little higher. Within minutes he was inside her, bumping hard against her hips as she cried out in ecstasy.
‘Lord, that was good,’ he sighed, when finally he releasedher to catch his breath. ‘I can’t quite believe you actually came, or that we’re doing this here on a public train.’
Chuckling softly, she stroked his jaw, noticing how it bristled with the start of an unshaved beard. Poor man, he seemed to forget such obvious routines these days. ‘Why wouldn’t I? We love each other, Alex, and I need you. You do still want me, don’t you?’
‘Of course I do. The time we’ve spent together has saved my sanity these last months. But you know that I’m promised to a sweet young girl.’
‘I think you mean to a naïve idiot. Forget her. Why would you need Cathie Morgan when you now have me?’
‘Our relationship is a bit different. Besides, promises must be kept.’
‘Why should they be? I’m the one you truly love. I want you to choose
me
, not
her.
’
Laughing, he pulled her back into his arms to fondle her breasts. ‘Maybe I don’t have to choose, since I love both of you, if in slightly different ways. What’s wrong with that?’ And as he started to kiss her some more, Davina elected not to dispute his argument, much as she might wish to. Her need was far too great to take the risk of him choosing this so-called sweet young thing he hadn’t seen for years, and who was now a beautiful young woman.
Later, as she got off the train at Salford, before it reached Victoria where Cathie was waiting for him, he slipped a few coins and a packet of cigarettes into her pocket, making her laugh with delight. Smiling at these memories of theirlovemaking, she thought what a generous man he was. She’d walked away revelling in the scent of him upon her skin, the burn of his kisses on her lips and the delicious ache in certain parts of her anatomy, which proved how very much he needed her. Always thrilling.
Now she simply had to convince him that not all promises needed to be kept, and she was the one he couldn’t live without. With luck, and a bit more effort on her part, this time she fully intended to win more from him than the odd night in his bed.
Exactly as he’d planned, Alex took to going out every evening. He would go to the cinema or theatre, to a club, football match or a pub to meet friends and drink. Sometimes he’d go alone, although Davina would often accompany him. He’d been seeing her regularly ever since she’d come to meet him on the train just before Christmas, and they’d joke and have fun together. Living life to the full was what he so loved to do, and he fully intended to continue doing so. There’d been nothing much in the way of entertainment out in the desert, save for those far too short leaves he’d spent in Cairo, so he felt that he deserved to live the life he’d been deprived of for years.
He did miss his army mates as he’d quite enjoyed army life: if not the discipline, at least the routine, the good meals, uniform and regular pay that arrived in his bank account through little effort on his part, and with no greatdanger involved. The camp was once bombarded, but he’d managed to evade injury by fleeing.
And he certainly had no wish to return to a boring desk job or dull domestic routine, or to be cooped up in a world of wrecked houses with dreadful food. A part of him almost regretted that the war had ended, or that he’d ever left the army. The life that he’d once known here in Manchester had gone, the city, like the country, had completely changed and become much more bureaucratic. Alex felt he’d suffered enough of rules and regulations, and disliked having too many decisions to make.
Even Cathie was no longer the pretty, adoring girl she’d once been, but a firm young woman with a mind of her own. She was still quite lovely, but not exactly glamorous, as she tended to favour easy-to-wear, more practical clothes. Very boring of her. As for this tale
‘Lord, that was good,’ he sighed, when finally he releasedher to catch his breath. ‘I can’t quite believe you actually came, or that we’re doing this here on a public train.’
Chuckling softly, she stroked his jaw, noticing how it bristled with the start of an unshaved beard. Poor man, he seemed to forget such obvious routines these days. ‘Why wouldn’t I? We love each other, Alex, and I need you. You do still want me, don’t you?’
‘Of course I do. The time we’ve spent together has saved my sanity these last months. But you know that I’m promised to a sweet young girl.’
‘I think you mean to a naïve idiot. Forget her. Why would you need Cathie Morgan when you now have me?’
‘Our relationship is a bit different. Besides, promises must be kept.’
‘Why should they be? I’m the one you truly love. I want you to choose
me
, not
her.
’
Laughing, he pulled her back into his arms to fondle her breasts. ‘Maybe I don’t have to choose, since I love both of you, if in slightly different ways. What’s wrong with that?’ And as he started to kiss her some more, Davina elected not to dispute his argument, much as she might wish to. Her need was far too great to take the risk of him choosing this so-called sweet young thing he hadn’t seen for years, and who was now a beautiful young woman.
Later, as she got off the train at Salford, before it reached Victoria where Cathie was waiting for him, he slipped a few coins and a packet of cigarettes into her pocket, making her laugh with delight. Smiling at these memories of theirlovemaking, she thought what a generous man he was. She’d walked away revelling in the scent of him upon her skin, the burn of his kisses on her lips and the delicious ache in certain parts of her anatomy, which proved how very much he needed her. Always thrilling.
Now she simply had to convince him that not all promises needed to be kept, and she was the one he couldn’t live without. With luck, and a bit more effort on her part, this time she fully intended to win more from him than the odd night in his bed.
Exactly as he’d planned, Alex took to going out every evening. He would go to the cinema or theatre, to a club, football match or a pub to meet friends and drink. Sometimes he’d go alone, although Davina would often accompany him. He’d been seeing her regularly ever since she’d come to meet him on the train just before Christmas, and they’d joke and have fun together. Living life to the full was what he so loved to do, and he fully intended to continue doing so. There’d been nothing much in the way of entertainment out in the desert, save for those far too short leaves he’d spent in Cairo, so he felt that he deserved to live the life he’d been deprived of for years.
He did miss his army mates as he’d quite enjoyed army life: if not the discipline, at least the routine, the good meals, uniform and regular pay that arrived in his bank account through little effort on his part, and with no greatdanger involved. The camp was once bombarded, but he’d managed to evade injury by fleeing.
And he certainly had no wish to return to a boring desk job or dull domestic routine, or to be cooped up in a world of wrecked houses with dreadful food. A part of him almost regretted that the war had ended, or that he’d ever left the army. The life that he’d once known here in Manchester had gone, the city, like the country, had completely changed and become much more bureaucratic. Alex felt he’d suffered enough of rules and regulations, and disliked having too many decisions to make.
Even Cathie was no longer the pretty, adoring girl she’d once been, but a firm young woman with a mind of her own. She was still quite lovely, but not exactly glamorous, as she tended to favour easy-to-wear, more practical clothes. Very boring of her. As for this tale
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