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not popular. Calmed down and now with a wine
and soda Helen listened to my not so good explanation
of why I didn't meet her and it didn't
go down well when I mentioned we had been in The Gold,
the pub with ‘the tart’ behind the bar as she calls her.
But life goes on and we were both distracted by the fact
that at 12.15pm Carl and Mark seemed to be doing extremely
well chatting up two girls at the bar. Before we knew
it the six of us were round the corner in The Blacksmith’s
Arms chatting and drinking merrily, Carl with Cath 28,
Mark with Lucy 26, both sisters and both students in psychology
and both rather attractive and even Helen was in a good
mood when she kissed me and left to go to her mothers
at 2pm.
VI
After bacon sandwiches at Dee’s Cafe the
five of us decided to head for Morton to show our new
entourage a bit of country culture courtesy of The Golden
Lion public house which we entered at just gone 4pm. I
carried the drinks over to the table Carl and Mark had
resided on with their new found toys and retired back
to a bar stool as they looked like they certainly didn’t
want disturbing. Rachael had just started her shift and
me being devoid of Helen and friends we talked in our
usual intimate way. Time passed and by nine the four lovers
at the table decided it was time to move on, much to mine
and Rachael’s disappointment as it meant it was time for
me to go too, but not before Rachael suggested driving
back to mine after work and I liked that idea.
VII
Driving back through Little Halton we stopped
outside our new found Red Lion and suggested to the girls
about having a drink there. ‘Where is there anywhere to
drink here?’ asked Cath. The female company obviously
were not impressed by the pub and so we all retired back
to mine for wine, beer and coffee as I awaited Rachael’s
arrival. Rachael arrived around midnight and soon the
living room looked like a mass orgy of sex and drink.
At 3am Rachael and I took to my room, Carl and Cath to
his and Mark and Lucy to the spare. It had been one hell
of a day.
VIII
JULY 27TH 1997 43 MANOR GARDENS, PICKERING,
8am
I hustled Rachael out of the house as Helen
would soon be coming round and started on the left overs
of last nights alcohol purchases, lighting a cigarette
I smugly thought about last night. Carl and Cath soon
appeared to help, shortly followed by Mark and Lucy, with
Mark the only one with coffee, well he does need his caffeine
to keep up with the rest of us.
9.3Oam and Helen appeared with a knowing
grin on her face at the sight of the lovers before joining
me on the floor. ‘So where did you go when I left you?’
/ Helen enquired, ‘The Gold,’ Mark replied before I could
get a word in. Helen scowled at me; ‘Was the tart behind
the bar, Joe?’ Mark now knew he had put his foot in it,
‘Yeah, but we didn’t really speak to her as it was busy,’
I hesitantly replied. No more was said on the subject
and at 11am Cath and Lucy asked if Helen fancied going
out for a girly drinking session, she agreed and left
after kissing me goodbye. It looked like we better have
a boys day out, again!
IX
By 3pm me and Carl were well into our pints
at The Board when Mark got a call on his mobile, 'I'll
be there shortly,’ he shiftily spoke into the piece of
plastic before making his
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