The weather was cold, it was snowing which didn’t help as the man trudged along the road, he pulled his scarf further up across his face, drew his great coat tighter about his frame as he soldiered on, his bag heavy on his shoulder. He came to a sign, heralding the boundary of a town, it read Charity, Wisconsin. Population 2840.
He smiled inside, he had been waiting a long time to visit here, a visit which he hoped would be memorable to more people than just him, he knew enough to know that one resident in particular was far from charitable, in fact was entirely the opposite. A lone truck went by heading out of town, the driver didn’t acknowledge him and he wondered if he could possibly keep on going, he was so cold he was sure that he would freeze to death if he didn’t find shelter soon. There had to be someone in Charity who lived up to it’s name.
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intriguing start, looking forward to more
cath
cath
Great start. Keep up the good work. 
looks great rosa!!
who is this man?!!? he is heading into jack's home town!!
can't wait for more!!
who is this man?!!? he is heading into jack's home town!!
can't wait for more!!
I'm so happy you're writing a story for the Challenge, Rosa! 
Great beginning! I'm intrigued!
Post more soon.
Ornella
Always in the mood for a Rosa tale 
hmm... interesting...
Intriguing start! Looking forward to what you have in store for us.
Interesting start! Can't wait to read more...
Something tells me that this isnt going to be who we think it is.
Something tells me that this isnt going to be who we think it is.
I agree with everybody....... interesting start.... especially the Wisconsin part.... 
Oh, and I think you forgot to tell us who he is...
Oh, and I think you forgot to tell us who he is...
Great start Rosa!!
Can't wait to see what you have in story for this tale!
BLT
Can't wait to see what you have in story for this tale!
BLT
rosa is writing a new story .......... yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
so who is it.
so who is it.
A new challege story from Rosa great nice start as well Lin
Oh Rosa, I'm deliriously happy. And though short that first post managed to set the mood beautifully. I loved the last line...I wonder who lives in Charity and practices charity????
kav
And though short that first post managed to set the mood beautifully. I loved the last line...I wonder who lives in Charity and practices charity????kav
QUOTE(Kav @ Nov 27 2006, 01:55 AM) 
I wonder who lives in Charity and practices charity????
Could that person be Sue... as mrs Hudson?
Thank you for all your feedback. 
I haven't got much of a post cushion for this story so please bear with me if the posts are a little short at times.
The Sheriff looked out his office window at the weather, it didn’t look like it was going to quit this side of Easter and it wasn’t even Christmas yet. His Deputy came in from outside and shook the snow from his jacket.
“There seems no point staying, folks know where to find us if there’s a problem, a situation” the Sheriff said
“Can’t see many people venturing out to Ike’s in this” the Deputy replied, the majority of problems they usually encountered were either at Ike’s bar or at Mr Leland’s canning factory and that wasn’t surprising, the man was as tight as Scrooge himself if not more so.
The door banged to again and the Sheriff was left alone, he went through his usual procedures of locking up and made his way to his patrol car, to navigate the treacherous journey home. Home where it was warm, where his wife would have cooked supper, where the kids would be playing.
^^^^^
The woman sighed in frustration as she entered the house, her husband had set the dinner on the stove. Myles Leland the third was a law unto himself she mused as she unwrapped her scarf from around her neck and kissed her husband on the cheek, then their son, who swiped the kiss away with a frown.
“How was work today?” the man asked
“Fine”
“But?”
She sighed, he knew her better than she thought he did “Leland” she almost hissed as though the word was distasteful on her tongue
“What has he done now?”
“Not only does he think it fit to put you on half time, he has also decided that I and the other ladies are half time too”
“Oh”
“Don’t Oh me, what are we going to do? Christmas just round the corner. How can we afford anything to make it special?”
“We have each other” the boy said
“I know and for that I am grateful” she told him ruffling his hair which the boy allowed without complaining. “But what is there to look forward to? 1935 is just around the corner and I have nothing to show for this year, which is almost over”
She sank into the nearest chair and after a nod from his father the boy went and fetched his mother a strong cup of coffee.
“You have us” he said, because his life was tough, he often seemed older than his eight years, that and perhaps being an only child.
“I do and that is enough but we have to put food on the table, we have to pay the bills and I just worry that we can’t, but don’t you worry about it” she told the boy
“I’m not worried” he replied, "Santa performs miracles, you told me and I have belief that he won’t let us down this year either”
The woman sighed, if only life was that simple.
^^^^^
The dark haired woman groaned as Mr Leland piled her desk with more paperwork. “I want this done before you go home” he said
“But Mr Leland it’s gone 5 o’clock already” she protested, as usual he was making her feel underpaid and overworked and she guessed he would never change
“If you don’t like it I am sure there will be a queue right into town to fill your position as my secretary"
She mumbled something under her breath but said “I am grateful for my job, I will be sure to complete all this before I leave tonight”
“Good” was his terse reply before he shut himself in his office a room in which he almost lived day and night, he didn't notice the pointed look she shot in his direction, or hear the sarcastic reponse to his orders.
^^^^^
The Sheriff squinted through the windscreen to see further than a few feet in front of him, something at the side of the road caught his eye, it looked no more than a pile of rags. He pulled over and went to investigate. It was a man, a large man to be exact. The Sheriff turned him over, felt his pulse and roused him enough to haul him to the car, there was no alcohol on his breath so the sheriff could only assume the cold had got to him instead.
“You’re gonna have to come with me” he told the man
“I haven’t done anything wrong” he replied through chattering teeth
“I didn’t say you had but if you don’t get out of the cold soon, you’ll die and I don’t want that on my conscience”
“Where we going?”
“I’m taking you home with me, you’ll be quite safe there I promise”
The man shut his eyes, he could argue, but he was too cold, too hungry and too tired for that and so he allowed the Sheriff to take him to his home.
I haven't got much of a post cushion for this story so please bear with me if the posts are a little short at times. The Sheriff looked out his office window at the weather, it didn’t look like it was going to quit this side of Easter and it wasn’t even Christmas yet. His Deputy came in from outside and shook the snow from his jacket.
“There seems no point staying, folks know where to find us if there’s a problem, a situation” the Sheriff said
“Can’t see many people venturing out to Ike’s in this” the Deputy replied, the majority of problems they usually encountered were either at Ike’s bar or at Mr Leland’s canning factory and that wasn’t surprising, the man was as tight as Scrooge himself if not more so.
The door banged to again and the Sheriff was left alone, he went through his usual procedures of locking up and made his way to his patrol car, to navigate the treacherous journey home. Home where it was warm, where his wife would have cooked supper, where the kids would be playing.
^^^^^
The woman sighed in frustration as she entered the house, her husband had set the dinner on the stove. Myles Leland the third was a law unto himself she mused as she unwrapped her scarf from around her neck and kissed her husband on the cheek, then their son, who swiped the kiss away with a frown.
“How was work today?” the man asked
“Fine”
“But?”
She sighed, he knew her better than she thought he did “Leland” she almost hissed as though the word was distasteful on her tongue
“What has he done now?”
“Not only does he think it fit to put you on half time, he has also decided that I and the other ladies are half time too”
“Oh”
“Don’t Oh me, what are we going to do? Christmas just round the corner. How can we afford anything to make it special?”
“We have each other” the boy said
“I know and for that I am grateful” she told him ruffling his hair which the boy allowed without complaining. “But what is there to look forward to? 1935 is just around the corner and I have nothing to show for this year, which is almost over”
She sank into the nearest chair and after a nod from his father the boy went and fetched his mother a strong cup of coffee.
“You have us” he said, because his life was tough, he often seemed older than his eight years, that and perhaps being an only child.
“I do and that is enough but we have to put food on the table, we have to pay the bills and I just worry that we can’t, but don’t you worry about it” she told the boy
“I’m not worried” he replied, "Santa performs miracles, you told me and I have belief that he won’t let us down this year either”
The woman sighed, if only life was that simple.
^^^^^
The dark haired woman groaned as Mr Leland piled her desk with more paperwork. “I want this done before you go home” he said
“But Mr Leland it’s gone 5 o’clock already” she protested, as usual he was making her feel underpaid and overworked and she guessed he would never change
“If you don’t like it I am sure there will be a queue right into town to fill your position as my secretary"
She mumbled something under her breath but said “I am grateful for my job, I will be sure to complete all this before I leave tonight”
“Good” was his terse reply before he shut himself in his office a room in which he almost lived day and night, he didn't notice the pointed look she shot in his direction, or hear the sarcastic reponse to his orders.
^^^^^
The Sheriff squinted through the windscreen to see further than a few feet in front of him, something at the side of the road caught his eye, it looked no more than a pile of rags. He pulled over and went to investigate. It was a man, a large man to be exact. The Sheriff turned him over, felt his pulse and roused him enough to haul him to the car, there was no alcohol on his breath so the sheriff could only assume the cold had got to him instead.
“You’re gonna have to come with me” he told the man
“I haven’t done anything wrong” he replied through chattering teeth
“I didn’t say you had but if you don’t get out of the cold soon, you’ll die and I don’t want that on my conscience”
“Where we going?”
“I’m taking you home with me, you’ll be quite safe there I promise”
The man shut his eyes, he could argue, but he was too cold, too hungry and too tired for that and so he allowed the Sheriff to take him to his home.
this is great very interesting moresoon please
Lin
This is getting more and more interesting. 
This is interesting..... more please.....
This is great! Who are these people? I mean, which one is Jack? And Bobby? And Tara? And Sue? etc... The only one we know for sure is Myles.
These are my guesses:
- The Sheriff and his wife -> Jack and Sue
- The couple with the kid -> Tara and Bobby
- The dark haired woman -> Lucy
- The man saved by the sheriff -> Ted Garrett
I know. There's no D nor Donna but maybe they'll come later on...
I can't wait for more Rosa.
Ornella
These are my guesses:
- The Sheriff and his wife -> Jack and Sue
- The couple with the kid -> Tara and Bobby
- The dark haired woman -> Lucy
- The man saved by the sheriff -> Ted Garrett
I know. There's no D nor Donna but maybe they'll come later on...
I can't wait for more Rosa.
Ornella
QUOTE(afanfromSicily @ Nov 27 2006, 10:38 PM)
This is great! Who are these people? I mean, which one is Jack? And Bobby? And Tara? And Sue? etc... The only one we know for sure is Myles.
These are my guesses:
- The Sheriff and his wife -> Jack and Sue
- The couple with the kid -> Tara and Bobby
- The dark haired woman -> Lucy
- The man saved by the sheriff -> Ted Garrett
I know. There's no D nor Donna but maybe they'll come later on...
I can't wait for more Rosa.
Ornella
Good guesses Ornella! I wonder if you're right.I can't wait for more Rosa! I love your stories!
Em
Very interesting indeed.....
~laura michelle~
~laura michelle~
wow i'm totally hooked
cath
cath
Wow Rosa...this really is something...can't wait to see where you take this.
Please post more soon!
BLT
Please post more soon!
BLT
This is going to be one interesting ride!
I don't know if I want to say who I think they are... I'm probably wrong anway
Can't wait for more!
I don't know if I want to say who I think they are... I'm probably wrong anway
Can't wait for more!
You are very sneaky!!!! I think we can all be sure that Lucy is the secretary -- but any number of combinations could be the rest of them...What if Bobby is the nearly frozen guy that the Sheriff rescues? The Sheriff could be Jack -- or D...or the man rescued could be D or...oy...Rosa get back here!
kav
kav
it all looks great...and myles...will he ever learn
Thank you. See if this helps at all.
The Deputy walked through the door to his own home and gave his wife a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. They lived in a two storey dwelling, which had been built about fifty years previously. They weren't on the breadline as so many people in Charity were but they were not wealthy either.
“You two been good?” he asked his son and daughter who were sitting at the table writing “What you up to”
“Writing a letter for Santa “ said the boy
While the girl answered “Writing to Grandma see if she can come stay at Christmas”
He looked at his wife and said “Your mother?”
“She lost her husband, my father this year. I thought….”
“You’re right it is a good idea” he said with a smile heading in the direction of their bedroom to change before supper.
^^^^^
The Sheriff almost had to carry the man he had found by the roadside into the house, two small children looked up somewhat warily as he lowered the man into the rocking chair by the fire.
“Where’s Mommy?” he asked as they welcomed him home with a hug and he swung them round one at a time.
“Putting the hens to bed, she didn't want them to freeze” said the elder; the boy
“Wait right here while I go and see”
“But Daddy who’s that man?”
“I’m not sure but I shouldn’t worry about him being here he just needs some place to stay until the weather changes”
The Sheriff left and the children looked inquisitively at the man in the rocking chair, he was scruffy looking with a beard. He smelt a bit like he hadn’t bathed or washed for weeks and his clothes in places were in rags. So much so the dog came to investigate but after a quick sniff headed back to his basket in the kitchen.
The children prodded and poked him gently but all the man did was groan in his sleep.
“Maybe he’s hurt” said the boy “Mommy will know what to do” he added feeling in charge, as Mommy and Daddy were both in the back yard and he was the eldest and therefore responsible for his sister.
^^^^^
Out by the shelter of the henhouse, the man caught his wife by surprise but she smiled forgiving him immediately, those brown eyes did it every time, she just melted when she looked into them. No words were necessary, telling her of the vagrant could wait, kissing her and holding her close could not, even if the weather suggested they should take this up back inside.
She anticipated his kiss and her eyes closed to treasure the moment, as he took her in his arms. With his breath caressing her lips she moved forward and felt the heat surge into her body in a powerful force. It had always been this way with him and she didn’t think it would ever change, when she parted her lips he sought refuge, soft flicks of his tongue dancing with hers, both savouring the sensuality of what was a preview of the night ahead.
The Deputy walked through the door to his own home and gave his wife a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. They lived in a two storey dwelling, which had been built about fifty years previously. They weren't on the breadline as so many people in Charity were but they were not wealthy either.
“You two been good?” he asked his son and daughter who were sitting at the table writing “What you up to”
“Writing a letter for Santa “ said the boy
While the girl answered “Writing to Grandma see if she can come stay at Christmas”
He looked at his wife and said “Your mother?”
“She lost her husband, my father this year. I thought….”
“You’re right it is a good idea” he said with a smile heading in the direction of their bedroom to change before supper.
^^^^^
The Sheriff almost had to carry the man he had found by the roadside into the house, two small children looked up somewhat warily as he lowered the man into the rocking chair by the fire.
“Where’s Mommy?” he asked as they welcomed him home with a hug and he swung them round one at a time.
“Putting the hens to bed, she didn't want them to freeze” said the elder; the boy
“Wait right here while I go and see”
“But Daddy who’s that man?”
“I’m not sure but I shouldn’t worry about him being here he just needs some place to stay until the weather changes”
The Sheriff left and the children looked inquisitively at the man in the rocking chair, he was scruffy looking with a beard. He smelt a bit like he hadn’t bathed or washed for weeks and his clothes in places were in rags. So much so the dog came to investigate but after a quick sniff headed back to his basket in the kitchen.
The children prodded and poked him gently but all the man did was groan in his sleep.
“Maybe he’s hurt” said the boy “Mommy will know what to do” he added feeling in charge, as Mommy and Daddy were both in the back yard and he was the eldest and therefore responsible for his sister.
^^^^^
Out by the shelter of the henhouse, the man caught his wife by surprise but she smiled forgiving him immediately, those brown eyes did it every time, she just melted when she looked into them. No words were necessary, telling her of the vagrant could wait, kissing her and holding her close could not, even if the weather suggested they should take this up back inside.
She anticipated his kiss and her eyes closed to treasure the moment, as he took her in his arms. With his breath caressing her lips she moved forward and felt the heat surge into her body in a powerful force. It had always been this way with him and she didn’t think it would ever change, when she parted her lips he sought refuge, soft flicks of his tongue dancing with hers, both savouring the sensuality of what was a preview of the night ahead.
Oh yeah... That's Jack and Sue 
Em
Em
QUOTE(LittleEm @ Nov 28 2006, 09:50 PM)
Oh yeah... That's Jack and Sue
Em
yup that's what i was thinking after i'd mopped myself up
cath
*Ornella slaps her forehead* I forgot the Deputy! Maybe he's D... he has two kids who could be Davey and Tanya...
I can't wait for more, Rosa.
Ornella
I can't wait for more, Rosa.
Ornella
QUOTE
Out by the shelter of the henhouse, the man caught his wife by surprise but she smiled forgiving him immediately, those brown eyes did it every time, she just melted when she looked into them.
Its definately Jack and Sue....who could resist Jack's eyes?
More soon please!
BLT
Just loving this AU version of Jack and Sue and the team. You do such a good job.
thanks,
Terie
thanks,
Terie
that has to be jack and sue more soon please
Lin
I wonder who the vagrant is...
QUOTE(BLT @ Nov 28 2006, 08:26 PM)
QUOTE
Out by the shelter of the henhouse, the man caught his wife by surprise but she smiled forgiving him immediately, those brown eyes did it every time, she just melted when she looked into them.
Its definately Jack and Sue....who could resist Jack's eyes?
More soon please!
BLT
Excatly.....I know I couldn't....
~laura michelle~
I concur -- Jack and Sue it's gotta be. And D is the deputy so that means the vagrant is bobby, right?
kav
kav
Thanks for your replies, interesting comments on the story. This should help make clear another couple.
Sue thoughtfully looked at the man in her favourite chair, she understood why Jack sat him there, it was close to the fire. Her gaze travelled over his body, not in the same way that she would regard Jack, but in a way that was surveying for damage, of course she couldn’t really be sure with all his clothes on. Not that she wanted to see him undressed, she would however like to see him clean, shaven if he wanted to be, with clean fresh smelling clothes. She knew none of Jack’s would fit him but was sure she could find some someplace, that was if he didn’t have a spare set in his duffel bag, which was on the floor at his side.
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Tara felt deflated as she sat with her husband Stanley and their eight year old son Marcus, supper for them that evening consisted of dry bread and three day old stew, in which there was very little meat and a selection of seasonal vegetables. The only food they had in abundance was eggs. Her friend Sue Hudson kept chickens and was always saying they laid far more than her family could eat and so generously gave them to Tara and their friend Lucy who lived with her mother and ailing Grandmother, Lucy’s sister having gone to New York city several years ago, only to find that the streets weren’t really paved with gold.
Stanley saw her despair and wished with all his heart that he could fix it, but it just wasn’t that easy. With them both on half time it was the equivalent of one full time wage and if Mr Leland paid the going rate they would manage to scrape by much better, as it was, he knew that they would have to sacrifice something to make Christmas a happy time for their son. He laid his hand over Tara’s and squeezed gently and she smiled back knowing that somehow they would get through this together.
Sue thoughtfully looked at the man in her favourite chair, she understood why Jack sat him there, it was close to the fire. Her gaze travelled over his body, not in the same way that she would regard Jack, but in a way that was surveying for damage, of course she couldn’t really be sure with all his clothes on. Not that she wanted to see him undressed, she would however like to see him clean, shaven if he wanted to be, with clean fresh smelling clothes. She knew none of Jack’s would fit him but was sure she could find some someplace, that was if he didn’t have a spare set in his duffel bag, which was on the floor at his side.
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Tara felt deflated as she sat with her husband Stanley and their eight year old son Marcus, supper for them that evening consisted of dry bread and three day old stew, in which there was very little meat and a selection of seasonal vegetables. The only food they had in abundance was eggs. Her friend Sue Hudson kept chickens and was always saying they laid far more than her family could eat and so generously gave them to Tara and their friend Lucy who lived with her mother and ailing Grandmother, Lucy’s sister having gone to New York city several years ago, only to find that the streets weren’t really paved with gold.
Stanley saw her despair and wished with all his heart that he could fix it, but it just wasn’t that easy. With them both on half time it was the equivalent of one full time wage and if Mr Leland paid the going rate they would manage to scrape by much better, as it was, he knew that they would have to sacrifice something to make Christmas a happy time for their son. He laid his hand over Tara’s and squeezed gently and she smiled back knowing that somehow they would get through this together.
tara and Stanley? didn't see that one coming
cath
cath
yeah!!!! tara and stanley....i always was interested in a story with them together...i always thought he was nice and was very good for tara.
and is it bobby, who sit's in that chair???
and is it bobby, who sit's in that chair???
Now we know who some people are... What about the others?Em
yeah, i want to know more....
Looking forward to learning more.
thanks,
Terie
thanks,
Terie
Great job Rosa!
Can't wait so see where everyone else is!
BLT
Can't wait so see where everyone else is!
BLT
i'm with you all...it's gotta be Bobby, unless he just hasn't been introduced.....this is exciting! 1935, didn't you say? I can't wait for another post!
~Cristy
~Cristy
this is terrific bless sue for sharing more soon please Lin
OKay, I'm caught up!
You've got me hooked and I'm wondering which man is in that chair. Is it D or is it Bobby?
You've got me hooked and I'm wondering which man is in that chair. Is it D or is it Bobby?
Great posts, can't wait for more!
Thanks for your replies
Demetrius shut the door to the children’s bedroom and made his way to the lounge, Donna sat darning socks, he watched her for a while thinking that they were so much better off than some and he was grateful for his job and the luxuries they could afford like the radio. He crossed the room and switched it on, it crackled more than usual, probably to do with the bad weather conditions. D sank onto the sofa and beckoned to Donna to come and join him there, with a smile she sat down her sewing and snuggled into his body and the warmth he provided, they both cherished the time together listening to the strains from the radio, content in the embrace.
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It was late when Lucy finished writing the last letter that Mr Leland left on her desk, she tidied up her work area and slipped into her thin, worn coat, a coat which barely kept out the wind and didn’t really keep her warm at all. Mr Leland was still in his office, writing she knocked on the door and he beckoned her in through the small glass window.
“I’m leaving now Sir” she had to force herself to utter the Sir, he had irked her so much.
“The work it is done?”
“Yes sir, it’s in the out tray for the morning”
“Very well Dotson I’ll see you tomorrow 8am sharp. Don’t think that because you worked late tonight I will pay you overtime of that you can tarry and be late in the morning”
“Good night Sir” she managed to mumble.
Mr Leland was one of the meanest, hardest people in the world, in fact the only person she knew who was as bad as him was Randy Pitts, the rent collector and even he was employed by Mr Leland.
Reaching home she let herself in the small single story dwelling, her grandmother was asleep in her chair, by the dwindling fire. Lucy went to the wood store, it was almost empty again, deciding it was a waste to burn more when they all would soon be in their beds asleep she brought in a handful of logs and set them in the basket beside the hearth before ladling a plate of stew on her plate for her supper.
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Jack and Sue had been unable to wake the man to haul him onto the sofa where he would have a more comfortable night, so Sue wrapped him in a blanket and they went to bed themselves hoping that in the morning he could tell them who he was.
They lay awake on their respective sides of the bed both thinking of their guest, she turned and looked at him, she couldn’t see enough to read if he spoke but she was able to see him lift up his arm and draw her close. She nestled in, as he drew patterns on her shoulder and she reached across to touch his chest, she felt him gasp from the contact and his heart beating steadily under her hand as she placed her palm there. Lifting her head to seek him his hand came and caught her neck, his fingers delving into her long flowing hair. He rolled over so that his body was half covering hers and gently, slowly as if they had all the time in the world lowered himself so that his lips placed soft, light kisses all over her face. She moved eager to feel his mouth covering hers. Sensing this he captured her lips, his tongue thrusting for ultimate possession and Sue answered her own joining with his. She felt his moan, his need, as his fingers found their way under her nightdress and set her body aflame which only he could extinguish.
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Near midnight the figure in the chair jolted awake, his eyes scanning the room, he sank back down as he remembered the cop who brought him back to this place, he was vaguely aware of two small children looking at him with curiosity and a blonde haired woman who hovered over him with worry and concern. Now he was covered in a warm blanket and he closed his eyes and let slumber take him once more.
Demetrius shut the door to the children’s bedroom and made his way to the lounge, Donna sat darning socks, he watched her for a while thinking that they were so much better off than some and he was grateful for his job and the luxuries they could afford like the radio. He crossed the room and switched it on, it crackled more than usual, probably to do with the bad weather conditions. D sank onto the sofa and beckoned to Donna to come and join him there, with a smile she sat down her sewing and snuggled into his body and the warmth he provided, they both cherished the time together listening to the strains from the radio, content in the embrace.
^^^^^
It was late when Lucy finished writing the last letter that Mr Leland left on her desk, she tidied up her work area and slipped into her thin, worn coat, a coat which barely kept out the wind and didn’t really keep her warm at all. Mr Leland was still in his office, writing she knocked on the door and he beckoned her in through the small glass window.
“I’m leaving now Sir” she had to force herself to utter the Sir, he had irked her so much.
“The work it is done?”
“Yes sir, it’s in the out tray for the morning”
“Very well Dotson I’ll see you tomorrow 8am sharp. Don’t think that because you worked late tonight I will pay you overtime of that you can tarry and be late in the morning”
“Good night Sir” she managed to mumble.
Mr Leland was one of the meanest, hardest people in the world, in fact the only person she knew who was as bad as him was Randy Pitts, the rent collector and even he was employed by Mr Leland.
Reaching home she let herself in the small single story dwelling, her grandmother was asleep in her chair, by the dwindling fire. Lucy went to the wood store, it was almost empty again, deciding it was a waste to burn more when they all would soon be in their beds asleep she brought in a handful of logs and set them in the basket beside the hearth before ladling a plate of stew on her plate for her supper.
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Jack and Sue had been unable to wake the man to haul him onto the sofa where he would have a more comfortable night, so Sue wrapped him in a blanket and they went to bed themselves hoping that in the morning he could tell them who he was.
They lay awake on their respective sides of the bed both thinking of their guest, she turned and looked at him, she couldn’t see enough to read if he spoke but she was able to see him lift up his arm and draw her close. She nestled in, as he drew patterns on her shoulder and she reached across to touch his chest, she felt him gasp from the contact and his heart beating steadily under her hand as she placed her palm there. Lifting her head to seek him his hand came and caught her neck, his fingers delving into her long flowing hair. He rolled over so that his body was half covering hers and gently, slowly as if they had all the time in the world lowered himself so that his lips placed soft, light kisses all over her face. She moved eager to feel his mouth covering hers. Sensing this he captured her lips, his tongue thrusting for ultimate possession and Sue answered her own joining with his. She felt his moan, his need, as his fingers found their way under her nightdress and set her body aflame which only he could extinguish.
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Near midnight the figure in the chair jolted awake, his eyes scanning the room, he sank back down as he remembered the cop who brought him back to this place, he was vaguely aware of two small children looking at him with curiosity and a blonde haired woman who hovered over him with worry and concern. Now he was covered in a warm blanket and he closed his eyes and let slumber take him once more.
why is bobby so ... so scared i think...what has happened to him
and jack and sue...
poor lucy...myles you are a meany
and D and Donna....how sweet
and jack and sue...
poor lucy...myles you are a meany
and D and Donna....how sweet
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