John, yes. I’m sorry I did that. I won’t slap you now, though.’ She reached over and took his hand.
He gawped at her and flushed red. Even in the low lamplight, his face looked hot enough to grill beef burgers. Sarah noted that, though embarrassed, he didn’t take his hand from hers.
Taking encouragement from this, she inched closer.
‘So why aren’t you taken, you know, married? In fact, why are we both not married?’
John traced the side of her face tenderly. ‘Ee, Sarah, love … you really don’t remember ’owt?’
Sarah took a few seconds to answer; she was too busy gazing into his eyes and enjoying the gentle touch of his fingers. ‘What? Err … no, I don’t, why don’t you tell me?’
John moved a bit closer and stroked her hand. ‘Right, I’ll tell you. I got jilted and you got jilted. Me and thee ’ad alus liked each other, but we were just mates, like. We’d been courtin’ these other two chuffs for about five year. Ivy was yer best friend, and Bob was mine. I’d proposed to Ivy, and she’d said yes. Bob had proposed to you and you’d accepted. And then guess what ’appened about a three year ago?’
‘They did the dirty on us and buggered off together?’ Sarah said.
‘Yes, you do remember, then?’
‘No, it’s just t’ bloody story of my life.’ Sarah couldn’t believe it. Dumped in both past and future dimensions.
Doesn’t do a whole lot for my ego. I should write a book: On the Shelf in 1940 and 2013 – the tragic tale of Sarah, the most dumped woman in history.
‘Story of yer life? When were you jilted before?’ John broke in on her self-pity party.
‘Eh, oh don’t mind me, I’m muddled … so anyway, how did I come to slap you?’
‘It were about six months later. We’d gone t’ pictures and I put my arm round you. You let me, then I went to ’old yer ’and, but I got walloped. Then you stormed out.’
The clock chimed 6.30. Sarah’s heart rate went into overdrive; she was running out of time. She had to act fast now to make sure John would support her, no matter what Albert said.
‘Well, I’ve changed my mind now, John,’ she whispered, moving closer still and resting her head on his shoulder. ‘I was wondering if you’d like to kiss me. Promise I won’t slap you.’ She tilted her face up to his.
John, who looked as if he had been given a million pounds, was about to say something, but then just kissed her instead. It was a quick gentle peck on the cheek and then he sat back, clearing his throat nervously.
‘Is that the best you can do?’ Sarah murmured, putting his arm around her and her hand on his knee.
‘By ’eck, that bump on yer ’ead must be making you forward, lass.’
Sarah laughed. ‘Yes, it must be.’ She leaned over and brushed her lips across his.
John needed no more encouragement and drew her tightly to him, kissing her hungrily. Sarah felt her libido go from nought to a hundred in less than ten seconds. His kisses were just as delicious as the rest of him, and she tingled all over as he ran his hand over her back and down her thigh. It had been over eighteen months since a man had so much as winked at her.
She could feel his heart thumping in his chest; as her own excitement grew, and before she knew what she was doing, she placed his hand on her breast. He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. ‘God, Sarah, what are you doing?’
‘Why, don’t you like it?’ she panted.
‘Course I bloody like it, I just don’t know if I can control myself … My dad and Violet are in t’ other room …’
‘Don’t worry about it, just kiss me again.’ Sarah unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress, pulled his mouth on to hers, and pressed her hips against him.
John moaned, slipped his hand inside her dress and then the light snapped on.
‘What the ’ell’s going on in ’ere, then!’ Albert barked from the doorway.
Sarah and John sprang apart and jumped up. Sarah turned her back and buttoned up her
He gawped at her and flushed red. Even in the low lamplight, his face looked hot enough to grill beef burgers. Sarah noted that, though embarrassed, he didn’t take his hand from hers.
Taking encouragement from this, she inched closer.
‘So why aren’t you taken, you know, married? In fact, why are we both not married?’
John traced the side of her face tenderly. ‘Ee, Sarah, love … you really don’t remember ’owt?’
Sarah took a few seconds to answer; she was too busy gazing into his eyes and enjoying the gentle touch of his fingers. ‘What? Err … no, I don’t, why don’t you tell me?’
John moved a bit closer and stroked her hand. ‘Right, I’ll tell you. I got jilted and you got jilted. Me and thee ’ad alus liked each other, but we were just mates, like. We’d been courtin’ these other two chuffs for about five year. Ivy was yer best friend, and Bob was mine. I’d proposed to Ivy, and she’d said yes. Bob had proposed to you and you’d accepted. And then guess what ’appened about a three year ago?’
‘They did the dirty on us and buggered off together?’ Sarah said.
‘Yes, you do remember, then?’
‘No, it’s just t’ bloody story of my life.’ Sarah couldn’t believe it. Dumped in both past and future dimensions.
Doesn’t do a whole lot for my ego. I should write a book: On the Shelf in 1940 and 2013 – the tragic tale of Sarah, the most dumped woman in history.
‘Story of yer life? When were you jilted before?’ John broke in on her self-pity party.
‘Eh, oh don’t mind me, I’m muddled … so anyway, how did I come to slap you?’
‘It were about six months later. We’d gone t’ pictures and I put my arm round you. You let me, then I went to ’old yer ’and, but I got walloped. Then you stormed out.’
The clock chimed 6.30. Sarah’s heart rate went into overdrive; she was running out of time. She had to act fast now to make sure John would support her, no matter what Albert said.
‘Well, I’ve changed my mind now, John,’ she whispered, moving closer still and resting her head on his shoulder. ‘I was wondering if you’d like to kiss me. Promise I won’t slap you.’ She tilted her face up to his.
John, who looked as if he had been given a million pounds, was about to say something, but then just kissed her instead. It was a quick gentle peck on the cheek and then he sat back, clearing his throat nervously.
‘Is that the best you can do?’ Sarah murmured, putting his arm around her and her hand on his knee.
‘By ’eck, that bump on yer ’ead must be making you forward, lass.’
Sarah laughed. ‘Yes, it must be.’ She leaned over and brushed her lips across his.
John needed no more encouragement and drew her tightly to him, kissing her hungrily. Sarah felt her libido go from nought to a hundred in less than ten seconds. His kisses were just as delicious as the rest of him, and she tingled all over as he ran his hand over her back and down her thigh. It had been over eighteen months since a man had so much as winked at her.
She could feel his heart thumping in his chest; as her own excitement grew, and before she knew what she was doing, she placed his hand on her breast. He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. ‘God, Sarah, what are you doing?’
‘Why, don’t you like it?’ she panted.
‘Course I bloody like it, I just don’t know if I can control myself … My dad and Violet are in t’ other room …’
‘Don’t worry about it, just kiss me again.’ Sarah unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress, pulled his mouth on to hers, and pressed her hips against him.
John moaned, slipped his hand inside her dress and then the light snapped on.
‘What the ’ell’s going on in ’ere, then!’ Albert barked from the doorway.
Sarah and John sprang apart and jumped up. Sarah turned her back and buttoned up her
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