staring at my lone figure. 

I watched the train as its last carriage passed the platform and its rear diminished into the distance. I looked around at the station, and like the dreary remnants we had passed beyond the station, it carried all the signs of neglect. 

The buildings, probably some time in the nineteen fifties, had been tiled with little coloured tiles; no doubt very "with it" at the time. Now tiles had fallen off here and there, not to be replaced. The fluorescent lighting tubes, probably the same vintage as the tiles, were mainly broken. Walls were covered in graffiti and all had a depressing air of neglect; a depression that was reflected in me as I wondered what the hell I'd come to. 

Not a soul was in sight and I wondered how I was to get out of the place. I walked towards my suitcase standing in lonely isolation some metres along the platform. 

I had not reached it when a voice I recognised called out, "Jason... Jason... "

I turned and there was Hannah running towards me. Hugs, a smacking kiss and, "Jason, oh Jason, how lovely to see you... my goodness I'd forgotten how you've grown, I always picture you as a little boy... oh it is lovely to see you. "

She was right about my having grown since after all the years of looking up at her I now looked down at her. Her ebullient welcome cheered the day and even made the station look more acceptable. I went to pick up my suitcase but Hannah grabbed it and hoisting it on her shoulder said, "This way, I've got the van outside. "

We left the station and got into her van. I noticed that in the back were a number of old chairs, no doubt to become part of her stock in trade. We had only a little distance to go since Hannah's shop was in the main street and the street itself fronted the railway line. 

Chapter 3. The Shop. 

The shop was a great surprise. Most of the commercial premises were single storied, but Hannah's was two storied. The shop being downstairs, living and sleeping was officially upstairs, although unofficially Hannah did a lot of living downstairs to the extent that her small office had all that was necessary for tea and coffee making and a microwave oven for heating food. 

During the brief drive Hannah chatted on, apologising for not being on the platform when the train arrived, "But I had a customer who wanted a three eighth Whitworth bolt with a right hand thread. I knew I had one somewhere and but couldn't find it until I looked in the draw with the quarter inch bolts, and there it was; must have got chucked in by mistake. "

Arrival at the shop indicated that it was something more than an antique shop. Two customers were waiting outside and a hand printed notice on the door read, "Back in fifteen minutes. " 

"Got any half inch brass washers," one ancient gentleman asked. "Yes, in the third draw down," replied Hannah, "help your self. " 

"I'm looking for a tea cosy," whispered an elderly lady. 

"Ah... er... yes... er, over on that shelf," replied Hannah. 

The ancient came back with the brass washers and there was a brief haggling over the price and he went on his way almost rejoicing. The lady came over with a tea cosy that was surmounted with something resembling an animal's head with eyes that rolled about. There was more haggling. 

While Hannah dealt with the customers I let my eyes rove over the shop, figuratively speaking. It was not at all what I had expected. It ran the full depth of the building and from the brief glimpse I had got of the other shops, about twice as wide as them. True it had some antiques in the form of tables and chairs and a rather lovely carved chest, and there were a number of ornaments that might pass for antiques. However, the place would be better described a second-hand shop. 

One wall was festooned with drawers with labels indicating what they contained. Another wall had open shelves with a vast array of objects on display, including tea cosies; from hooks hanging from the ceiling other objects dangled and one area was given over to second-hand clothing. 

On the whole the impression was one of chaos and abundance since every corner seemed to be taken up with stock. 

Hannah returned from serving her customer and the flurry of commercial activity came to a halt for a while. In the exuberance of Hannah's welcome and her business activity I had not been able to survey her properly. She was dressed in a pair of khaki overalls and a tartan shirt. On most other people these would have been uninteresting; on Hannah they seemed to enhance the charms I had observed for the first time all those years ago. 

I got the distinct impression that those enchanting breasts were unbridled beneath the shirt. The overalls clung to her figure, emphasising the swell of her hips, but denied the viewer sight of those beautiful legs. Her hair was a trifle tousled, but her face, or for that matter her whole appearance and stance seemed to indicate abundant good health. It was a far cry from the rather pale and wan Hannah who had set out in the van for Jackborough. 

She extended her arms to me and said, "Come on Jason, we haven't greeted each other properly yet. " I thought we had done that at the station, but since Hannah seemed to want to repeat the performance I went to her and we hugged each other. 

I found it a trifle disturbing since Hannah obviously wanted to hang on. While we hugged she spoke softy in that gorgeous voice, saying things like, "It's been such a long time, darling; I've often thought about you and all the lovely times we had together. Do you remember when...?" and so on. 

I was disturbed because I could feel her breasts against me and our lower bodies seemed to be very close. To make matters worse I could smell her tantalising female aroma that was having a definite stimulating effect, making itself felt in the region of my genitals. 

Between sentences she kept pecking at me with little kisses. Had it been one of my girl friends I would have decided that things were leading up to a sexual intercourse, but since Hannah had once been "Aunt Hannah" and was at least twelve years older than me, I suspected that our close encounter was merely her pleasure at seeing me without any sexual connotation. 

The shop bell clattered announcing the arrival of another customer. This broke off our clinch and Hannah went to attend to a rather irascible guy, leaving me, despite my decision that there was nothing sexual in our embrace, with an incipient erection. 

"Got one of them knives with a fing fer takin' aht stones from 'orses 'ooves," he asked, "can't get one of the bleedin' things anywhere. "


Visiting Hannah



"Then you should have come to me first, Sid, you know I've got just about everything here. "

"Yers, yer right," he mumbled, and was led over to an array of knives. He made his choice, paid and left a happier man. 

"You have just about got everything here," I commented, "I'd like to take a good look over the place. "

"Later," said Hannah with a smile. "I'll show you your room and you can unpack. If anyone comes in I'll hear the bell. "

We went up a flight of stairs at the back of the shop, through what seemed to be a combined kitchen, dining room and lounge, and along a short passage with five doors. 

"Bedroom, bedroom, bedroom, bath room and toilet," said Hannah pointing to the various doors. "That's my room there and here's your room. "

She opened the door and my immediate impression was that she had furnished it out of her stock. There was a massive carved wardrobe and an equally impressive chest of drawers. The bedside table was a solid piece of work with a reading lamp standing on it. On the floor was a rug that looked as if it had come straight from the Middle East, but dominating the whole was a gigantic bed. 

"It's... er... it's a bit big," I said, indicating the bed. 

"Yes, it's beautiful, isn't it, said Hannah with a hint of pride in her voice. "I bought it from a rich pastoralist who said he was 'modernising'. I bet you could sleep four people comfortably in that. I bought the bed covers as well because you can't buy them big enough in the shops; he must have had them specially made. "

I could well believe it, and decided that pastoralists liked to sleep, copulate or both, in beds that imitated the vast hectares their cattle roamed over. 

"Hannah laughed and said, "You should see my bed... come on, come have a look. "

She took my hand and we went to the room next door. The room in general was startling in that everything seemed to be white; woodwork, walls, curtains, and even the rug on the floor, and above all the bed. It wasn't as large as mine and was one of those curtained affairs, the curtain of course being white. 

"I've often wondered why they had curtains round a bed," Hannah said. "I've heard a number of theories. One of them is that they're a left over from the old days and drafty castles, so they closed the curtains to try and keep the drafts out. Personally I think they had them so that if they were copulating early in the morning and a servant came in, they wouldn't be seen. "

I made no comment but thought the bed looked just the right place to enjoy a fair young maid. 

The shop bell clanged and Hannah said, "Better see what they want. I'll leave you to unpack. "

Since I had only brought enough things for "a week or so," my unpacking didn't take long, and what was unpacked almost disappeared in the vastness of wardrobe and chest of drawers. When I finished I inspected the bathroom and toilet and decided they were slightly more up to date than the bedroom furnishings, although the bath seemed to be more like a miniature swimming pool. 

"They must have liked bathing four at a time as well," I thought. 

Since water is a serious consideration in my country, and especially so in towns like Jackborough, I was relieved to see that there was also a shower of distinctly modern design, though looking slightly out of place beside the bath. However, since to even put a few centimetres of water into that bath might endanger the levels of the local water reserves, I decided that I would settle for a shower when the time came. 

I wandered downstairs to find Hannah engaged in haggling over the price of an old aluminium kettle. I took a slow turn round the place and noted that although attempts seemed to have been made to keep things into some sort of order, it looked as if the one making the attempt had been overwhelmed by the sheer disparate nature of the stock. 

The situation disturbed my desire for order; a desire that had been engendered in me throughout my course of studies. 

Hannah finished with her customer and said, "Darling, I can't take you round now, but go and have a look out the back, I think you'll find it interesting. After the shop's closed and we've eaten it'll still be light enough for me to show you a bit of the town. "

I went out through a door at the back of the shop and was a bit surprised. There was quite a large block of land, and there were vegetable and flower beds obviously well attended. In addition there were two sheds, one rather large, the other the size of a single car garage. 

I looked into the larger shed, and on seeing the contents went inside. There were several woodworking machines and in addition there were pieces of furniture that seemed to be in various stages of reconstruction. Different sizes of timber were lying on racks that were suspended from the roof, but most fascinating as far as I was concerned, was the array of electrical appliances; old radios and television sets; clothing irons; a couple of washing machines and numerous other bits and pieces, some of them disassembled as if being repaired. What really caught my eye, however, was a relatively new looking computer. 

Deciding I'd better not touch anything I left the shed and looked into what I had taken to be a garage, and this it proved to be. Standing there in splendour on wooden blocks and from the upholstery looking as if it had hardly been driven was a Morris Oxford of nineteen fifties vintage. I gave it a look over, wondering how it came to be there and why it seemed unused. The answer was to ask Hannah. 

Chapter 4. A Nasty Customer. 

Going back into the shop I found Hannah trying to deal with three customers. One, an elderly lady, was inspecting a tea service and she kept saying, "My mum had one of these when I was a kid. " 

Another, a spotty faced youth, was hunting for a "Foot pump ter blow up me tyres. " The third customer was a man who looked to be in his forties and he was talking in almost a whisper to Hannah who kept shaking her head and say, "No George' I've told you before, no, so do stop bothering me. "

While George could not be heard Hannah could, and the two other customers plus myself, had our ears cocked, obviously wondering what Hannah was saying "no" to. This was not revealed, at least, not then, because George, clearly annoyed, departed the shop leaving behind a red faced Hannah. 

I wanted to ask her if she was okay, but to cover her confusion she attended to her other customers. The spotty youth found his pump and the lady decided she would take the tea service. 

They left and business slackened again. I wanted to ask Hannah about the little fracas with George, but decided not to. 

Hannah said, "Let's have a cup of tea while things are quiet... oh my dear, I haven't asked you if you've eaten... are you hungry?"

I told her I'd eaten on the train, so she went on, "I won't cook tonight; we'll eat out at the hotel. I'll make the tea and you can tell me about your studies and your parents... how are they?" 

The talk went on for some time until the bell clanged again and a rather wretched looking young woman came in. Hannah seemed to know her and a whispered conversation took place. It ended with what looked like a child's dress being handed over and I didn't see any money change hands. 

Hannah came back with a strangely sad look on her face, but said nothing. 

While we sat drinking our tea I asked her about the car. 

"Oh, that," she replied, "I bought it from a farmer's widow. Way back they bought it new, and soon after her husband died. It seems she could never bring herself to use it so it sat in a shed on the farm for years. Finally she decided to sell it, so I gave her what she asked for, which was pathetic. I thought I might drive it, but as I seem to spend most of my time driving the van I've never got around to using it. Perhaps one day... Jason, would you like to use it while you're here?"

I laughed and said, "Hannah, after being so long unused it'll probably need a bit of inspection - you know, brake linings, they might have disintegrated. "

"Well, I drove it from the farm and it seemed okay. "

"I'll have a look at it if you like. "

"Do you know about things like that?... Oh, darling, you're supposed to be on holiday, you can't start working. "

"That's okay," I replied, "I'd probably enjoy playing around with it. By the way, who uses that machinery in the big shed and does all that pulling apart of all those electrical things?"

"Don't be so cheeky," Hannah laughed, "I do, but I'm not doing very well at it. I've done a lot of night school classes, but I don't think they really covered pulling electrical things apart and putting them back together again, but I'm okay at rebuilding old furniture. "

The shop bell clanged again and another customer entered, a middle aged man who looked a little apprehensive. 

"Hannah," I heard him say, "I'm looking for the statue of a naked woman for the amateur theatrical performance, and we need one for the set décor. "

"Ah," said Hannah, "I think I've got just what you need over here. "

I saw a statue produced and the customer asked if she would wrap it up. 

"Don't want to be seen carrying it around the town, do I?" the man said. 

Hannah laughed and said, "I'll come and see the production. "

"I'll send you round a couple of comps if you like. "

"Lovely," replied Hannah as the man left. 

Chapter 5. Confrontation and Threat. 

Hannah came back to the office and sighing said, "Soon be closing time and we can go and eat. " Shortly after the sign reading "Open" was turned round to read "Closed. "

I thought Hannah would want to change her overalls for something more formal, but no. She went upstairs and after apparently washing her face and hands came down again still overall clad. 

"Come on, let's go. "

We turned right out of the shop and began to walk along the main street. There were few people about and only a half a dozen cars still parked along the street. We came to a long low building with a sign reading, "Jackborough Hotel. " We entered and passing through a bar where a few men were drinking there were salutations of, "Hi Hannah, how's things?"

Hannah assured them that "Things are okay, its people who are a bit strange," and leaving their laughter behind us we went into a dining room that had a bar of its own. There were several tables but all were unoccupied at that stage. A man came over and said, "You can sit anywhere you like Hannah I haven't got many coming in tonight. "

He looked at me curiously but said nothing and Hannah made no introductions. We sat and looked at the roughly printed menu. 

"There's not much choice, Jason," she said, "but what there is usually damned good. "

Certainly it was plain fare on offer, so I chose a steak with vegetables. Hannah chose lamb chops also with vegetables. 

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked. 

"How about a bottle of shiraz?" I suggested. 

"Fine, but you'll have to go to the bar to get it. "

I walked over to the bar and for the first time noticed a couple of men standing there drinking. The barman served me the bottle of wine and gave me a couple of glasses, and it was only as I turned away I realised that one of the men at the bar was George, the gentleman of the afternoon fracas. 

He was looking at me intently in the way people who are drunk do as they try to focus. He said nothing as I turned away and returned to the table. 

"There's that guy who came into the shop this afternoon. "

"Yes, I know Jason; just take no notice of him. "

"What was the problem with him?"

"Oh, nothing to worry about. "

I could see that Hannah was looking a bit uncomfortable but I decided that it was none of my affair, so I didn't pursue the matter. 

Our food arrived and we began to eat. Hannah continued to ask me how things were "in the old place," meaning of course the area where she had once lived. We were eating and chatting quietly and George was forgotten until we suddenly saw him standing by our table. He was rocking back and forth and staring first at Hannah and then at me. 

"Shaw yer in the shop thish afternoon," he slurred, looking at me. A sneer came over his face and he went on, "Ain't yer goin' ter inter... inert... tell me who the boyfriend ish?"

"He's my nephew Jason," replied Hannah, not altogether truthfully. "Now please go away George, we want to eat in peace. "

"Go 'way Georsh," he mimicked, leaning over Hannah. "Its alwaysh fuckin' 'Go 'way Georsh', ain't it. 'I'm too fuckin' good fer yer Georsh, don' tush me Georsh'. Fuckin' shnooty bish. I know what bishes like you need and Georsh hash got it ready ter shick it in... " 

I rose out of my seat. George was a biggish guy but flabby and with a considerable paunch. I'm a reasonably big guy myself and nearly half George's age. I'm not a violent type so I said to George quietly, "Hannah and I want to enjoy our meal in peace, George, so why don't you go back to the bar and have another drink?"

"Ow my gawd, don' he talk posh, an' he'sh sush a pretty boy. I think I'll shpoil 'is fash a bit. "

He pulled back his arm to swing a punch at me but his drinking mate and the barman had come up behind him and grabbed him. 

"Come on George, we don't want no trouble and you've had a few. "

The struggling George spate at us, "I'll 'ave a few fuckin' more ash well, then I'll fixsh pretty boy nephew. "

His mate lugged George back to the bar and the barman said, "Look out for him, mate, he used to be a well known street fighter and he can still be a rough handful. He's been in jail a few times for grievous bodily harm and stuff like that. "

"I'll watch out for him," I replied. 

The meal was spoilt and we rose to leave. The man who had served us, who turned out to be the manager, came hurrying over. 

"God I'm sorry Hannah. I should have known there'd be trouble when George saw you, especially with another bloke. Look, the meal's free and take the bottle of wine with you. "

"The 'bloke' with me is my nephew Jason; Jason, this is Jeff Clark the manager. "

We shook hands and Jeff repeated the barman's warning. "Be careful of that bloke Jason; don't let him get you on your own because he can be very nasty. "

"It's okay Jeff; I can look after myself, thanks all the same. "

He looked at me and grinned and said, "Yes, you look as if you can, perhaps I should be giving the warning to George. But seriously, he's not above using a broken bottle or anything else nasty he can get his hands on. Sorry about the spoilt meal, but don't stay away Hannah; I'll just keep an eye out another time and if George is here you can eat in the back parlour. "

We left the hotel, Hannah looking very miserable. "I'm so sorry, Jason. Your first day here and all this unpleasantness and I wanted it to be so nice for you; I suppose you worked out what all that was about?"

We didn't make our tour of the town so we re-entered the shop, the bell clanging behind us. 

"There's nothing for you to be sorry for, Hannah, and yes, I think I understand the situation. He wants you and won't take 'no' for an answer. "

We climbed the stairs to the living area and sat down in a couple of armchairs. 

"You're right Jason. He came in a couple of days after I took over the shop. He was looking for a half inch wood chisel or something like that. I wasn't sure where the stock was – I'm still not always sure;" she gave a wry grin. 

"It took some time for me to find what he wanted and all the time he made little hints – you know the sort of thing. After that he kept coming in for all sorts of things I'm sure he didn't really want, and then he came in just to hang around. "

"He's really got it bad," I commented. 

"Yes, he finally got around to it – said I looked as if I needed a man in my life, and he knew of a 'real man who knows how to give a woman what she needs'; he meant himself of course. As you say, he won't take 'no' for an answer. Let's forget him; I've got a couple of cold chicken legs in the fridge and we can drink the wine. "

Chapter 5. Questions and Desire. 

It was hard to forget George and the unpleasantness he had caused, and we sat a little morosely until the wine began to loosen us up. 

Hannah had only asked general questions up to that point, but now, under the influence of a little alcohol, she got a bit more personal. 

"Got a current girl friend, Jason? I know you used to be quite a devil with the girls when you were at high school. "

This was a subject that still hurt so I mumbled something about not having a current girl friend. "Your mother told me you had a girl, Freda I think, that you were quite struck on; she even thought you might get married. "

A pang of anguish speared through me. I didn't want the matter pursued. I was sure that my mother must have mentioned my break up with Freda and that Hannah was offering me the chance to talk about it, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I said something about it being "all over," and I think my tone of voice indicated that I didn't want to go on with the subject. 

Hannah, having got the message, turned to the subject of the shop. 

"What do you think of it, Jason?"

"It's got a lot of possibilities Hannah; needs a bit of working on though. "

"Yes, I know, but you should have seen the state it was in when I took it over. I think the old guy I bought it from just used to chuck things anywhere. I've tried to straighten it out, but it's a matter of time. This afternoon was a bit slow and usually people are coming in for all sorts of things. " 

"During holiday times and weekends the tourists come through looking for a bit of nostalgia; then I often have to go out to collect items people want to sell. On top of that I get dealers coming from the city seeing what they can pick up. "

"You're doing all right, then?"

"A bit better than breaking even, but I could do a lot better if only I could get at things. I mean, the stuff out in the shed; refurbishing things, repairing them. The shop is like this town, there's a lot that can be done with it if only I could get around to it. "

I noted the reference to the town but didn't follow up on it. I wanted to have a look around and come to my own conclusions about the place. I could see that Hannah was so caught up in her work she wouldn't have much time to take the walk we were supposed to have that evening, so I resolved to take myself off next morning for a look. 

It was time for bed and the wine had made me sleepy, so I asked Hannah if it was okay for me to have shower. Permission granted I showered, wrapped myself in a dressing gown and went to bid Hannah goodnight. 

She was sitting at the table poring over some ledgers. "Trying to keep up," she said, "but I'll have to give up shortly, I'm tired. "

I said "goodnight," and Hannah smiled a trifle coyly and said, "Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?"

I bent over her to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head and said, "Properly," and brought her lips to mine. 

Her lips felt warm and moist, and once again smelling her female fragrance I got an instant erection. Irrationally I felt a wave of anger pass through me. She could arouse me, however inadvertently, but I knew that what she inspired could have no fulfilment. 

"Goodnight, darling," she said softly, "it's so good to have you here, and let's hope it will be a better day tomorrow. "

I hurried to my bedroom because despite the dressing gown I feared she might notice my hard throbbing discomfiture. 

I turned on the lamp beside the bed and it cast a warm soft glow over the room. The vast expanse of the bed looked uninviting. I went to the window that looked out over the back of the town. The houses were cloaked in moonlight. Nothing seemed to stir, the houses looking as if carved out of dark grey carbon. 




Visiting Hannah



I glanced up at the moon that was close to being full and for a while I was almost spellbound by it. In the city light pollution obscures much of the night sky glory, but here the stars glittered brightly and the moon was an intense golden yellow. 

I remembered reading how in the distant past people had worshipped the moon as a heavenly deity, and always it seemed the moon had been "She," the female as opposed to the male deity, the Sun. It occurred to me that whereas the sun's brightness unmercifully exposes both beauty and ugliness, the moon like a gracious goddess gently hid in deep shadows our defects. 

I broke away from my reverie as I recalled how once Hannah had been my goddess, my Juno; perhaps she still was. 

I sighed and decided to brave the bed. Unlike modern beds that you drop down on, this monster had to be climbed up to. Once on the thing there were a number of choices to be made. Would I sleep in the middle, the left or the right? It was firm yet surprisingly comfortable and seemed to have no pre-made indents into which one might fall. I opted for the middle. 

I switched off the bedside light and lay back. It was a warm night and I was naked, the bed covers pushed back. My mind still ran on the goddess Juno, and from out of the recesses of my mind I remembered the caption that went with the picture in the encyclopaedia. It said something about Juno being the goddess of marriage and child birth. 

"Hannah's marriage came to an end and she has no children," I thought, did that disqualify her as a Juno figure? Perhaps, yet it had also said that Juno was a woman of stately beauty. Well Hannah was certainly that even in her overalls – maybe more in her overalls than in anything else. 

My erection was still giving me problems and this was not really surprising since I hadn't been with a woman for a long time, so action was called for. I began to slowly stroke my foreskin over the crown of my penis and as I did I began to think of those who might have begun the process of procreation on this very bed. Women, legs parted as men poured their life giving seed into them. 

This thought caused me to speed up my movements until with a final groan my own seed shot out of my urethra to cascade down over my hand and onto my belly. When the last eruption ended I lay back for a moment breathing deeply as I relaxed. 

I felt as if I might drop off to sleep, and cursed myself for not bringing something to bed with me to clear up the mess. I clambered out of the monster and rummaged in the chest of drawers to find a handkerchief to wipe myself with. The sperm had started to run down my legs and was growing cool and sticky. I managed to clean up and told myself I must remember to rinse the handkerchief out in the morning so that there was no chance Hannah would see it if I put it in the washing machine. 

I put the handkerchief under one of the three pillows that the bed had, curled up and went to sleep. 

Even in sleep Juno did not leave me. Some time during the night she came to me in a dream, or was it a nightmare? She came, tall, incredibly beautiful and oddly with a golden moon shining behind her. I seemed to be lying on a couch, and Juno stood over me and said, "Come Jason, hero of the Golden Fleece, make me with child. "

The long white robe she was wearing dropped from her to reveal a body of incredible beauty. I was naked and my penis reared up like a great tower. She came astride me and spoke again; "The seed of your loins shall give me many offspring. " With that she began to lower herself on to me. I looked up at her face, and it was the face of Hannah smiling down at me. 

I was jolted out of sleep and for a moment didn't know where I was. Then I felt stickiness under me; I had ejaculated again. I groped for the already sperm laden handkerchief and finding it I searched for the switch of the bedside light. When I could see I tried to clean up the mess I had made on the sheet and although I managed to get rid of some of it, what had soaked into the sheet was unmoveable. 

To avoid the wet spot I opted for the left side of the bed and managed to go back to sleep to be awakened again by a distant rumbling sound that drew ever closer. I tried to work out what it could be and then a long mournful hooting sound told me; it was a train. 

It passed by on the other side of the road that fronted the shop with a seemingly endless clatter and clanging. It had not occurred to me that freight was still moved by rail, but as I was to learn, trains of enormous length carried goods in containers, and also the products of mines many kilometres up the line, passing on the other side of the road day and night. 

Eventually the noise stopped, and I once more managed to go off to sleep. 

Chapter 6. Frustration and a Walk. 

When I woke in the morning I clambered down the mountainside, remembering to retrieve the handkerchief, and putting on my dressing gown headed for the bathroom. During the course of washing my hands and face in the basin I washed out the handkerchief – it's no easy job removing sperm from handkerchiefs. The day was already warm, so I put on a pair of shorts and a shirt and headed for what I hoped would be breakfast. 

Hannah was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper, but putting aside the paper she rose and came to me. She was wearing something resembling a kimono, loose and flowing. That she was naked underneath was obvious, and as she came to me her breasts moved in that alluring way noticeable with women who have full firm breasts. 

She pressed close to me and kissed me, then said, "Good morning darling, did you sleep well. " Her body held close to me had that warm, soft and relaxed feeling that morning seems to bring to some women. I don't think she had showered and her femaleness came to my nostrils more potently and beguilingly than ever. 

For all that I had ejaculated twice during the night another erection was in the making. "God, she's woman... all woman," I thought, and not for the first time I wondered how Ted could have left all this. 

In answer to her question I did not mention the wet dream that had woken me up, but did say I had heard the train. 

"Yes," she said, "you'll probably hear quite a few, but you get used to it and after a while don't even hear them. "

Hannah cooked some bacon and eggs and as we ate she asked me what I was going to do that day. 

"I thought I'd take a look around the town," I replied. 

She smiled and said, "It won't take you long. I'll be interested to hear what you think of it. "

She finished eating and together we cleared up and she went off for her shower. I went out of the shop and stood for a moment looking right and left. I opted for the right and began my walk along the main street. 

A lot of the shops were vacant and all had a run down look as if nobody cared any more. I passed the hotel where we had eaten... or tried to eat in the previous evening. At the end of the street the paddocks began, so I went up a side street and then threaded my way back and forth through the streets that were the residential areas. The houses, like the shops, with a few exceptions, looked neglected. 

Coming in this way to the other end of the town I returned to the main street again and made my way back to the shop, this time passing the Town Hall and a couple of churches. I noted that there were some houses on the other side of the railway line, so I crossed over the road, then over the line, and took a look. 

The houses had a standard look about them and I conjectured that they had once been housing for the railway workers when the railway had been in it glory days. 

I crossed back to the main street and entered the shop. It had taken me a couple of hours to traverse the town. 

Two customers were browsing and Hannah seemed to be trying to bring some order to a shelf with saucepans on it. She looked up and smiled asking, "Would you make a cup of tea, Jason, I haven't had a minute to myself?"

She was back in her overalls and shirt and standing on some steps to reach the shelf. I wished she'd come down and hug me again she looked so... so... delicious. 

I set about making the tea and Hannah joined me in the office. People came and went, some buying some not. The place was never crowded, but there seemed to be a constant flow of customers, some of them asking for the most outlandish things. 

To my amazement one guy asked, "Have you got a copy of John Wesley's sermons?" I was even more amazed when Hannah said, "Yes, I think so," and led him over to where second hand books were located; and yes, there was a copy. 

It was clear that Hannah did not want to ask me what I thought about the town in the shop, in case I made negative comments and was overheard by a customer. After finishing our tea Hannah went back to her tidying and I helped her. 

During the course of the day I noticed that a number of men entered, saying things like, "I was passing so I thought I'd drop in. " I could see very clearly that their objective was the same as George's, although none of them were as crude and aggressive. 

Hannah treated them in a polite, friendly manner, introducing me to several of them. She continued to refer to me as her "nephew," and I thought I could see the look of relief on some of their faces. I wasn't a rival for Hannah's hand – or bed. 

Although I felt little stabs of jealousy if Hannah seemed a bit over friendly, I couldn't blame these men. Most of them seemed to be in their late thirties or early forties and I was sure that some, if not all of them, must have been married, but I understood their desire to see Hannah, even if it was only to look and languish. After all, I was doing my own share of looking and languishing. 

Hannah heated up a couple of pies for lunch and as we sat eating I said, "I saw a computer in the shed, does it work?"

She gave a little chuckle and said, "I don't know. Some poor old chap brought it in and said that his son had given it to him and he couldn't get it to work. He actually wanted to give it to me for nothing, but I gave him a few dollars just to get it off his hands. I don't know anything about them, do you?"

It was my turn to laugh; "Hannah I've just spent four years, much of them learning about computers. "

"Ah, yes, of course. "

"Do you want me to look at it? It might be perfectly all right. "

"Yes... yes... do you think I could sell it?"

"Why sell it? You might be able to use it here. "

"How?"

"Well, you could use it to help organise and keep track of your stock. "

"It can't do that, can it?"

"It can do exactly that. I'll take a look at it. "

That afternoon in the shed I assembled the computer. It was an older model but when I switched on it was perfectly all right. The programmes, like the computer itself, were not the latest, but they would be quite adequate for the purpose I had suggested. 

When I told Hannah she looked doubtful. She had used a computer while working as a doctor's receptionist, but it had been a limited programme devised for a specific purpose. 

"I don't think I would be able to use it," she said. 

"Hannah, I'll make a start on it and teach you what to do. In fact I'll start tomorrow. "

"Darling, you're on holiday and your mother said... "

"Never mind what mother said, and anyway, there's not much to do around here, is there?"

"There's a lot to do, but not in the way you mean. "

Chapter 7. Telling the Goddess. 

I let that pass and as it was getting near closing time I asked, "Where do we eat tonight, the hotel again?"

"If you don't mind; it's so difficult... I feel terrible asking you here and not being able to look after you properly. "

"I don't need looking after, Hannah I can look after myself. "

It suddenly hit me that in a couple of days I had gone from being miserable drooping wretch, to feeling good about myself, even if I did get frustratingly horny over Hannah. 

I decided to pay an appropriate compliment and said, "Being with you Hannah has done me a lot of good. "

"Has it really? What a lovely thing to say. "

She gave me one of her all enfolding hugs and warm moist kisses. I started to get another erection. An elderly gentleman looking at some photograph albums stared at us, intrigued. 

George wasn't at the hotel that evening so we ate our meal in peace. As we left I bought a bottle of wine and for a while we wandered along the main street. Hannah pointed out things that had not been obvious to me during my morning, and then asked, "Have you looked over the old railway yards?"

"No," I replied, "why?"

"Very interesting," was her only reply. 

We wandered back to the shop and went upstairs. I opened our bottle of wine and poured. Relaxing in the armchairs and under the influence of the wine we began to talk. Hannah began to speak about her meeting with Ted and working as his receptionist. I responded by telling her about some of my girl friends, but avoided any reference to Freda. 

"You really did get on well with the girls didn't you?"

"Yes, and I can remember who encouraged me," I laughed. 

"Who?" 

"You did. "

"Me?"

"Yes, you; my mother would have had a fit if she knew some of the things I confided in you about girls. "

Hannah laughed and said, "Yes, I suppose she would, but it was good to be able to talk to someone, wasn't it?"

"Yes, especially when that someone gave me my first condoms. "

"Well, we had to keep you out of trouble, didn't we?"

"Seriously, Hannah, I'm very grateful to you. "

"Good. Do you remember the first time you felt... I mean... when you really knew about men and women... I'm not putting it very well... when you felt... "

"When I first stopped thinking of women as mothers and aunts and suppliers of food and drink?"

We both laughed. "Yes, I suppose I do mean something like that. When was it, do you remember? I can't remember my first time... I mean, I can remember the first time I had sex, but I can't remember the first time I felt something about a boy. "

"I can... about a girl I mean. "

"Really? Oh please tell me Jason. "

"You might not like it. "

I think the alcohol was getting to us and Hannah went on. "Please tell me, it must be fascinating. "

"You're sure you want to know?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"All right; one afternoon I came into your back garden. You were lying on a sun lounge in a two-piece. I hadn't seen you like that before and I... well... I... "

"Oh Jason, you didn't!" 

"You offered me a drink and some cake, but I was thinking about other things. "

Hannah laughed, "Jason, you're making it up. "

"No. "

"You really mean you wanted to... to... do something with me? How old were you?"

"I think about thirteen. "

"Ah. "

"I don't know that I wanted to do things with you, but it was the first time I really noticed you as a woman, if you know what I mean. "

"I think so. "

"When you stood up I thought you looked like a goddess... I thought about you like that for a long time. "

"A goddess!"

"Well, you know how it is when you're young and you see... "

"Which goddess? I bet it was a horrible one. "

"Juno, I saw a picture of her and you reminded me of her. "

"That's so sweet, Jason and I had no... wait a minute, I think I can remember now. You stood there staring at me. "

"Yes. "

"Oh, my darling Jason," she laughed, "and to think I didn't know. "

"Well, you know now. "

"Yes. "

Chapter 8. The Silence. 

An awkward silence fell between us. I was beginning to regret that I said anything – had revealed so much of myself. Hannah wasn't looking at me any longer and the smile had gone out of her eyes. She glanced up at the clock and said, "Time for bed I think, goodnight. "

No hugging or kissing, she hurried from the room and entered her bedroom. 

Telling myself I'd been a bloody fool and I'd probably spoilt my relationship with Hannah for ever I went to bed. There was no masturbating that night and for a long time I tossed and turned, writhing within at the thought of what an idiot I'd been. 

A train rumbled by and soon after I dropped into merciful oblivion. 

In the morning Hannah was already up and dressed in her overalls and shirt. She gave me breakfast but didn't join me. Heading for the stairs down to the shop she said, "I'd better get started. "

Miserable and embarrassed I finished eating, cleaned up my plates and headed for the computer. I would have liked to have stayed out in the shed, away from Hannah, but the work I had to do was better done in the office. I moved the computer to the office and began the task. 

Apart from setting the whole thing up I found that that trying to discover what stock actually existed was a major task in itself. I went back and forth trying to find what there was and how much. I wanted Hannah to put a monetary value on objects but was too afraid to break the silence between us. I decided to deal with the money aspect later, if ever. 

As I realised just what a task I'd undertaken I began to regret I'd ever offered, but decided I had to slog on regardless. 

Hannah spent her time dealing with customers or the endless task of trying to get some order into the place. She didn't stop for a break and some of the people coming in wanted to sell her things, and that added to the stock and its chaos. I knew that out in the shed there was work to be done. People telephoned in to offer goods, and these needed to be collected by Hannah with her van, but there seemed to be no time. 

At lunch time I decided that enough was enough. If we weren't going to talk I might just as well pack my bags, catch the daily bus or hitch a ride back to the city, there being no passenger train due through for several days. 

At twelve thirty I arbitrarily turned the notice round to indicate the shop was closed. Before Hannah could protest I said, "We've got to talk, Hannah. We can't go on with this silly silence. I'm sorry I said what I did last night, but really it was all a long time ago and you did ask me to tell you. "

"Yes, I know, Jason, and I feel rather ashamed that I did. I suppose it was the wine and... well I don't know... female curiosity. "

"I think I should leave, Hannah. "

For a moment she looked at me thunderstruck, then burst out, "No don't go, Jason, don't go yet. There's no reason for you to go if only we start talking again. "

"Aren't you shocked at what I told you?"

"Darling, of course not; it was a young boy's awakening I suppose, it just happened that I was the one who... who was there," she ended lamely. 

I could have told her that the awakening had started all over again, but had enough wit to keep quiet. "Anyway," I thought, "at least we're talking again. "

"Then if it's okay with you I'll stay, but I've got myself into something trying to set up your stock on the computer, there's so much of it and it's so messy, it'll take days... even weeks. "

Hannah laughed and said, "I do try, but I've almost given up myself, so why don't you?"

"No, I'll do what I can, but I'll have to teach you to use the computer before I leave. "

"All right, but I don't know when. There are things I should be doing out in the shed, and I usually reserve the evenings for that. "

"And you've already lost two evening entertaining me. "

"Oh, darling, I haven't lost them; it's been wonderful to have you here. "

"Even after last night?"

"Yes, even after last night. "

With that I was sent out to buy some fish and chips for lunch which we ate while we discussed ways and means of getting the place straight. 

Chapter 9. Wine and Women. 

That afternoon the shop stayed shut because Hannah had to go out with the van to collect various items. She suggested I went with her, but I said I'd continue trying to set up things on the computer. She was away for about two hours. I saw people come to the shop door and look at the notice and then walk off, some of them huffily. I was becoming more and more aware of what Hannah had taken on and how difficult it all was. 




Visiting Hannah



Hannah brought back some old cottage chairs and a table. Into the shed they went to join the other things waiting to be dealt with. That evening we didn't go to the hotel and having a bit of time at her disposal Hannah made a shepherd's pie. 

I suggested that I might go to the shed with her and we'd try and get some work done out there. A misty look came into her eyes and she said, "Oh no, darling, not this evening; why don't you go to the hotel and get us another bottle of wine and we'll have a cosy evening together. "

After the previous evenings no doubt alcohol inspired revelation I thought she might have been wary, but I said nothing and went out for the wine. 

When I came back Hannah was not in sight, but I heard the shower running. I busied myself uncorking the bottle then sat waiting. Hannah's voice called out, "If you've opened the bottle pour out a couple of glasses, darling. "

I was in the process of pouring when from behind me Hannah said, "Look at me Jason, see, I've still got it. "

I turned to see Hannah standing there in the two-piece she had worn all those years ago. The effect on me was the same as it had been then. I was almost transfixed by her beauty. 

Her hands were placed over her breasts, holding the cups of the top. 

"Do I still look like a goddess, Jason?"

I struggled to speak; my penis had risen and was throbbing agonisingly. "Yes," I choked out, "You'll always be my goddess. "

She looked at me intently for a moment. I had only my shorts on and she must have seen the lump in my groin; then she said, "I think this is what you want to see. "

She removed her hands from her top; it fell away to land on the floor, and I saw her naked breasts. 

I had seen many other female breasts, but none quite like Hannah's. Others, even those of young girls, had always drooped a little; Hannah's were proud and firm. Her long pink nipples stood out, showing all the signs of her female arousal. My legs began to shake and I felt weak. If she wanted to torment me almost beyond bearing, she had succeeded. 

She removed her bottom garment and asked, "Do you still like me, Jason," she asked very softly. 

"Oh God, you know I do Hannah. "

She extended her arms to me, and on shaking legs I went to her and knelt. I suppose this might seem ridiculous, but in that moment I really did worship her. I looked at her sex organ and I could see it was denuded of pubic hair. 

Her labia looked swollen yet firmly cleft. She moved her legs apart a little and I pressed my lips to what for me was her sacred place. I smelt her femaleness, that fragrance that had in the past tantalised me, and now came to me more potent that ever. There was a little shimmer of lubricant on her labia and I licked it and it tasted of honey. 

I rose and she pulled close to me moving her pelvis with a rhythmic gyrating motion against mine, kissing me fervently, and her tongue seeking the recesses of my mouth. 

She broke away from the kiss, and still in her soft voice said, "Darling, it's time to stop tormenting each other. Ever since we met at the station we've wanted each other, so the time has come. "

"But I didn't know you... "

"No, it doesn't show so much on a woman, but I could see that you wanted me. That's why the silence this morning; I was trying to work out how I could get us started. "

I cupped one of her breasts, feeling its warm firmness. "Hannah, oh Hannah," was all I could say. 

"It's all right darling, let's go to bed and make each other happy. "

Tradition seems to have it that the man takes the lead in all these things, but it was Hannah who had taken over and continued to do so. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. The lamp beside the bed was already on and in its soft glow she unzipped my shorts. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. 

Our naked bodies clung together as we kissed each other like starving people with food placed before them. My hand was fondling her breast and I felt her grasp my penis and begin to stroke it. I was near to ejaculating so I moaned, "Hannah, I'm going to come. " 

"No darling, in me... come in me, I need you. "

She lay on the bed pulling me down on top of her opening her legs to receive me. Guided by her hand I plunged into her and then felt something I had never experienced with such force before. Her vagina seemed to be clamped around my penis, making spasmodic gripping and releasing movements, and at the same time she seemed to be sucking me down into her. 

Each new grip drew a groan from me. She was warm and very wet and as she said, "Now, darling, now, put it in me... deep in me," I drew back and as the first eruption approached I plunged into her, my hands under her buttocks, her vagina sucking me in, and I released myself into her. 

I drew back again and then plunged down time after time pumping my semen into her. She was crying out, "Yes... yes... yes my love... yes. "

How does one express the inexpressible; the love, the lust, the passion that made me want to consume her? At last I had my goddess and she was beyond anything I had known before, the lovely, the incomparable Juno... Hannah. 

I knew then that even when I had not realised it – when over the years Hannah seemed to fade from my thoughts - deep down she had always been there, the one against whom all other women had been unconsciously measured. Now, at last, I had the reality I had longed for. 

With the last spurt of my seed into her I cried out, "I love you Hannah. "

Her voice close to my ear said, "I know you do, darling, just as I I love you. "

I began to relax as that post-coital peace flowed over me; the peace that follows a deeply satisfying sexual union. Hannah began to cry out with increasing urgency, "Don't leave me.... don't leave me... I need... I need, then she gave a whimpering little moan followed by a weeping howl, "Aaaaeow," and she was working herself over my still partially erect shaft. She clutched at me, digging her nails into my back. I looked at her face as she orgasmed - saw the waves of agony and joy pass over it like sun and shadow over a field on a cloudy day. 

Her legs embraced me and her hands pulled at my buttocks and as she climaxed she let forth a piercing scream and then began to sob. Always with other women they had either climaxed a little before or during my ejaculation. It was with Hannah that for the first time that I was able, as it were, to objectively observe a female orgasm. I think I shall always recall it as the most beautiful experience in my life. 

As the convulsions of her climax diminished she looked up at me, smiling timidly as if wondering if all was well. "That was wonderful," I told her, and then she gave a sob shaken sigh and buried her face against my neck. 

I could feel the wetness of her tears against my skin as still lying on her, my penis still in her vagina, I stroked her hair. 

For a while we lay like that, at peace, and then unexpectedly Hannah seemed to spring back into life. She pulled my mouth to hers and began to swirl wet lips over them, and then she was tonguing me. 

I dragged myself away from her and as her hands grasped at me I took her nipple into my mouth as I caressed her other breast. My manhood had hardened again and with my fingers I explored her saturated sex organ. I could feel the sticky melange of our fluids as I tasted the sweetness of her long pink nipple. 

She was crying out again and I would have penetrated her, but she held me tight to her crying out, "Don't stop... don't stop... " I found her clitoris and circled it with my finger and she was howling again. "Jason... oh Jason... " Then the whimpering cries again followed by the scream and she was thrashing up and down as her orgasm shook her, her cries changing to what sounded like, "Eeerow. " 

As her climax passed her hold on me relaxed and I came between her legs again and entered. She was still experiencing the aftershocks of her orgasm as I unloaded into her again, then together we came down from the heights to lie side by side embracing. 

Hannah had buried her face against my chest and in that post-coital serenity I dozed off to sleep, to be awakened by Hannah gently shaking me saying, "Wake up Jason, we're in a terrible mess. "

She was right; her copious lubricating and my enormous discharge of sperm had slowly oozed out of Hannah's vagina to form a now cool sticky pool on the bed sheet. I could smell the fishy odour that seems to follow coitus. 

"We've got to clean up, darling, we can't sleep in this. " She got off the bed tugging at me until I joined her, and we went to the shower. While we showered the practical woman emerged and she said, "If we go back to my bed we'll have to change the sheet, so let's use your bed instead. " 

She was washing my penis at the time while I strove to remove the residue of our juices from her vagina. An erection had been forming but faded in the face of her pragmatism – the fade did not last long. 

While drying her I yielded to temptation and began to suck on one of her nipples. Hannah, again the practical one, said, "Darling, it must be very uncomfortable bending over me like that, let's get to bed. "

She sounded very eager and I soon found out why. Once on my bed she put two pillows under her buttocks to raise her sex organ and said, "If I'm your goddess, then worship at my shrine. " 

She opened her outer labia with her fingers and I knew what was required of me. I got between her legs and for a moment looked at her genitals. The soft pink inner lips seemed to be flickering across the entrance to her inner sanctum as if inviting me to act. I kissed the sweet spot, and then began to lick and suck, tasting and smelling her more intoxicatingly than ever. I think I was truly worshipping her. 

Hannah began to make little noises like, "Mmmya... mmmya," until I sought and found her clitoris. Stroking it with my tongue while inserting a finger into her vaginal tunnel her cries increased in volume and she began to vibrate violently and her cries changed, taking on a pleading note. 

"Oh darling... no... no... no... I can't.... I can't stand it again... please don't make... naaaa. "

I had to hang on to the thighs tightly to remain in contact with her. I increased the pace and intensity of my licking and thrusting, and with an almighty shriek she was beyond asking for my mercy and in the grip of a massive orgasm. 

At one stage she was so frantic it almost seemed that the climax would tear her apart. I even felt a little scared at the power of what I had helped to unleash in her. Then she was through and coming down the other side, still pulsating but with cries now a gentle whimper. 

I had a raging erection and began to move up her body to penetrate her, but she closed her legs and pushed me away, and while still experiencing the last tremors she sobbed, "No... no... not like that. "

I was puzzled at what she meant until, with the last quiver of her orgasm, she moved down my body and kissed the tip of my penis. For a while she licked it, tasting my clear sticky discharge. Briefly she looked up at me, smiled and said, "I haven't tasted or smelt a man for so long," and then she took my crown into her mouth. 

I had learned that some women do not like men ejaculating into their mouths and others do not mind – even enjoy it. With Hannah I didn't know. I cried out a warning, "Hannah, I'm coming. " She continued her sucking more intensely than ever and further down my shaft. 

I came, the first discharge bursting out of my urethra. I put my hands behind her head and held her to me, working my penis back and forth in her mouth as she fought to swallow my sperm. The power of my orgasm matched hers and I span off into a whirling universe of bright and flashing lights as I pumped into her. 

When it was over Hannah looked up at me. Sperm hung on her lips and was oozing down her chin. She moved up my body and kissed me, thrusting the still warm semen into my mouth. My lower face was covered in her fluid and we tasted and smelt the delicious sexual cocktail we had made. 

She fell back beside me. We were both drained of energy after our love making, but wonderfully at peace. After few minutes we rose and once more cleaned ourselves, but this time only at the hand basin. After that I fell into a dreamless sleep. 

Chapter 10. The Morning after. 

I woke in the morning with, despite my output of the night before, my familiar morning erection, but this time with a difference. Hannah, already dressed for the day in her overalls and shirt, was sitting on the bed beside me slowly stroking my foreskin over the crown of my penis. 

"W-w-what are you doing?"

She looked at me with a mischievous grin. "I'm going to make you come like this and it's no use you trying to resist because I'm going to carry on until you do come. "

"Why... what for... "

"Because, my darling, I've never actually seen a man ejaculate and I want to know what it looks like. I've felt it but never seen it. 

"But... "

"Don't argue, you're in my power and you know it, so lay back and enjoy it. "

I was certainly in her power. She had already got me to the point where I would have done anything for her not to stop. 

Her movements became more rapid and I thrust up and down with her strokes. She began to force my foreskin back harder, giving me a delicious pain. I felt it coming, and with a violent outburst sperm shot out of urethra. 

Hannah had been leaning over my shaft as if fascinated by what she was doing to me. The first eruption of my juice struck her on the cheek and before she could move back a second explosion of my glutinous fluid hit her. 

As the power of my discharge decreased to become a bubbling outflow it began to run over her hand and down onto my groin. When I finished Hannah chuckled and said, "Now, my darling, I know just what you're doing inside me. "

She produced a cloth and wiped her face, then mopped up the sperm that had poured over me. Then again chuckling she said, "Got to open the shop," and almost danced out of the room singing. 

I lay still for a while contemplating all that had happened. To say I felt wonderful would be an understatement. It wasn't simply the sexual actions we had performed, each one of them I had experienced before, apart from the wonderful grasp of Hannah's vaginal muscle. It was the powerful bond I felt with Hannah, the belonging, the homecoming. I had found "The One"; my goddess had been merciful; I would worship at her shrine and no other. 

The day was truly amazing. We both seemed to have an exuberant energy and we worked with joy. We flung ourselves into the tasks, organising the place, and although at the end of the day a mountain of work remained to be done, we felt as if we had made inroads into the task. 

Customers came and went and Hannah seemed to deal with them in high humour, making even the dourest client go away smiling. I think it safe to say that both of us had found a new joy in living. 

The strain of four years of intense study, the loss of Freda and my seeming fragility after influenza had dissipated. I felt strong and vibrant. 

Chapter 11. Love Grows. 

We ate at the hotel again that evening and on returning to the shop decided on an "early night. " 

The fierceness of our previous night had diminished. Our love making was unhurried as we enjoyed each other's bodies. I played with Hannah's beautiful breasts for a long time as she laid back stroking my hair and whispering words of love. 

It was as she sat across me, my penis in her vagina and for a while unmoving that Hannah spoke of something that I had not even thought of. 

"Darling, you're due to go home in a couple of days. "

Her words struck me like a bolt of lightening out of a clear blue sky. I gasped, "I can't... I can't leave... you don't want me to... you don't want me to go, do you?"

"No, my love, but it may have to be. Your work; you've got to get a job and begin your career. Darling, I wouldn't try to stand in the way of your whole future. I didn't begin all this to make demands on you that would wreck your life. I love you enough to let you go. "

"But I don't want to go; I want to be with you. "

"Living in a small town with a woman twelve years older than you?"

Age difference was another thing I had not thought about. It hadn't seemed to matter. In Hannah I had found all I wanted in a woman so what difference did twelve years make? However successful my career might be, was I to spend the rest of my life looking for Hannah if every woman I copulated with?

I spoke my thoughts to her and compromised; I would telephone my parents to say I would stay another week with Hannah. 

I said nothing, but it did occur to me that my parents might not be very pleased if they knew what Hannah and I were doing and why I wanted to stay another week. 

Hannah began to ride up and down on me saying, "Just lay still darling, and let me make you come. I tried to obey her, but soon we were both out of control, Hannah crying out her love as she came, and I echoing her as my semen flowed into her. 

The cleaning up, at Hannah's suggestion, took place in the vast bath. In the process of washing my penis she brought on another erection, and facing me she sat across me in the water and inserted my penis into her. 

As we sat looking into each others eyes, kissing and with me fondling her breasts, I resolved that I would never leave her unless she demanded it of me. We both orgasmed very gently and quietly as if in expression of a tender, rather than a wild love. This only reinforced my determination to stay with Hannah. 

I telephoned home and spoke to my mother. She expressed no surprise that I was staying another week, and even seemed pleased about it. 

"It must be doing you a lot of good, darling, and there's no hurry about deciding on a job. If you're enjoying yourself, you've earned it. Let me speak to Hannah, will you?"

Hannah came to the telephone and I left her to speak with my mother while I got on trying to organise nuts and bolts. Among the second-hand clothing Hannah stocked I had found a pair of old overalls, so now both of us were overall clad. 

When Hannah came off the phone she had a blissful look about her. I asked if she was okay and she replied, "Of course, darling, I'm a woman in love. " 

I wanted to kiss her but the shop bell clanged and a customer came in. 

The days seemed to flow into one another unnoticed and soon I was ringing home to announce I would stay another week. Again it was my mother who answered and I expected some opposition, but mother seemed to be delighted. "Stay as long as you want, darling, there's no hurry to come home. "

For all my mother's agreement that I should "stay as long as" I wanted, the spectre of the need to leave Hannah still hung over me. When mother spoke of "home" I wanted to say "I am home," but couldn't find the courage to say it. 

My life with Hannah was what I wanted, especially as our sex life, instead of diminishing, seemed to be growing increasingly ardent and loving. 

I can recall the surprise I got when, on the third day after we had begun our love making, I came to the breakfast table to find Hannah wearing her kimono. Without even a blush she sat on the edge of the table, pulled up the kimono so as to reveal her sex organ, and smiling said, "Say good morning to me properly darling. "

I dropped the dressing gown I was wearing and came to her, and standing there shot into her. After that this was our regular "good morning. "

I wanted everything about Hannah; I was greedy for her; wanted to be part of her; in her I found my other half, the fullness of my being. 

Chapter 12. A Violent Interlude. 

We were in Paradise with each other until, in the middle of the third week we were reminded of the more sordid side of life. 




Visiting Hannah



We had made considerable inroads in getting the place in order and I was working on the computer. The shop bell made a violent clang; I looked up and saw George enter. He was clearly very drunk and he staggered as he walked. Hannah was standing on some low steps organising something and George came up to her. 

He thrust his hand against her groin just where her sex organ would be. Shocked by this unexpected assault she screamed and for a moment couldn't move. 

I raced out of the office and when he saw me George released Hannah and turned to face me. 

"Fuckin' nephew," he slobbered, "I'm gonna fish yer fucking fash then I'm gonna fuck 'er till she besh fer mershy. "

He grabbed at a spade leaning against a rack and took a sideways swing at me with it. I didn't even have to duck. He was so drunk his intended blow missed completely but he followed the swing through, his body twisting with the spade's momentum. 

Hannah had recovered from the shock of George's assault and to this day I'm not sure what I saw it was so quick. Hannah made what looked like a chopping movement and the next moment George was lying on the floor. 

I looked at her in amazement. She grinned at me and said, "Martial arts, night school. "

The next moment her grin faded; George had started to vomit, and with the vomit blood came welling up. "Quick, ambulance," she snapped. 

I rushed to the telephone and pressed in the emergency number and called for the ambulance. I went back to Hannah who was doing something with George and now had blood dripping down his chin. 

"First aid, night school," Hannah said, "Go outside and wait for the ambulance. "

I was beginning to think there might be something to be said for night school as I went outside the shop in haste. "In haste because the revelation of Hannah's defensive not to say offensive skills, seemed to indicate that obedience was the best course for me. 

The ambulance arrived and George was taken away, and there now followed yet another amazing exposure of Hannah's character. 

"Poor man," she said, "he's had no sort of life really. "

"Poor man," I exploded, "He assaulted you and tried to kill me with a spade, what's poor about him?"

"You didn't have to worry, darling, I was here to look after you. It's just that anyone who behaves like George can't be having a very happy life. I'll telephone the hospital this evening and find out if I can visit him tomorrow. "

Her suggestion that she had to "look after" me cut deep into my male macho image of myself. "You're not supposed to look after me," I complained, "I'm supposed to look after you. "

"That's a lovely idea, darling, and it might be your turn to do the looking after next time. Now shall we get back to work?"

Thinking that I'd better take a few night school courses I returned to my labours on the computer. 

Hannah followed through with her intention of visiting George, even taking him a bunch of flowers. I shrugged mentally and decided that Hannah would always be a mystery to me, but I suppose that's part of being a goddess. George was apparently seriously ill and he was transferred to a city hospital and was seen no more in Jackborough. 

Chapter 13. The Goddess is Surprised and So Am I. 

My stay continued into the fourth week and my mother, and apparently my father, made no fuss about this. I was puzzled because they had spent so much money on my education and training I had expected them to tell me to get on with seeking a job. 

One night after a rather scorching session of love making Hannah asked, "Have you ever wondered why Ted left me?"

"Well, yes, I have, but didn't like to ask. "

"Then I'd better tell you, Jason. "

"Okay, if you want to. "

"He left me because I couldn't have babies. "

"Ah. "

"He went off with that girl because he wanted to have children. " 

"I see. "

"The only thing is, Jason, he was wrong. "

"Wrong?"

"Yes, it wasn't me who couldn't have babies, it was him. "

"Really, poor guy; are you sure?"

"Yes, because I think I'm going to have one. "

"That's strange isn't... what...?"

"Jason, I'm so sorry. I really thought it was me. If I'd known I'd have done something, taken the pill or whatever. "

"I've made you pregnant?"

"Well you don't think it's anyone else, do you? There hasn't been another man since Ted until you came along, and you don't think I've had time to copulate with anyone but you since we started, do you?"

"No... no, of course not. "

"I think you'd better go home next week, Jason, I don't want you tangled up in this. "

"But I don't want to go home; I want to stay with you. "

"You think that now Jason because we've had such a wonderful time, but what are you going to feel when there's a baby around the place; crying in the night; wet nappies to be changed; a woman years older than you and a junk shop? Will you still feel like staying then?"

"I'm staying... you want this baby, don't you.... I mean, we did make it together and... "

"Of course I want it, Jason. As you say, we made it and as far as I'm concerned it was conceived in an act of love and I won't deny that love by having an abortion, if that's what you're thinking. "

"No... no... I wasn't thinking that. I'm staying. "

"Your career, Jason?"

"Bugger the career; do you think I want to spend the rest of my life looking for you in other women?"

"Do you love me that much, Jason?"

"Yes, I love you that much. I'll telephone home tomorrow and tell them I'm staying with you. There'll probably be a hell of a row but... "

"I don't think there will be, darling. "

"Why not?"

"Your parents know what we've been doing. "

"You told mum?"

"Not exactly. " 

"What not exactly'?"

"She virtually told me. "

"I don't understand. "

She sighed; "All right, I'd better tell you. When your mother telephoned me she explained how you were – she and your father are not quite as old-fashioned as you think – she asked me if I would have you here for a week. I said of course, I'd always loved you and would be delighted to have you. Both of us hedged around a bit, but the implication was that if I loved you enough I might... well, I might... er... relax you. "

"Since then when I've spoken to her I've told her I've relaxed you and she said, 'Good, I always thought you two should be together once Ted left'. "

"My God, the two of you cooked it up between you. "

"Well, your mother never actually mentioned sex to begin with, but the implication was there. When I finally told her the situation she was happy about it. "

A horrible thought struck me; "Hannah, you haven't been having sex with me because my mother suggested it and you felt sorry for me?"

"Jason," she said sharply, "do you really think it could have been the way it has been with us if I hadn't been very deeply in love with you?"

"No, I suppose not. "

"You suppose!"

"I didn't mean it like that, Hannah, I know you love me otherwise you wouldn't be prepared to let me go, even letting me leave you when you're going to have my baby. "

"Our baby, Jason. "

"Yes, ours... I keep putting my foot in it, don't I?"

"Yes, and it's going to be your turn to look after me. And since we're talking of love, what about making some with me?"

As I slipped into her welcoming vagina I said, "I'm staying. "

And so I stayed; but when I made the decision I had no idea what the full implications would be. 

Epilogue. 

Hannah had plans for the shop, but she also had plans for the town. I wanted to marry Hannah, but I must admit that was chiefly because I wanted to secure her firmly. She refused saying that if we were to marry it must be after the baby came, "So you can be quite sure. "

The plans for the town were gradually unfolded by her. An old railway town; historic value; an old engine and rolling stock standing around doing nothing; old railway workers with skills still living in the town with nothing to do; railway museum; use the skills restoring; a highway that bypasses the town, but tourists could be lured in; brighten up the place; get people motivated. 

So it went and when Anna was twelve month old Hannah was a town Councillor. Letters, emails, faxes; State Government grants; appeals and demands. 

When Councillor Hannah Jervis became Mayor Jervis for a moment I had the dreadful notion that I would be Lady Mayoress Jervis. Fortunately I remained plain Mr. Jervis. 

The town began to flourish and I wondered how Hannah had the time and energy to have our second child. 

The shop still exists with me apparently running it. It began to expand when one guy came in and asked, "Do you know anyone who can fix computers?" After that business grew and we employ a couple of young women to keep it organised. 

Once vacant shops are now eating places or in competition with our shop selling what passes for antiques. 

One night I asked Hannah "Where the hell do you get the energy to do all things you're involved with?"

"Darling," she replied, "You pump it into me nearly every night. By the way, I'm pregnant again; now, how about worshipping at my shrine. "

"I'll have to service the Morris Oxford tomorrow. " 

"Darling, will you get on with the venerating before I spear you with heavenly lightening. "

"I thought that was Zeus. "

Never mind - By the way, the van needs looking at as well; I think the battery is running down. "

I looked up from her sex organ and said, "As long as your battery isn't running down. "

"No chance, darling, and do get on with it before your goddess gets really cross. "