In any ordinary life (In any oridnary Book 1) by Clare Stanley Midgley
Authors: Clare Stanley Midgley
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Jeanie put her head on the steering wheel and with her mum now spitting venom from the curb orders where given again
“Girls get in this car now and you move!”
“Mrs Rutherford so charmed to meet your acquaintance again as usual. Jeanie tells me she’s getting married, I bet that shit you up didn’t it?” Irene screwed her face in disgust at his response, whilst John sat smugly in the front seat. Pushing her daughters out of the way she couldn’t hold her tongue any longer.
“Jeanie drive the car. Listen to me you lack lustre piece of shit leave my daughter alone or you won’t just end up with a broken nose you will be picking your balls and teeth up out of the gutter so why don’t you just fuck off back to that cunt you married.”
John didn’t reply but instead sat with a coy smile knowing it would annoy everyone. As the group arrived home Irene dragged all but Jeanie out of the car. Jeanie didn’t need to two words however two words were spoken, “Sort it.”
He didn’t seem to move he wasn’t fazed by any responses they had given. Jeanie slammed the car door and started to walk around the back of the house. John equally followed with a confident swagger placing his head on the glass of the back door he leaned towards Jeanie and spoke. “You could at least let me in for a brew now you’ve splattered my nose.”
Jeanie opened the door and walked through into the kitchen she didn’t stop walking instead she ran straight upstairs pulling off her clothes in temper. Hunting around the bedroom for pyjamas and throwing her dressing gown on the muttering’s under her breath had increased to full out talking.
Anger, hatred and disgust had been spitting from her lips as she ran back down the stairs, “Ok fuckwit want a brew well you know where the fucking pot is don’t you!”
Jeanie slammed the tea pot down onto the kitchen table and stood in front of it with her arms folded seeing her frustrations John didn’t say a word. Instead he took off his jacket and washed his hands before nonchalantly undoing his collar button.
Jeanie stood feeling the venom pulsating through her body. Knowing how powerless she felt at his responses he filled up the kettle and lit the stove. Taking her actions in his stride he crossed his arms and stood staring at her seemingly unaware of the tensions his visit had caused.
He treated the kitchen as if it was his own and didn’t care about the torture and turmoil Jeanie felt just being in his presence.
Taking the kettle off the stove he walked towards Jeanie. Standing nose to nose with her and as he placed the hot kettle on the table he placed his hand on Jeanie’s waist and pulled her close.
“Remember Jeanie; remember our unique way of making drinks”
He pressed his body close into Jeanie and held her hand gently behind her back placing the leaves in the pot. Jeanie froze as she felt his breath on her neck and his leg resting between hers. As he moved closer she could feel what was pulsating through his body but no matter how much she tried he had her where he wanted.
Her sister stood watching his every move wishing they could take her place and as he slid his hand further down Jeanie pushed him out the way and made her way through her sisters.
He sat on the corner of the table drinking his tea as if it was a normal occurrence. His self assured stance providing a cover for his un-gentlemanly behaviour. “Ladies I bid a fond farewell.”
As he quietly sipped the liquid he seemed to drift away deep in thought, without a care and as he placed the cup back onto the neatly quaffed cloth he fixed his jacket. Gathering his hat John proceeded to leave through the back door and with that he disappeared out of view.
Contemplating the evening events he casually walked around the corner and down the pretty garden path. On hearing the front door slam shut he watched as she raced into the night.
Jeanie’s mutterings
“Girls get in this car now and you move!”
“Mrs Rutherford so charmed to meet your acquaintance again as usual. Jeanie tells me she’s getting married, I bet that shit you up didn’t it?” Irene screwed her face in disgust at his response, whilst John sat smugly in the front seat. Pushing her daughters out of the way she couldn’t hold her tongue any longer.
“Jeanie drive the car. Listen to me you lack lustre piece of shit leave my daughter alone or you won’t just end up with a broken nose you will be picking your balls and teeth up out of the gutter so why don’t you just fuck off back to that cunt you married.”
John didn’t reply but instead sat with a coy smile knowing it would annoy everyone. As the group arrived home Irene dragged all but Jeanie out of the car. Jeanie didn’t need to two words however two words were spoken, “Sort it.”
He didn’t seem to move he wasn’t fazed by any responses they had given. Jeanie slammed the car door and started to walk around the back of the house. John equally followed with a confident swagger placing his head on the glass of the back door he leaned towards Jeanie and spoke. “You could at least let me in for a brew now you’ve splattered my nose.”
Jeanie opened the door and walked through into the kitchen she didn’t stop walking instead she ran straight upstairs pulling off her clothes in temper. Hunting around the bedroom for pyjamas and throwing her dressing gown on the muttering’s under her breath had increased to full out talking.
Anger, hatred and disgust had been spitting from her lips as she ran back down the stairs, “Ok fuckwit want a brew well you know where the fucking pot is don’t you!”
Jeanie slammed the tea pot down onto the kitchen table and stood in front of it with her arms folded seeing her frustrations John didn’t say a word. Instead he took off his jacket and washed his hands before nonchalantly undoing his collar button.
Jeanie stood feeling the venom pulsating through her body. Knowing how powerless she felt at his responses he filled up the kettle and lit the stove. Taking her actions in his stride he crossed his arms and stood staring at her seemingly unaware of the tensions his visit had caused.
He treated the kitchen as if it was his own and didn’t care about the torture and turmoil Jeanie felt just being in his presence.
Taking the kettle off the stove he walked towards Jeanie. Standing nose to nose with her and as he placed the hot kettle on the table he placed his hand on Jeanie’s waist and pulled her close.
“Remember Jeanie; remember our unique way of making drinks”
He pressed his body close into Jeanie and held her hand gently behind her back placing the leaves in the pot. Jeanie froze as she felt his breath on her neck and his leg resting between hers. As he moved closer she could feel what was pulsating through his body but no matter how much she tried he had her where he wanted.
Her sister stood watching his every move wishing they could take her place and as he slid his hand further down Jeanie pushed him out the way and made her way through her sisters.
He sat on the corner of the table drinking his tea as if it was a normal occurrence. His self assured stance providing a cover for his un-gentlemanly behaviour. “Ladies I bid a fond farewell.”
As he quietly sipped the liquid he seemed to drift away deep in thought, without a care and as he placed the cup back onto the neatly quaffed cloth he fixed his jacket. Gathering his hat John proceeded to leave through the back door and with that he disappeared out of view.
Contemplating the evening events he casually walked around the corner and down the pretty garden path. On hearing the front door slam shut he watched as she raced into the night.
Jeanie’s mutterings
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