The Year We Ran Out of Fridays. (Part Two) 4
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Venue : Oscar's Cottage
Date : Late afternoon, March 13th
Present : December, Oscar and his Bitch.
Oscar's cottage, which I had bought on his behalf, was a very pleasant surprise.
It was small, but neat, with a charming garden in which grew plums, pears and candleberries and an especially interesting variety of orchids which I had thought were extinct, even in the grounds of the Residence.
In one corner stood a huge bee-hive, clearly alive and flourishing.
I paused to inspect them as Oscar ushered me throught the wicker gate and up the path to the front door.
Hmm, I thought. Someone here plainly has the green fingers, not to mention the sticky fingers, for I could have sworn that such varieties were a preserved and secret treasure of the Chronologists. Interesting.
However, I sensed Oscar's impatient shuffling behind me and straightened up.
"Lead on, McDuff," I smiled at him.
His face fell. "I thought I was named Oscar?" he said, bewildered. I sighed and clapped him on the back.
"And so it is, Oscar. It was a joke. A bad one, I concur. Now open the sodding door will you ? I'm hungry."
The door, however, had already opened and before me stood something much more interesting than a few rare flowers. It was Oscar's Bitch.
She was small, but strongly built, with excellent musculature and long, black hair.
Her breasts were small, but proud. Her eyes were the usual black. Thus far, she resembled every ChronoBitch I'd ever seen.
But.............her face was, simply put, beautiful. The bone structure was exquisite and the skin tone was pure alabaster.
She reminded me of a woman I thought I had loved, many years ago, but who proved to be as brittle as porcelain and just as shallow.
As you will discover though, this woman, (I cannot possibly call her a Bitch any more) had a spine and a bravery equal to any immortal.
Or mortal, come to that.
Her eyes widened at the sight of me and she gave a smothered gasp. I thought she was going to faint for a second but Oscar swiftly stepped into the breach and gave a her a sloppy kiss before introducing us.
"Sweetheart, this is Dec, the Lord December. Dec, this is my Bitch, Summer 257.
I gazed steadily into her eyes and knew at once what I had to do, whilst also realising that this was going to get out of hand very quickly.
"No," I said. And then I did that thing with my hands on her brow and named her Tina.
She gasped, then really did faint and for a moment I thought Oscar was going to rip my head off.
Then I realised it was a look of absolute adoration. Oh, bugger, I thought.
You do someone a small favour and then you do someone else a small favour and the next thing you know, you're some kind of Go- oh.
I took a very deep breath and laid my my head on my hands.
"Oscar. May I have something to eat and drink now. Please...........?" Then I fell asleep.
When I awoke, I found myself lying in soft, clean linen and the scent of lavender was everywhere and rather comforting.
By my bedside was small wooden table on which was a decanter of candleberry juice and a glass.
I poured out a generous measure and drink it all in one gulp. I was reaching out to pour more when a feminine hand stayed me. It was Tina.
"No more," she said firmly. "You need to sleep, then eat. Then we shall talk."
I assumed my sternest face and my iciest eyes - then fell fast asleep.
Again.
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