In the early morning mists of late September Robert Armstrong was involved in a fifteen-car pileup on the Finchbottom Expressway which almost took his life.
He suffered multiple fractures, a lacerated liver and
a punctured lung and was in an induced coma for three weeks.
When he was allowed to go home, his girlfriend Lillian
Baggott
and his sister Beth looked after him, it was an uphill
struggle but as Christmas approached a corner was turned.
It was a bright winter morning two days before
Christmas, Lillian was pottering around the bedroom in her nightie and chatting
ten to the dozen as Robert lay in bed.
When he first came home, she slept in an armchair
beside the bed for the first week, after that she moved into the spare room at
night, she missed sleeping beside him, she had hoped that would have changed by
Christmas.
Lillian sighed to herself and then after drawing the
curtains went over to the bed.
“Time to get you sat up” she said with a smile and
reached across him.
“Morning girls” he said as he gazed down the top of
her nightie as she leant forward, at her beautiful braless breasts.
“Behave, you’ll strain something” she retorted with a
chuckle, but she made no effort to block his view.
“I won’t strain anything by doing this” he said and
pulled her towards him so he could kiss her passionately.
Lillian closed her eyes as Robert kissed her then
afterwards, she said wistfully.
“I’ve missed you kissing me and holding me”.
“Have you missed anything else?” he asked, and her
eyes widened.
“So much” she replied dreamily.
“Then you’d better come and join me then” he said.
Lillian emerged from the bedroom flush faced and
smiling and walked across the landing.
“You’re looking very pleased with yourself” Beth said
as she reached the top of the stairs.
“Robert is feeling better” Lillian retorted smugly and
added before going into the bathroom “I just got a Christmas goose”.
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