Andy Reeley King's Ransom (pdf)

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I will go for a walk to the paper shop each morning before
work and turn it on for a few minutes as I browse newspapers. He
suggested, I can go for a walk at lunchtimes at work. Actually, it
might be better if I started using the bus for work. Then I can have
it switched on without anyone seeing. I can sit at the back of the
bus and see everyone that gets on.
Right Howard, that is fine, you start that. I shall contact you
when we will start moving things forward.
How is your diary next week?
Anne held her hand up and mouthed a wait and then hurried
from the room. She returned with the appointments diary in her
hands. Monday busy all day, Tuesday morning two appointments,
actually next door to each other, Louise and Lyne, and then nothing
until the following Monday.
Good. I have to Lecture in Bath on Wednesday and
Thursday, come with me, we can stay on the Crescent and roam
historic Bath and forget the needy women of Gloucester for a few
days. It will do you good to get away, and anyway, it will give me
unrestrained access to you without fear of an errant daughter
barging in to look for hair straighteners.
Anne laughed. She had been naked following a shower and he
had joined her in the bedroom and offered her a massage. She had
lain face down on the bed, and he had straddled her back and begun
Futures Planned
to rub oil into her skin. His hands had begun to roam further from
her back and had touched her breasts as they moved down her
sides, and slipped between her buttocks, getting ever closer to her
sex. He too was naked and his intentions had obviously gone
beyond a simple massage. She had felt his arousal swell on her back
and her own desires had grown too. She had been about to roll over
and move the proceedings on, when the door had burst open.
Anne, have you got the hair straighteners? Debbie had
called before looking and realising what was happening. Oh God,
sorry, oh shit, she had shrieked as she had hurried out of the room.
Well, Gerald had said, If she didn t know what a naked
man looked like before, she sure as hell does now. Anne had
smiled, it had been bound to happen eventually, and she had rather
the interruption before anything had actually started, than during.
Then was not the time to let Gerald know that his daughter knew
exactly what a naked man looked like. Let the man live in blissful
ignorance that his daughter was more of a woman than he actually
realised.
Should I go and speak to her? Gerald had asked Anne.
No way. She must learn that shut doors in this house imply
privacy. She knows what was going on, just let it lie. Now, I think
that you were just about to rub a little deeper?
The next morning as Anne had taken Debbie to college,
Debbie had apologised again. I didn t think dad was upstairs, and
anyway, I mean, I know you sleep together, but I never actually
thought that you, you know, slept together, I mean, well, I just
didn t.
Anne had laughed. Oh Debbie, just because we are old and
decrepit, not vibrant and young like you, doesn t mean that we can t
have a personal life. If you see a closed door, just knock. If no one
answers, then we are either not in there or asleep, either way you
can enter. If we say something in response to a knock, then, respect
what we say, okay?
God, I am sorry, honestly, I just, well, I just never expected
to see my dad, you know, like that.
Love, your dad is a perfectly wonderful totally normal man. I
don t want you to get hung up over something of nothing. After all,
he was actually only giving my back a massage, and had taken his
King s Ransom
clothes off so as not to stain them with oil, so you didn t actually
disturb anything. Don t fret, please.
Yes but, he was&
No buts Debbie, Anne interrupted. Your dad was just
giving me a massage, and even if it had been anything more, then
that would have just been a natural incidence of two people who
love each other. Now, relax, don t fret about it, you need to
concentrate on your college work. You have a bright future ahead
of you and you don t need it distracted by things you thought you
saw.
Okay Auntie Anne, but I am not a silly young girl, I know
what I saw.
That is as maybe Debbie, but I was laying face down on the
bed being massaged, I couldn t possibly have seen what you thought
you saw. Now let s drop it. If you want to talk about it more, then,
please talk to your father, after all, he was the man on top. Anne
had laughed loudly at her joke and the conversation had stopped.
Anne had dropped Debbie at College and then headed back
towards Painswick for her first appointment of the day.
Her mind came back to the present, less than a second had
gone as the memories of the incident had flashed before her.
Bath?
Yes. I have to give a Lecture at two on Wednesday and then
a follow up at ten thirty the following morning. I can book us into
the Royal Crescent for a couple of nights, it ll be fun.
Okay, that sounds good. I have only ever seen the Royal
Crescent when I went on a school trip, I didn t realise that there was
a hotel there.
Oh yes, right in the middle of the Crescent. Very old school,
you know, butlers and door men, chamber maids and all that. It is
like living in Edwardian England, it is positively wonderful. You will
love it.
And only a Chambermaid to burst in, not a teenage
daughter.
Quite.
Something s Afoot
Your opinion Edward?
I agree sir, something is afoot with Fitzroy, but I am not sure
what. His actions do not add up. I gather that Racer had concluded
that Fitzroy was simply under whelmed by it all and had just
stopped bothering?
Indeed Edward. That is not necessarily the opinion of us
all.
No, I agree. I think he is hiding something. I think that he
was excited about his ancestry and what he believed that it meant
for him. I also think that in his initially excited state he went on the
internet and started looking for support. That, of course, is when
Echelon brought him to our attention.
Indeed and Racer became an Australian sympathiser to egg
Howard along, find his true intent.
Fitzroy didn t stay interested in Racer for long. He also,
according to the traffic traces at the time, started to understand a
little more about the internet, and kindly souls pointed out to him
that people like us were watching. At that point he appears to
simply have stopped using the internet. However, this is where my
interpretation and that of Racer varies. I do not believe he simply
stopped because he lost interest. I believe he stopped because he
was scared that we would find out about him, and that we would
stop him. He may well have been scared for his life. Wrongly, of
course.
He wasn t to know that if we concluded that he posed no
credible threat that that we would do nothing.
Well yes, absolutely how could he, and anyway, no one [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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