Air Encounter

Synopsis

Daphne befriends a crippled man on the flight from America to England and, much to her mother's annoyance, goes to live with him.

Air Encounter

by obohobo

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Copyright 2004

Air Encounter

by obohobo

Chapter 1. The request

"Excuse me Ladies." The air stewardess smiled sweetly. "I wonder if one of you would mind exchanging seats with the gentleman with his legs in plaster? He cannot get his legs under the seat in front and we will not be able to get the trolleys passed him."

"Is there no one else you can ask?" the older woman snapped, her strident voice flowed like a tidal wave through the cabin enveloping everyone in that section of the plane.

"I'm very sorry madam. There really are only these seats across the middle section that have no seats in front of them and as you can see, all the rest are taken by families with children. You don't have to move but it would be a great help to him and to us if one of you would."

"I don't..." the younger girl started.

"We're family too. If she moves then I will have that man sitting alongside me for the whole flight. I asked for these side seats because then I would just have my daughter next to me not some strange male." The woman's strident voice showed her disgust for the male species. By now most of the surrounding passengers were listening.

"If you move, you'll still have a woman next to you madam," the air stewardess cajoled.

"Mother, if you won't move, I will. You ought to be ashamed of yourself to let a man suffer more than he is already. It's obviously very uncomfortable for him to sit like that for a long flight that even without the difficulty it is going to cause the staff. I will move if you won't." She started to get up.

"No you don't Daphne. You shouldn't let staff boss you around. I paid for these seats. I booked them well in advance. He could have done the same."

"I'm moving mother."

"Oh very well. I suppose I will HAVE to be the one to shift although I do so under strong protest and I will complain to your head office when we get back. I will not have that man sitting alongside me! I have made a note of your name Rita so they will know who is responsible. You can be sure I will take this matter to the very top person in this airline!" She made a great fuss of collecting her stuff, refusing to let the stewardess help her. Slowly the injured man hauled himself upright and with the help of another passenger made his painful way to the front seat.

"Thank you very much," he said politely to the woman, "It is most kind of you."

"Don't thank me," she snapped, "I was virtually forced into doing it. You should have arranged things better for yourself or paid for business class seat."

Across the other side of the plane and a few rows further back, a well-dressed man muttered to himself, "Well, well. It is you Miriam Bell. And you don't seem to have changed much in the last twenty years."

"I'm very sorry to split you and your mother up, Daphne. I only just got on this flight because of a cancellation. I'm David by the way." They chatted amiably while the plane headed for the runway.

"Don't be sorry, David, I'm only too glad to get away from mother for an hour or two. You been skiing?"

"I wish. No, just a business meeting my firm sent me on. Came out of the hotel bedroom to go to breakfast and tripped over the vacuum lead. Fell down stairs, broke left leg in two places, right leg once and bad sprain on my left wrist. Apart from that I'm okay. They kept me in hospital for twelve days and this is the first flight I could get on."

"Just about," Daphne laughed. "You comfortable? Want me to move anything?"

"No, this should be fine. Just hope the leg doesn't swell up too much on this long flight. Thirteen hours is a long time. You been holidaying in Frisco?"

"No, not much of a holiday at all. Visited an old aunt that left England after the war as a G.I. bride. We were well outside the city and mother wouldn't let me out alone much. What do you do for a living?"

"Still a student doing a Ph.D. in food enzymes. Almost my final term. Had to present a paper to an international conference organised by Beechams who also pay my grant." Daphne did a quick calculation and figured he must be about 25 or 26, five or six years older than her. "What do you do?"

"Work in my mother's office. She sells organic foods." After a pause, "Didn't they give you crutches or something to help you walk, David?"

"I was supposed to stay in hospital a bit longer, until the wrist was a bit better but when I heard of this flight, I took off. Rather I signed myself out. They put me in a taxi and the driver was helpful and got me a chair and into check in."

Ding-dong. The seat belt sign went off. They were at cruising altitude. Daphne helped him undo the belt and the stewardess came by to see if he needed pillows or anything and grinned when Daphne whispered, "Thank you. This would have been a very boring flight if I'd had to listen to mother the whole way."

The pair quietly chatted especially during the film, which, from their sideways position to the screen, was almost invisible. She was surprised and pleased to learn they lived only five miles apart. His house was just another couple of villages further from the airport.

"Excuse me for a few minutes, I need to go to the loo," stated Daphne as she rose, "What about you? You'll never close the door with those legs."

"And I won't last thirteen hours, more because we were in the departure lounge for an hour."

"Okay, I'll help you when I get back." Returning she helped him hobble to the toilet and opened the door. Another passenger, an elderly man, came and waited. "Would you mind keeping others away for a few moments, please," Daphne asked him.

"Anything for you, young lady," the man replied, "I can see the problem. Shout if you need help."

Daphne undid David's trousers while he steadied himself on the support rails by the toilet seat and pulled them down without looking at him directly. He sat and watched Daphne from the rear as she stood across the doorway to shield him from prying eyes. Hearing him try to get up she pulled his underpants up and caught the elastic behind his testicles. "Ooops. Sorry," she stuttered as she knelt to free his cock and balls. This time she perforce had a good view of it.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Daphne!" Everyone nearby must have heard her mother's voice.

Daphne blushed with shame but held her ground. "I'm not about to lose David as a friend. Not this time. Because of her I've lost the few boyfriends that I ever had," she said to herself. Out loud she muttered, "Go back to your seat mother. I am only helping David to do what he has to do."

"I think I had better change places with you girl. Obviously you can't be trusted to behave."

"You will NOT change places. You will not interfere. I have done nothing wrong or that I am ashamed of. An injured man needed a little help. I gave it. That's all."

"Is everything alright?" Rita asked.

"Only my mother creating a disturbance again," smiled Daphne, "Perhaps one of the stewards could escort her to her seat. Then you might help me back with this white legged lump back to his." It was actually the head steward that came and escorted the older woman, to the applause of the passengers and her embarrassment. Inside the older woman boiled with anger.

The rest of the flight was fairly uneventful although the toilet procedure had to be performed a second time. Daphne cut David's food so he could eat it with one hand and then pulled a blanket over them for the short night. She snuggled close as David put his good hand around her shoulders. "Thanks for all you are doing for me, Daphne. I'm sorry it seems to be causing a rift between you and your mother."

"Don't worry about it. The rift has been there for a long while. It's about time I got out of the rut and made my own decisions and my own way in life. She knows she can't spank me any longer."

Daphne remembered the last time her mother had used the strap on her backside. She had been eighteen then and as always she had dutifully lain over the bed to receive it. It was only when her mother laid on a few extras she told herself, "This is the last time you'll do that Mother." From the murmurs the that filtered through from her mother's bedroom, she knew just what was going on. "Mother's masturbating. She gets off on thrashing me. This will be the last time," she said out loud to convince herself. Shortly afterwards, Daphne enrolled in a keep fit class and without telling her mother, transferred to self defence which was held in an adjacent room. Two months later, Miriam again ordered her daughter to the bedroom for punishment. "No Mother, not this time. I'm too old for that now." For a few moments Miriam refused to believe what she heard and tried to grab Daphne's arm and drag her. Seconds later as she angrily picked herself up from the floor Miriam yelled, "You'll get extra for that." Daphne's training paid off and three more times Miriam found herself on the floor or made helpless by an arm lock. Afterwards there was a sort of armed truce. Miriam still ordered her daughter's life and while she held the purse strings, Daphne more or less accepted it but never again did she threaten corporal punishment. Instead she made Daphne stay late in the office on the pretence that work had to be completed before the next morning business. Daphne's musing ended when the 'Fasten seat belts' sign came on for the decent to Heathrow. "She's not taking David away from me before I have a chance to find out more about him and whether we like each other enough for it to be love." Daphne was determined David was not going to be forced out of her life.

As Daphne suspected her mother was up from her seat immediately the plane came to a stop. She would want to be off the plane to get through immigration with the minimum of waiting. Signalling to Daphne to make haste she was caught up in the flowing mass of bodies also trying to be off the plane with the minimum of delay. Daphne ignored her mother and waited until the aisles were clear enough for David to move. Rita came to them. "I have arranged transport for you to the terminal and for a wheel chair from the customs area to the exit. Will you be picked up from there?"

"I'm taking him," butted in Daphne.

"Won't your mother...?"

"Most probably but it's my car."

Rita smiled. "Look after her Mr. Haynes. She's a caring young lady."

The piercing beep of the disabled person's vehicle soon sped them passed the queues to baggage reclaim where the driver found them a wheel chair. "Sorry, this is as far as I'm allowed to go. You'll have to push him from here miss." Their bags came up on the carousel and Daphne hauled them on a trolley. Her mother was held up in immigration and still hadn't arrived she was held up in immigration. For some reason, they wanted to check her documents and took her into a side office. Little did she know that a passenger had asked Rita to alert security; Miriam's bad humour rankled the staff. Finally arriving at baggage reclaim in a very bad mood, she decided to take her own case on her own trolley making it awkward and inconvenient for Daphne to push a trolley and the wheel chair. Once again she loudly and forcibly rebuked her daughter for not leaving the man to get on as best he could. A mother with two children, who had shared the front row of seats with them on the plane, came over and helped while her husband pushed theirs.

Miriam soon found it was a bad idea to have her own trolley. Customs, alerted by immigration, selected her for a spot check. Her noisy protestations and threats of reporting them to her member of parliament didn't faze the officers as they methodically searched her belongings, leaving her most intimate items of underwear on top of the counter for all to view. "Do you want I do a body search on her Reg?" A buxom woman in uniform asked.

"Well there is nothing in here so it could be concealed on her person. Yes, but get the chief's okay first. All this fuss she is making could be a blind." Miriam was led into another room and the buxom woman ordered her to undress.

"In front of you? It's disgraceful. It's an outrage! I am a respectable woman. My daughter is waiting for me outside. She'll be worried."

"We'll get a message to her. Now undress and yes, it must be done in front of me. We don't want you concealing anything. Either you do it now, while I watch carefully or I ask for back-up and you are forcibly stripped. All this screaming will have no effect except to make us even more suspicious of you." Reluctantly and complaining all the time Miriam complied. Every item of her clothing was examined especially her bra and knickers. Just when she thought her ordeal was over and she stood naked in front of the officer, trying to cover herself with her arms and hands, she was horrified to see the woman don a pair of latex gloves. She knew that could only mean one thing. "Lay on the couch please madam."

The body cavity search was thorough. First the woman probed her vagina with several fingers and then her anus. It was also most embarrassing when she felt herself becoming wet. It was even more embarrassing when after a perfunctory knock a male officer with a dog entered the room. "Lettie didn't smell anything in the case," the man said as the dog sniffed Miriam's clothing, "And it doesn't look if she's finding any drugs in these clothes either. Anything inside her?"

"Get him out of here!" screamed Miriam, "He shouldn't be in here while I'm like this." The woman customs officer threw a sheet over Miriam but otherwise ignored her.

"Good girl, good girl." The dog handler fussed over the sniffer dog. Turning to Miriam he said, "Sorry madam. You seem to be clean. No drugs. When my colleague has finished with you, you are free to go."

"Yes, I'm finished now too. You may get dressed now madam. Thank you for your co-operation. You seem to be clean. Our tip-off must have been wrong. Our apologies for the inconvenience but we have to treat each tip as genuine."

"I shall take this further," snapped Miriam.

*****

"Hi, Jean. Meet David, who I met on the plane. He's coming with us. David meet my old sister Jean."

"Not so much of the old, baby Sis," laughed Jean.

"Jean only lives a few miles from the airport so I leave the car with her when we go away," Daphne explained.

"Where's mother?"

"Last I saw she was having her baggage checked in customs." They all adjourned for coffee and were all laughing together when the announcement came for Daphne to go to the information booth. "Mother is being held by customs," she announced when she returned. "Could be another half hour."

"You two make a nice pair." Jean remarked.

"Our mother doesn't think so."

"She doesn't approve of any men. Our father left her for another woman. I guess because she was so bitchy to him. Then she married again and he left after only a few months. She's become even worse since then."

"Do you need the loo?" Daphne asked David. "There's a disabled one over there. With mother held up, it will be a while before we get you home." When he nodded affirmatively, Daphne pushed him away. "You seemed to get on alright with Jean," she remarked when they were inside the cubicle. "Bit more room in here than on the plane," she added as she unbuttoned his cut-away half trousers. In the privacy of the room she had no hesitation about looking at his cock. "Do you want to stand or sit?"

"Do you want to hold it or not? I shall have to hold the handrail with my one good arm if I stand." David countered.

"You can stand," Daphne giggled like a schoolgirl as she reached and took his cock in her hand and directed it to the bowl. She watched the yellow stream splash into the water and when it died she shook his cock.

"You a virgin Daff?" David stuttered for a moment and then apologised. "Sorry that was a bit personal."

"That's okay Dave. I'm standing here holding your cock in my hand like it's an everyday thing. No, I'm not a virgin, but haven't had anyone since I was sixteen. Had a secret boyfriend at school until mother found out. We only really did it three times. Now what about you? You a virgin?"

"No. I've had a few girls and lived with one I expected to marry for six months but it died and she found someone else. No one at the moment. I just live alone in the house I inherited." Daphne continued to hold his cock even though he'd long finished. It began to stiffen. David groaned, "Not here Daff. Not with your sister and perhaps your mother waiting." Reluctantly, she tucked it away, refastened his trousers and helped him back into the chair. Before she opened the door, David asked, "Daff, Don't you need to go too? I wouldn't mind having a quick look at you, you know, down there. You've seen me."

Feeling under her skirt, glad for once her mother insisted it was more womanly to wear a skirt than pants, she pushed her knickers to her knees, tantalising David with the knowledge her cunt was bare underneath the fabric of her skirt. Slowly she lifted it and stood close to the wheelchair. David felt her with his good hand and she moaned but smiled. It had been a long time. She sat and peed.

"There's someone in there." The woman's voice came through the door.

"Won't be two minutes," Daphne called back as she readjusted her dress and put her handbag over David crotch to hide the bulge.

"At least it was a genuinely disabled person using it," the old woman leaning heavily on two sticks remarked as they left. "Too often it is young couples that make use of these facilities for other purposes." David and Daphne shared a secret smile.

"Would you like another coffee David while Daphne and I see if there is any more word on mother?" Jean asked David when they returned. He took the hint.

"Not very subtle Jean. I guess you want to ask about him."

"More about you and him. You've only known him a few hours and you've always been in a public place, yet you calmly take him for a piss as though you have known each other for years. I saw the bulge in his pants. What gives little sister?" Daphne had barely time to give her an outline of her feelings and what had occurred on the plane before Daphne wanted to make sure David was okay.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds for a few minutes while I pee and then I'll bring the car round from the car park. If you're outside waiting in the wheelchair there should be no problem in stopping and it's about time they let mother out. Unless she really was smuggling heroine or cocaine!"

Miriam was of course, furious when she gained the main hall. H; her face was red with anger ready to be unleashed. Daphne was not there. Had she gone off with that man? Had she left her behind? No. Jean would be with them. Making her way to the main exit, she spotted the trio trying to ease that man into the front seat. All three were laughing and joking. That rattled her more. He was in her seat. Again!! A traffic warden was actually assisting too. These petty bureaucrats in their uniforms were all in league with each other and out to get her.

Tired though she was from the long flight, the jet lag and having little sleep for twenty-four hours, Daphne decided she would drive. She wanted to be alongside Dave and after they exited the M25 motorway stretch it was only a mile to Jean's and then a quiet road to her home. Her mind shut out the infuriatingly loud prattle that came from her mother about her treatment in customs and what she intended to do about it. Jean, she noticed in the rear view mirror, could scarcely contain her laughter.

Jean got out and invited them in but they decided to continue until the reached home. "You'll have to get out here and get a taxi to wherever you are going, boy." Miriam announced in her forthright way. "You don't think I am going to allow my young daughter to go to your home alone, do you? Never know what might happen when there are perverts about."

"Mother! Shut up. Don't be so disgusting. I'm sure Dave isn't a pervert but I will call him a taxi when we get indoors." David's face fell a mile and he looked very disappointed. "Wait in the car, Dave. I'll help you when the taxi comes." She carried her mother's case into the house and watched her make a beeline for the loo. It gave her the few minutes she wanted.

Jumping in the car and moving off, she turned to Dave, "Your taxi service is here!" Seeing his face brighten, Daphne's face burst into a smile as well. "You thought I really was going to put you in a taxi, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I thought I was getting the heave-ho push-off treatment."

"Mother would not have got out of the car had I not thought up some ploy."

Twenty minutes later they arrived at a bungalow and Daphne helped him indoors. "Looks like the weeds grew well while you were lying about abed," she remarked.

"Yes, and it looks like I am going to have to lie abed again. I'm pretty well bushed. These legs feel like lead."

She helped him undress and then said seriously, "David, I don't like the look of your legs."

"Charming! You say the nicest things."

"No. They are swollen tight inside the plaster. If they don't go down, I'm going to have to take you to hospital."

"Yes, I know, Daff. I think I'll lay lie down and see if resting them does any good. Sorry, I'm not much of a host. It's been a tiring day." David was asleep almost before he'd finished the sentence.

Tiredness overwhelmed Daphne too and she undressed and climbed into bed alongside him. "Isn't it ironical," she thought as sleep came to her too, "The first time I get to sleep in a bed with a man and neither of us are able to do anything other than sleep."

Four hours later she awoke. David was trying to ease himself out of bed. Daphne got up to help him and when her breasts bounced she remembered her nudity. "That's how all nurses should dress." David tried to joke but it was clear he was in pain.

"I'm taking you to hospital and get that plaster taken off," David sat on the loo "Your legs are losing their circulation."

"All the blood's going to my cock," David joked.

Daphne had already noticed his erection. "Maybe we can do something about that later," she said but for now, your legs are more important. Let's get some clothes on you. And me for that matter and we'll be off."

The hospital staff were concerned and very helpful. They X-rayed him again, replaced the casts with lighter ones and loaned him a wheelchair. Daphne insisted on staying with him and on being given the instructions for his care.

A few minutes after the car had pulled into David's driveway, Daphne was supporting him and trying to get him into the wheelchair, when two squad cars and a van screamed to a halt. Uniformed officers jumped out. "Armed police! Lie on the ground!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Daphne screamed at them, "He's in enough pain now. Can't you see his legs are in new plaster?" Still suspicious the police surrounded them.

An officer came forward, "Are you Miss Daphne Winthrop?" Daphne acknowledged she was. The officer looked at the pair with a grin, "I'm Detective Inspector Dillan. Sorry Miss but I have to ask this. Is this man abducting you?"

"You are joking!" The pair grinned back. "This is my mother's doing isn't it?"

"Your mother reported you as missing believed abducted and your car highjacked."

"Sounds like mother! Officer, I'm nineteen years old, nearly twenty. I'm an adult. I met David on the plane and as you can see, he is not in the best of condition to abduct anyone and I'm looking after him so can we get him inside. We've only just got back from the hospital and you can check that."

"Miss, I have to search him. He was reported as being armed."

"You're joking! Surely mother wouldn't go that far?" Still under the watchful eyes of the armed men, Detective Inspector Dillan searched David and then at Daphne's insistence, he did her as well and looked in her purse.

*****

"Well your story had a ring or truth about it Miss Winthrop," the D.I. stated after she had been through it for the third time. "But why would your mother want to claim you had been abducted at gun point? It can't just be she took a dislike to him for making her move seats on the plane. Or even the body cavity search at customs. Could it?"

"You don't know my mother. She always wants her revenge. She'll try and get that airhostess sacked. She's probably lumped the police and customs together and is trying to humiliate you because of what they did. She'll try and get back at me for leaving her for Dave."

"If that's the case we'll have her for wasting police time. It costs a fortune to call out the armed police squad. I'll make more enquiries. Please let me know if you intend to move from the area." He gave her his card.

"You won't tell my mother where we are will you Sir? If you do, you'll need that armed guard to keep her from storming this place."

*****

Miriam lay on her bed. It was only early evening but she hadn't slept the night before and jet lag and the tribulations of the day were now coming to a head and she needed sleep. Undressing, and donning her nightdress she managed to get her head on the pillow before BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG. The doorknocker resounded in her brain. Pulling her dressing gown around her, she looked out and saw the police car in the road, blue light flashing. To her intense embarrassment, several of the neighbours were in the garden watching.

"Mrs. Miriam Heath? I'm WPC Granger, we would like you to come to the station and answer some questions concerning the reported abduction of your daughter" the WPC stated.

Although still groggy from lack of sleep, Miriam poured a torrent of abuse and invective at the poor girl. However, the girl quietly stood her ground "Madam, we have instructions to bring you in for questioning. Either you come voluntarily or my fellow officer here will have to arrest you and take you by force if necessary."

After another bout of abuse, Miriam agreed to go. "Would you like to dress first?"

"Of course I would! You think I usually go out like this?" The policewoman followed her in while her companion stayed downstairs. "I am sorry Madam, but in situations like this I have to stay with you." She watched as Miriam changed again and then escorted her to the car.

At the station she was kept waiting for a while until an officer was free to interview her. This didn't improve Miriam's temper and immediately D.I. Dillan entered the room with another officer she launched into a torrent of abuse aimed at him, the police, the customs, the airport staff and anyone else she could think of. Dillan and his companion rose and ordered a constable, "Put her in a cell for the night. We'll interview her in the morning when perhaps she's calmed down." He wondered at the phone call from his super. "Grill her hard. Use any excuse to hold her." Well he didn't need much of an excuse and the grilling could begin when he came back on duty.

She was returned to the duty officer's desk where they removed and recorded all her jewellery, her shoe laces and the belt that held up her skirt. "This is disgraceful," Miriam's voice once again sounded loudly throughout the room, "You are treating me like a criminal. I shall inform your superiors. This sort of conduct to a respectable woman cannot and will not be tolerated..."

"Madam, you are here because we believe you hoaxed the police into calling out the armed response team. That is a criminal offenseoffence. As such we have to treat you like a criminal until we are either satisfied you are not or we charge you with the offenseoffence. Because of this we have to consider the risk of your committing suicide and therefore under regulations we must remove such items as could assist you for that purpose." Turning to a constable he went on, "Put her in cell five."

"And half hourly checks," D.I. Dillan added as she was led away protesting about her treatment. Dillan then spoke quietly to the duty officer, "Make them noisy ones. Keep the bitch unhappy. The Super wants to check on some other matters with her."

Superintendent Roy Bailey watched and listened unseen while Dillan and a fellow officer questioned Miriam at some length the next morning. For once she was quieter, having had little sleep for the past two nights, tiredness was beginning to overwhelm her. Alongside her, the duty solicitor listened and occasionally commented but after an hour suggested that if they thought they had enough evidence, Mrs. Heath should be charged and allowed to leave. It was now midday and he had to be in court at one o'clock.

Daphne and David spent a far more pleasant night together. By nine o'clock they were both very tired. Jet lag caught up with them and for David, carting pounds of plaster around was proving exhausting. "I need a bath David and so do you," Daphne informed him, "I'll run a bath and give you a sponge bath while you sit on the bathroom stool and then you can watch me bathe if you want." Washing David seemed worse than trying to wash a young child but it caused many laughs and of course he got an erection when Daphne took more time and trouble cleaning his cock than was absolutely necessary.

"You're not going to be cruel and leave me hard and unsatisfied are you," David whined in what he thought was his most appealing voice.

"I could get the scissors and cut it off!"

"Think of all the enjoyment you'd miss." So they bantered with each other while Daphne bathed and dried herself in front of him. "Can I dry between your legs? You did me," David asked.

"Most likely that would make me wetter still," Daphne laughed as she passed him the towel.

"David?" Daphne had got him into bed and comfortable. "There is only one way I know of where we can satisfy each other sexually at the moment. I've never done it but am willing to try if you are."

"You mean sixty-nining. Susan, who lived here with me, and I did it quite often and I liked it. She seemed to like me doing it to her and would tolerate sucking me. At least she was willing even if not too keen."

"You'll have to tell me what to do David. I'm not at all experienced at these things."

"As long as you're willing to try, I know we'll enjoy it. I'm a little surprised at you wanting to Daphne."

"A reaction to my mother, I expect," Daphne giggled, "Now tell me if it hurts when I lie on top of you." Minutes later she was sucking his cock as deeply as she dared and was wondering what she'd do when he came in her mouth, as he surely would. The sensations between her legs as David's tongue licked along her labia and delved into her cunt put any worries from her mind. She was building up to a climax such as she not experienced before. Certainly not with the boy who fucked her three years ago and certainly not from her own fingers. Suddenly a climax overwhelmed her and she cried out with delight. David's manipulations didn't stop and as she was building up for another orgasm, he erupted in her mouth. It hit the back of her throat but the taste was not unpleasant so she kept her lips closed and continued sucking.

"Sorry Daff. I should have warned you. Go a little easier on my cock now please dear. It gets a bit sensitive after I've come. He continued licking and sucking her clit until Daphne climaxed a second time and then suggested they separate and cuddle before getting some much needed sleep.

Superintendent Roy Bailey stood in full uniform and in view of the curious neighbours as he knocked at Miriam's door. He knew they would be whispering between themselves to try and find out what Miriam had been up to.

"Bang, bang, bang!" He rattled the knocker loudly for a second time. Miriam roused herself, grabbed a robe and went to answer it just as the knocker sounded for a third time. She'd had about five hours sleep but still hadn't caught up on all she had missed in the last few days. It took her a few seconds before she recognised the man on the doorstep. "Roy Bailey?"

"Superintendent Roy Bailey. May I come in? It's about the charges."

"You people are persecuting me! I didn't do anything wrong! Why can't you leave me alone?" Miriam's voice was raised to an even higher level than usual.

"We can discuss this out here in front of your neighbours if you so wish, Mrs. Heath but it might be wiser if we went inside and try and talk amiably." Reluctantly Miriam allowed him inside.

"Miriam..."

"Mrs. Heath to you Superintendent!"

"Get off your high horse Miriam. You are in serious trouble. Wasting police time with a hoax call that cost us thousands of pounds could put you in prison. You knew very well that your daughter was not abducted at gun pointgunpoint. You knew very well that the man with her was almost immobile. Two legs in plaster and one arm in a crepe bandage and a sling. How could you even imagine he could abduct her even if he wanted to?"

"I thought he had a gun," Miriam said quietly, almost defiantly.

"No way did you think that Miriam. He just come off a plane with all the security checks that entails and you still thought he had a gun? Don't be ridiculous woman. What you knew was your daughter was running away from you. She'd found a man and you'd be left alone. Perhaps she would have come back had you not been so unpleasant on the plane. As it is she seems happy enough playing nursemaid at the moment." The superintendent went on to describe the situation when D.I. Dillan arrived at David's house. "He and WPC Granger, have both said your daughter seemed very happy to be with the man," Superintendent Bailey ended his speech.

"What are you here for?" Miriam asked.

"You know I could get the charges dropped. Or I could have them pursued to the full extent of the law. If I have them dropped you can probably guess what I would want in return. You can remember that far back can't you Miriam Bell?"

"You'd want sex? At my age? You're disgusting. It's blackmail."

"Sex and more Miriam. You remember what I liked to do."

"You surely wouldn't.... With a grown up woman?"

"You kinda liked it then even if you did protest. Think about the alternative Miriam. Think of how you would get on in prison. How you'd have a criminal record. How your business would suffer. What the neighbours would say. What the other inmates would do to you. I could waive all that in return for your spending a little time with me every so often."

"How often?" Miriam's voice was sharp again.

"Just as and when I feel like it. Probably just a few times a month. Think about it. I'll call again tomorrow but I'll be discrete and use an unmarked car and be in civvies. Have a good think, Miriam."

HalfheartedlyHalf-heartedly Miriam prepared herself a meal and ate it almost without realising. Her mind was back twenty-four years to when she was sixteen. Now as she looked at herself critically in the bedroom's full length mirror she knew her looks hadn't deteriorated too much with the years. Her figure was fuller, her breasts sagged just a little and she wouldn't dare attempt the splits nor do a high kick these days but otherwise her figure was very acceptable for a woman of her age. "Hell though," she thought, "Why should I prostitute myself for him? Why should I let that pig have sex with me? Why are they ganging up against me? They might not send me to prison. I haven't been in trouble before. But the neighbours would know. It would be in the papers." Still angry with everyone in the world she crawled into bed.

Sleep wouldn't come even though she was still very tired. Although she tried to shut her memories out, her mind kept returning to those months all those years ago when she and Roy been together. How he had dominated her. How he'd spanked and used a strap on her bottom. How he'd fucked and done other things to her. How in the end when everyone thought they would get married, she'd chucked him in favour of Bill Winthrop. How she thought she could get revenge on Roy by dominating her husband, a husband who only put up with it for a few years before leaving with someone else. Leaving her with two daughters to bring up on her own. One of them left home at the earliest opportunity and now the other had gone away with that man. It was him that was the real cause of her problem. Him and his blasted legs in plaster.

For the first time in a long while, Miriam's hand found its way between her legs as she remembered the night of the dance where she first met Roy Bailey. He was two years older than her and had his own place. Only a basement dwelling under a small shop but it served his purposes very well. After six o'clock when the shop closed, it was quiet and no one came to disturb him. His father paid the rent so his son could study in peace and be near his college. Roy also knew that passers by would not hear any screams from his bedroom at the back. Miriam found that out too.

At sixteen, Miriam had a rebellious nature. She kicked against her parent's restraints so when Roy invited her back to his rooms, she accepted even though he hinted strongly he might try and get into her knickers. Even then Miriam was arrogant enough to think she could deter him by some means or other. She soon found out she couldn't. Hardly had she entered the hallway, before he'd picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Throwing her on the bed he straddled her body and started kissing her lips and feeling her breasts through her blouse. Miriam struggled but was no match for him and soon her breasts were out in full view. The words Roy spoke were crude but they turned her on. "You've lovely big tits, Miriam, bet many boys have had a good feel of them."

"No, no, no," she'd protested but he ignored her and started sucking her nipples. Gathering all her strength, Miriam pushed him off but her feet had hardly gained the floor before he pulled her back. "Oh no girlie, you're not getting away. You came here to be fucked and fucked you are going to be. You could have done it the easy way but I like subduing feisty girls. Flipping Miriam on her stomach, he sat on her back, undid the side zip of her skirt and pushed it and her knickers down as far as he could reach. "You've a lovely white arse, Miriam," Roy remarked as one hand massaged her globes while the fingers of the other traced a path down her bum crease, stopped at her arsehole and then invaded her cunt. "They're white now but it won't be long before they're rosy red," he went on. Miriam screamed when he laid six hard slaps on each arse cheek.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Miriam yelled at him and for a few moments she thought he would but his movements were only to turn her over and himself round so he could sit on her stomach.

"The more you struggle and scream my little prick tease, the more you are going to get hurt and the more chance of your clothes getting torn. Now do you want me to rip this blouse and bra off or are you going to let me take it off in one piece?" Miriam knew she daren't go home with her blouse torn so reluctantly she raised her arms so it would come off. For a few minutes, Roy squeezed and manipulated her breasts and then started to undress himself. For the first time Miriam saw a naked erect prick. "Take a good look prick tease, this is one prick you are not teasing. This prick is going right up your cunt and maybe in your arse and mouth as well." Miriam again started to struggle but Roy caught her wrists and bound them to the bed rail with one of his ties. "Prick tease, are you going to quieten down now? Or shall I gag you? No one can hear you but me and I'm getting annoyed with it. You are going to be fucked so you might as well accept and enjoy it."

Although she quietened a little, Miriam still struggled when he completely removed her skirt, knickers and shoes. Futilely she tried to kick him but he grabbed first one ankle, then the other and tied them spread to bed head. She knew her cunt and arsehole were fully on display and she was helpless to stop him from doing anything he wanted to her. Perversely her body had become very aroused and while her mind objected to the indecencies Roy was doing to her, her vaginal juices were flowing freely.

"Roy you bastard, I'm a virgin! I've never done it before. Please don't do this to me, please." For once she spoke quietly.

"You may be a virgin now but not for much longer prick tease." Miriam watched as he opened a drawer and brought out a foil packet. "We don't want you pregnant yet do we?" Roy climbed between her spread legs and entered his prick a short distance. "This is a night you will remember for the rest of your life and because I want to make it very memorable, I am going to do it hard. Your head is propped up enough so you should see my prick go in. If you really are a virgin, then you'll feel it too. Ready to become a woman prick tease?" With that Roy rammed his prick in hard and proceeded to fuck Miriam with long hard strokes. Before long he filled the teat of the condom and collapsed on top of her.

For a while he lay there panting and telling her what a nice tight cunt she had but he didn't withdraw his prick. Miriam felt it soften slightly within her but after what seemed a short time it hardened again. Roy started moving gently within her again until his prick was rigid. Ready for a second round dear? I like to get two fucks out of one French letter." This time he took longer and Miriam's arousal was now high enough for her to climax twice before Roy finally ejaculated.

"That wasn't a bad fuck. Next time I expect more response from you but for a first time that wasn't bad. Not bad at all. Roy released her ankles and Miriam half expected her ordeal to be over but Roy had another humiliation for her. Again he straddled her body and let his softening prick nestle between her tits. Squeezing her breasts tightly against the condom, Roy withdrew his prick. A little sperm dribbled out and the remainder he squeezed over her tits and massaged it in. "Can you smell it? The smell will make you feel horny and will last a while so when you get into bed you can play with yourself and remember me. Don't wash yourself until the morning."

"I must wash. Mother will smell it."

"You'll have to avoid her then. Now just one more thing for you to do before I take you home. Open your mouth and suck me clean."

"Oh no," she protested but he held her nose and had to do it anyway.

After that he was as good as his word. He walked her home, said goodnight and kissed and promised to see her the following Saturday.

Miriam's mind came back to the present and she felt the stickiness between her legs. She'd climaxed several times over the memory. She started to recall all the other times he'd had her forcibly, the times he'd used the strap or cane on her bottom and some of the other rather perverted things they had done but soon she drifted off to sleep. It was all such a long time ago. She wondered how far he would take things now they were forty.

"Jean would you mind coming over and going with me to mother's. I need some fresh clothes and things and I'm half afraid to go alone."

"Sure, as long as that boyfriend of yours doesn't chase me all over the house!" Jean laughed into the phone, "You're not surrounded with armed police still are you?"

"You heard about that?"

"Well I heard mother's version anyway. We'll talk when I get there. 'Bout half an hour."

"Hi David, how are you?" Jean gave him a hug and pecked both cheeks when she arrived. "You looking after my little sister?"

"Nope," David laughed, "She's looking after me, but I can look after myself until you all get back."

"Jean, I think we should park a little down the road and walk to the house. If mother sees and hears your car, she may well put the chain on the door to keep me out." Jean nodded her agreement. At first they thought of going in when Miriam was at the shop but then she'd give her mother another excuse to call the police, this time she could be accused of burglary. Daphne would have to face her sometime so it might as well be now.

"Are you alright for money?" Jean asked.

"I should be alright for a few weeks at least. One advantage of living with mother, I didn't pay much in rent and our food was pretty frugal even if it was organic and at wholesale prices. I'll have to find another job in a month or two. Dave's grants won't cover expenses of two. "Just hope my key still works," she whispered as the walked quietly to the front door, "She might be lying down so we won't want to make her even more angry." Feeling like burglars, they crept in.

"CRACK!!!" A muffled cry. Daphne and Jean looked at each other. "CRACK!!!" Both women realised someone was being hit with a belt and that someone was their mother. Daphne picked up a broom, Jean a poker. "CRACK!!!" They sSilently they crept to the top of the stairs.

"One more Miriam and then you can have my cock inside you dear, just like the old days." Again the sister looked at each other, puzzled. "CRACK!!!" The bedroom door was wide open. From their position on the landing they saw what was obviously a proper leather tawse land on their mother's upturned arse. As they stood spellbound at the sight the naked man tossed the tawse aside and thrust his cock into her open cunt and started fucking it with long hard strokes. "There Miriam, you been waiting for that for good many years. Just like those Saturday nights when you were sixteen." Luckily the man and their mother were facing away from the door and hadn't spotted the girls who stood watching, undecided as to what to do. It was now clear, the man wasn't a burglar and although their mother was tied and had been beaten, it looked as though she was enjoying it or at least acquiescing. Jean signalled that they should leave.

"Bang!!" As she turned to leave the broom handle caught the door, flew out of her hand and clattered to the floor. The man paused in mid stroke. "Daphne! Jean!" He knew Daphne from the aircraft and seeing Jean in the airport. Miriam's face was distorted with embarrassment. "Get out!" she tried to say through the gag but it came out very as a few grunts.

"No ladies, Come come in. Sit down. Perhaps it is a good thing for you to learn about your mother on my first visit for many years. There won't be any need for secrecy then. Take a seat." Roy's commanding voice caused them to return to the room and sit down on the two bedside chairs. He moved from the bed and found two scarves. Taking hold of Jean's wrists he quickly bound them in front of her and then unzipped the front of her pants and thrust her hands inside her knickers.

"Whaat?? Why??" Jean started.

"Calm down," Roy commanded, "I have no intention of hurting you ladies in any way whatsoever. I just don't want you running out of the house and screaming until you know what this is all about." He bound Daphne was bound in the same way.

Royand resumed his fucking. "I'll be done in a few minutes."

"Who are you and why are you..?" Jean queried again.

"All in good time Jean. I'm sure there have been many times especially when you have been on the receiving end of her hand or strap, when you would have like to have seen your mother spanked and raped. Well now you can. At least she's been spanked even if this isn't really rape. This is the way she likes it, you know. This is how I took her virginity and had her many times afterwards until she went and married your father, poor sod." Miriam turned her head and looked to the opposite side of the room to her daughters.

Daphne went to speak but a look from Roy silenced her. "What is it with this man?" she thought, "Why has he this power over us?" Both girls sat, shocked at the sight in front of them. Still they seemed compelled to watch almost hypnotizedhypnotised by the way their mother's breasts dangled and swayed in time with the thrusts. Propped up as she was on her elbows, they just cleared the bedclothes.

"Don't be shy. Your hands are already inside your knickers, give your clit's a rub. I'm sure this has made you horny." It had but the girls were too reserved to do it in front of this stranger. "Do it!" Roy snapped, "You two must take after your mother to some extent. I bet both of you want to be outwardly in control but don't mind if the right man takes over that control from you when sex is involved." Daphne and Jean glanced at each other. They had done this when they shared a room but that was years ago. Shyly each allowed a finger to gently rub their clits. Their eyes turned once again to the scene in front of them. Roy was pounding hard, Miriam groaning into her gag, her face still turned away in shame from her daughters.

There was a short pause in Roy's movements during which the girls knew he was coming inside their mother. They watched as he withdrew. Deliberately he showed them his sticky wet cock. Although it was now softening, both girls could tell it was bigger than average or at least bigger than Jean's husband John's or David's. Roy removed Miriam's gag and when she opened her mouth to yell he pushed his cock in. Miriam remembered what to do. Daphne wondered if one day she would do that for David after he'd fucked her. Jean knew she already did for John.

*****

"So you see ladies, had not your mother jilted me all those years ago, things might have been very different." Roy finished his explanation. He and Miriam sat side by side on the bed facing the two girls whose hands were still bound and inside their knickers.

Roy had his arm around his companion, preventing her from covering her breasts or pubic area. At first she had blushed scarlet but now she was in a 'brazen it out mode'. Her daughters had seen everything, had seen her thrashed and humiliated.

"Are you moving in with her now?" Jean asked.

"Not for the time being but I will make regular visits. You should too. Now you know her little secret you no longer have to fear her. In fact you can make up for all the agony she has caused you. I'll hang this strap behind her wardrobe door and every time you call by, bend her over and give her half a dozen good ones on bare arse or use a riding crop on her tits. If she refuses let me know and I'll give her far, far worse. Don't keep away. Next time I come, I'll expect to see a nicely warmed arse ready for me."

"No!" Miriam cried, "Please don't Roy, they're my daughters. It should be a mother punishing them, not the other way round."

"You will do as I say, Miriam. When either of them arrives you will go into the bedroom and allow them to fasten and gag you and then," Roy turned to the girls, "Lay the tawse on good and hard and afterwards if you feel like playing with her, do so. If she refuses, give me a ring. It's payback time for her. Your bottoms have no doubt smarted from her attentions. Get your own back."

*****

"I think your job is safe now Daff," Jean remarked as they drove back to David's. They'd left their mother still naked in the bedroom while Daphne had packed some clothes. Now, still reeling from the experience they were trying to wend their way through traffic.

"Pull into the lay by near the park, Jean. I think we ought to talk about what we are going to do now and how much to tell David and John. I'm totally bewildered by it all."

"Well what are we going to do, Jean?" Daphne asked when they were parked. "Are we going to let that man continue to dominate our mother? In some ways she seemed to like it."

"What we saw was something neither of us ever expected to see. We've always been under her thumb, or I was until I made a break for it and moved in with John. Now we see her thrashed and screwed in front of us and she seemed to be at least partly enjoying it. It's so difficult to comprehend. I know I let John spank me sometimes before we do it but nothing like the belting she had. John just gets me warmed up enough to be horny for him. I don't suppose you tried it with David yet."

"He's not in any condition to at the moment. What about us using that tawse on mother? In a way I hate to say this, but I wish we had arrived earlier to see her getting it, instead of just the last few whacks. Do you think we should go round and do it to her ourselves?"

"I'd certainly like to Daff, especially after all she did to us when we were younger. Remember what we did we with each other when we'd both had our bums tanned." Jean paused and giggled before going on, "Would we do that to her?" The discussion ranged round in circles for sometime before Jean said, "Daff, I don't think we can know what we will do until we try it. Why don't we go round together next week and see what happens? If David's fit enough, you could go back to work even if it is on a part time basis and test the water so to speak. If she's still a bitch to you then we can make plans to improve her attitude a bit."

Saturday morning, Daphne phoned the shop. "Mother, David's okay to be left for an hour or two now so I will be coming in for a couple of hours in the mornings and again in the afternoons."

"This isn't a charity Daphne," Miriam snapped. She had feared having to talk with her daughters since their visit and her humiliation, "Either you work a full day or leave completely. I thought you had and was going to find a replacement."

"Mother, that doesn't sound very charitable. I will see if Jean is free to come with me to see you this evening. Perhaps we can persuade you to change your mind. Will Roy be there?"

"No, no...." Miriam stuttered, "He's working. Big football match tonight. No need for you to come round... Come in on Monday. Do the hours you can." Daphne could tell her mother was furious at having to back down.

"See you about seven if Jean can make it. Make sure you're in. I'm sure Roy will wish to know if you try and run away or try and lock us out."

"I can't believe we are really going to do this," Jean remarked to her sister as they walked to the door, "Do you think she will let us in?"

"I think she'll have to. I phoned Roy and he said he'd threatened her with the cane if she didn't."

"I still can't believe it!"

"Nor can I after the way she's treated me for all these years and how I was hardly allowed out of her sight during our holiday. She's pretended to be a saint and yet all those years ago, she was a bit of a slut and from what we saw the other night, she still is. I'm not sure I can put that tawse across her bum though even though she wasn't too pleasant with me this morning."

"I'm sure you will Daff. You'll get plenty of encouragement from me, and if you don't, I'll give her your share as well as mine. She virtually forced me to move out and live with John although that seems to have worked out okay. He told me to lay it on good and hard for him too. She'll hardly acknowledges his existence. Did you tell David?"

"Yes. He said to do what my own conscience told me." By now they were inside the house. It was quiet. Only a whimpering from the kitchen.

Miriam sat there quietly crying. "You didn't have to come Daphne. I would have agreed to your terms of work. There was no need to humiliate me further. And you Jean, had no need to come at all."

"I had every reason as you well know Mother. I wanted to come. I wanted to see you suffer as you made us suffer for all those years," Jean answered.

Daphne drummed up her courage but spoke quietly, "Lets make a start Mother. Get yourself up into your bedroom."

"No please Daphne," Miriam whimpered again, "I'm your mother."

In reply Daphne pulled out Roy's card and moved to the phone. "Perhaps Roy will let us see when he stripes your arse with the cane and then forces himself up your bottom."

"Bitch!" Miriam screamed, her anger surfacing. "Dirty bitches, the pair of you." Daphne lifted the receiver and started dialingdialling.

"Very well. You win." Miriam started up the stairs. In the bedroom she bent over the end of the bed and lifted her skirt.

"No, no Mother," Jean spoke, "Strip off like last time. Us dirty bitches want to see everything." Miriam tried to protest but didn't notice Daphne coming up behind her swinging the tawse.

"Crack!" It landed on the back of her thighs just below the hem of her skirt. As she turned to face her daughter the leather caught the thighs in front. Daphne allowed the sound of the loud yells to die down and then repeated Jean's command, "Strip off just like last time, mother dear."

"Look the other way then." Both girls shook their heads. Daphne swung the tawse menacingly. Miriam undressed.

"Where's the rope Roy used?" Jean asked.

"Bottom drawer." Miriam reluctantly answered. She lay lengthwiselengthways on the bed, her face pushed into the pillow as if to hide herself. Quickly they fastened her down and stuffed her knickers into her mouth. Jean took the cushions from the bedside chairs and forced them under Miriam's hips to raise her arse.

Both girls looked at the well-displayed cunt between the open thighs. "Just think," Jean remarked, "We both came out of there. Reminds me of a joke John told. We were with some of his mates and he said it was a long time since he'd had his nose in his mother's cunt. Of course we said how disgusting and so on, giving him a hard time. Then he turned on us and said, What did your mothers shit you then?"

Daphne laughed. "Shall I start?"

"By the looks of that welt across her thighs, it seems as if you already did," giggled Jean then more seriously added, "Lay it on hard. Remember the times we came to bed crying." Daphne remembered only too clearly.

"I also remember the noises we heard coming from her room afterwards."

"Whaaap!!" She laid the leather tawse across her mother's rump. It jumped under the impact. A groan escaped from the gag. For a short while Daphne was ashamed of herself what she was doing but she told herself, if "If she I didn't don't do it now, she I would will be forever be under her mother's thumb and would be completely out of a job." "Whaaap!! Whaaap!! Whaaap!! Whaaap!! Whaaap!!" She laid the strap on hard and fast, seemingly wanting to get it over with. Her mother hardly had time to react between each blow. Before ther sisters' eyes, the arse, still with a dark flush from Roy's attentions, coloured up vividly.

Jean took the strap. Before starting she rubbed her hands over the tender flesh, remarking to Daphne how warm it was already. "You feel how warm it is Daff. I wonder how much warmer it will get before I finished." Jean had none of her sister's concerns and took her time laying each stroke on methodically and allowing time for the pain to penetrate before applying the next. Eventually she put the tawse down.

"Do you think we should put cream on her like we used to each other, Daff?" Daphne noted the glint in Jean's eyes. In their early teen aged years, putting cream on sore bottoms led to massaging more sexual areas. They knew from experience, it helped to relieve the pain as much as putting the cream on the whipped places. Jean, as always in the past, took the lead and soon masturbated her mother to a climax.

They released Miriam. Daphne was filled with disgust at what she had done but Jean felt her mother had got just what she deserved. "You must not let her boss you about again Daff., Jean told her as they drove back to David's, "Keep in control even if you don't wish to spank her again. Go into work when you're ready and make sure she knows you are not going to put up with any nonsense. Probably be easier for you if you find another job but that might be difficult while you're looking after David so you'll have to brazen in out with her and the others at work for the time being."

*****

"If you can work for a drug company, then you can work for me," Daphne giggled and climbed on top of him. The new plaster was shorter and now she had better access to his cock. For the first time since they met, she was able to have it inside her vagina. "Lie still Dave, I'll do the work." She lowered herself on his erection and gently rocked up and down. It wasn't very satisfactory but at least it was a start. It might be a least a month before the plaster casts were finally removed.

At work, her mother on the Monday morning had immediately tried to impose her will. "Now that you have finally arrived Daphne, perhaps you would start work on the Rogers order."

"Mother, I will do that when I have checked through what has happened while I was away. I am quite capable of organising my work schedule so don't start getting your knickers in a twist. I'll be surprised if Rogers have paid for their last order yet." Sally and Freida looked up. Never before had they heard Daphne speak to her mother that manner. They of course knew Daphne had moved from home and was living with a boyfriend but for her to answer Miriam back was a big departure for the usually timid Daphne.

"I think I could try and go back to work tomorrow," David told Daphne as they lay in bed, "That is if you wouldn't mind driving me. I've a lot to catch up with on my course and if I don't finish it, I won't get my Ph.D." It was two weeks after the girls had chastised their mother. The hospital had put on a lighter plaster and David no longer needed his arm bandaged. "I can get around in the wheelchair and work the computer but I may have to get some assistance doing the experiments when the benches are too high"

It took a little while for David to get Daphne through security. In the end they gave her a visitor's pass and she was able to wheel him into the lab and meet Richard his boss and stayed while they discussed the problems David would have completing his work. None of the difficulties couldn't be overcome especially if he had an assistant. Sally Barnes was already there but had more than enough work to do and being seven months pregnant wouldn't be able to cope with an extra load. "Could I not be his assistant, Richard?" Daphne asked, "I don't have university training but I'm no simpleton and I can follow instructions."

"In principle yes but we don't have the funding to pay you."

"We are already negotiating damages with the hotel in Frisco for negligence, we could add it to their bill. Might be a while before that comes through though," David suggested. In the end Daphne agreed to work part time for a minimal wage theoretically for three hours a day but in fact she would be there as long as David was. They suggested if she did well, they might take her on permanently, when Sally left and indeed so it worked out.

Finally the plasters came off. David was able to walk again although with his leg muscles weakened it would take a while for him to gain full fitness. At least now they could have sex normally. "You know what I would like to do, David?" David shook his head. "I would like to have Jean and John and my mother and Roy round for Sunday lunch. She would have to behave with Roy there and it might get us all back together as a family. We all know what she and Roy do together." This became more apparent when Miriam winced as she sat on the hard dining room chairs! Without a word, Daphne went and brought a cushion. Blushing, Miriam accepted it. Her status in the family group was now established.

Finis.

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