On Monday morning Danny and Molly drove to St Pierre and caught the early ferry to Pipershaven and then they drove to Sharpington.
The autumn storms were
battering the seafront, so they checked into the Seaview Hotel and didn’t
venture out again for the rest of the day and had an indulgent and boozy dinner
in the restaurant.
The next morning, after their
night of overindulgence, they slept late though Danny was up first and showered
while Molly was still sleeping.
As he showered, he reflected
on how lucky he was to have her in his life, and how he loved her so much.
He got out of the shower and
hastily dried himself and was just about to open the bathroom door and tell her
how much he loved her when the door burst open, and Molly rushed in
“Morning Darling” she said
and kissed him
“Hi Babe” he replied and then
she bustled him out of the door and closed it behind him, and he smiled, then
he finished drying himself off and with the towel wrapped around his waist, he
sat on the bed.
When she finally appeared
pink and pristine from the bathroom wrapped in towels she said
“Morning Darling” and kissed
him and then she kissed him some more, and it was clear that she had a
particular kind of good morning in mind.
She had been a virgin when
they first got together, but that had been the previous year, and there was
nothing innocent about the way she engaged in extracting every ounce of
pleasure from him during the course of her lust-fuelled morning assault on him.
Afterwards he dozed off, and
when he awoke again, he found Molly sitting in bed next to him drinking the
last dregs of a cup of coffee,
“Ahh” she exclaimed “You
can’t beat a nice cup of coffee to start the day”
Having worked up an appetite,
they headed down for breakfast once they were up and dressed.
The previous days storm had
blown through and had been replaced with a much calmer day, though it was grey
and drizzly as they walked along the promenade to the parade of shops and next
to Doily’s Bookshop was Emmaline’s Christmas Emporium.
“Wow!” Molly exclaimed as
they walked through the doors, and her eyes were like saucers. “I love this
place”
The last time they were there
Molly was like a child in a sweetshop at the end of rationing, not knowing
where to look first, and Danny had to rein her in a number of times otherwise
she would have bought the whole shop.
This time was a much less
frenzied visit as they didn’t need as much as they did the year before, so they
were much more selective, but they were still in the store for over two hours.
When they left the shop, the
earlier drizzle had dissipated, but the
temperature had dropped significantly and by the time they got back to the
Hotel there was a hint of sleet in the air.
The next morning when they
drove along the seafront, the skies were leaden grey, and before they’d got
halfway to Pipershaven the first flurries of snow danced in the freshening
breeze, and nothing changed all the way back to the island.
Back on the island Natasha
Baker drove over to Kingham’s again on the same pretext of checking on the
status of the saddle she’d dropped off, but her fabricated ploy was no more
successful this time than it had been before as Jacqueline told her that Oliver
wasn’t in as he’d gone to the St Pierre.
“Oh buggeration” she muttered
as she got back in the Landrover.
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