This is the twenty-fifth part of a fiction serial, in 740 words.
Elsie Hughes was not much like Winnie. She wasn’t one for sitting chatting, or watching television. Her style was to go straight up into the bedroom and get on with it. But she was much more experienced than Winnie, and Mabel was breathless after the tricks Elsie used on her. There wasn’t much of a pause before she wanted to start again, but long enough for Mabel to find out more about her.
“My dad was in the Air Force from the early days. He was a sergeant mechanic, so we got moved around a lot. I was born in Wales where my parents came from, but don’t remember it. I was still very young when we got moved to Lincolnshire, that’s where I went to school. Then when the war started, we were moved to Oakington, and that’s how I ended up in Cambridgeshire to start with. I always hated boys, rough and unattractive. But what could you do? back then there was no outlet for a girl like me, and I couldn’t exactly tell my parents I fancied girls. Reckon they would have locked me up”.
At that point, she stopped talking, and started the love-making all over again.
Mabel was thrilled, but exhausted when it was all over. Elsie didn’t seem satisfied, and stayed in bed chatting for a while. “I could only see one way out of it, getting pregnant, and having a man who had to marry me. But my mistake was choosing a Yank. He was keen enough to do the business, but when I told him I was expecting, he suddenly disappeared. I always thought he must have put in for a transfer back to the States. And he was probably married over there. But my mum knew I was up the duff, and wouldn’t hear of me trying to get rid of it. Terry was born in fifty-one, and mum took us in. Dad was already in hospital with lung cancer by then. Mum told him all those fags would kill him, and they did.”
She paused again, and Mabel knew what to expect. The woman was insatiable. Not a bad thing, after such a long dry spell.
Before she left for home, Elsie accepted a glass of Port in the living room, and continued her story.
“Once dad was gone, mum lived on his RAF pension, and a few cleaning jobs. I was working as a waitress wherever I could get a job, and between us we raised Terry as best we could. I tried looking for girlfriends, but it was bloody hard. Even the ones I knew were interested wouldn’t give in to their desires. I had to get buses into Cambridge to try my luck with the girl students at the colleges there. I had some good nights, but they were mostly bad. Mum had applied to the council for a three bed house, and they finaly offered us one here in Huntingdon when Terry started school. I managed to get full-time waitressing work at a hotel, and mum cared for Terry in the evenings. We are still there now, all these years later. Anyway, I had better go, Mabel. I wanted to say that I am glad we have found each other”.
Feeling worn out after three sessions, Mabel had a long bath. She was still soaking in it when Reg came home from the golf club.
“Mabel love, I have just had a good tip from a local councillor at the golf club. They are building some lovely three-bed bungalows in a cul-de-sac just up the road. We could buy one off-plan, no questions asked. It’s up to you, but I reckon we could get almost two grand for this house, and you wouldn’t need much more to buy one of those new builds. They are detached, and all have garages and a good sized garden. Two thousand seven hundred if we act now. What do you reckon, love? They might be more than three thousand if we wait until they are officially released”.
She shouted through the bathroom door.
“Tell them yes, Reg. I fancy a bungalow with a garage and good garden. By the time we sell this place, we won’t have that much more to find. I will give you the money for the deposit next week”.
Onec he had gone back downstairs, she thought about her time with Elsie. And that made her tingle all over.
I’m glad for Mabel. It wasn’t just WWII that the Yankees left many women with child.
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We still have American Air Force bases here, Jennie. I knew a blogger who married an Airman from one near where I live. They moved back to North Carolina, but the marriage didn’t last once they were living in America.
Best wishes, Pete.
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That’s sad, Pete. Best to you.
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(1) Three-leaf clover. Three-session lover. (More luck to come!)
(2) Elsie’s mistake was marrying a Yank. The Yank’s mistake was not wearing protection.
(3) “But my mum knew I was up the duff.” Is it safe to sit on one’s duff when pregnant? (I’m assking for a friend.)
(4) Elsie had some good nights, but mostly bad. Finally, though, she has found Mabel, her true love!
This reminds me that when Olivia, the daughter of Simon and Helen, grew up, she had a hard time finding a good date. Fall? No luck. Winter? No luck. Spring? No luck. But then she met Johnny T., a greaser who was as cute as can be. And…uh-oh, those summer nights!
(5) I wonder if Elsie also fancies a cowabungalow?
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The Simpsons, and the film ‘Grease’. You did well today, David.
Best wishes, Pete.
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We have Mabel “tingling all over,” Reg is buying a new house, and I’m still waiting for something to shatter! Hugs, C
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Sometimes, things don’t shatter. They just wear down, and stop working.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Hmmm!! Mabel’s having a ball!
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So far so good, Sue.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Mabel might soon need to slip some bromide in Elsie’s tea, lol.
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I have a feeling Mabel is enjoying it. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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A nice new bungalow with a garden it sounds like Mabel and Reg are ticking along quite nicely in their own little worlds, Tweeted for you, Pete xx
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Thanks, Carol. They have managed to work out how to live separate lives but remain married.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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As many people do, Pete xx
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Hmm. I expected Mabel to object to the proposed move.
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Stand by for an update on that, Liz. But Mabel actually likes the idea of moving to a detached property.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I look forward to today’s installment. 🙂
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Money still not a problem… Warmest regards, Ed
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Not so far. They haven’t had to spend that much, and Reg got quite a bit back when he sold the Zephyr. His pay rise on promotion was substantial too.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well Reg and Mabel are at least getting along nicely.
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They have settled into their life as ‘friends’, I feel.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Things are certainly looking up
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Yes, a fresh start all round for Mabel.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Damn Yankees!
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They fathered a lot of children in the UK, Don. Some took the girls home as war brides, many others skipped.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I know of one English War Bride. She was smart and divorced the jerk and raised the three kids on her own.
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Rotten Yanks! Although I don’t see how a marriage would have worked out for Elsie the way it has for the resourceful Mabel. What’s up with Terry?
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You wil find out about Terry.
Best wishes, Pete.
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