more.’
‘I suppose so.’ Jan could have done without this stress. She didn’t want to have these complications, and she was still trying to come to terms with the Chris business. She had thought that by moving away from town to the country they were going to have a very peaceful existence. It didn’t seem that was going to be the case. For the last few years she and Mike had got along just fine, not perfect, but okay. But this experience with Chris, so different, so exciting, and not at all like the adventures she had had back in town a couple of years ago. The event itself had been a bit like doing it herself, but without the fine tuning and control of her excitement that she could achieve on her own. But then, didn’t a famous person once say that the best sex they ever had was with themselves? But being a woman Chris had known all the right things to do and Jan was now thinking more avidly than ever what it would be like to touch Chris in the same way-maybe see her naked; touch her all over her body. This wasn’t like thinking of being with a man. It was so odd; she just couldn’t describe why she was now so fascinated by a woman’s body, nor why it had happened in the first place. Good God, I hardly know her. Jan liked men, and certainly loved Mike, and sometimes in that hinterland between sleep and wakefulness, she would be brought to tears at the thought of anything nasty happening to him and of being left, alone, and without him in her life. And unbeknown to her, Mike, in his own time and place, experienced similar anxieties. So she was adamant in her own mind that she wasn’t one of those lesbian people, so how was it she was in this situation? Maybe those seeds of adventure sown way back in Barey, made her vulnerable to experiences such as this. Or perhaps it was the fear of being discovered and labelled as something she wasn’t that was worrying her most. ‘Bloody, damn and shit,’ she silently swore – swearing in the head was okay, she was feeling so angry with herself for being so weak and indecisive, thinking that she could have stopped Chris at any time. She decided that she would avoid being alone with her in the future, which now they were ‘friends,’ would be tricky. She also wondered what Chris had got from the event, Jan hadn’t reciprocated in any way. Surely Chris had been aroused by it all, so how did she get her pleasure and satisfaction? All she knew for certain was that just thinking about what had happened was arousing her immensely -humans are such complicated animals…
‘What do think then, Jan, shall we go and get the van tomorrow, and then see about the pigs?’
‘Yes, okay, you know best love.’
He sincerely hoped that he did.
‘What time did you leave home this morning, son?’ Keith’s father lit up his first cigarette of the day.
‘About six.’
‘You did well, you’re earlier than usual.’
‘Aye, roads were empty. I’ll finish this breakfast and then I’ll get that ploughing done for you. Are you okay with the milking today?’ Keith dipped his piece of bread into the rich yellow yolk of his farm fresh fried egg as he spoke.
‘Aye, I’m feeling so much better, I’ll soon be able to manage on my own, but I’ve been thinking of retiring - selling up.’
‘Oh, listen to him; he’ll never give up, Keith. Can you image him in a little house in town? As soon as your father is really well we must come down – we haven’t seen the girls for ages. I expect they are young women now.’
‘Yeah, they’re growing up fast, Ma. Alison will be twelve in March.’
‘You’ve been a blessing, Keith, I don’t know what we would have done without you.’
‘It’s okay, Ma,’ Keith replied, embarrassed by his mothers gratitude.
‘I expect Christine will be pleased when you don’t have to come up here to help,’ his father added.
Keith’s parents always called her by her full name. They hadn’t approved of the marriage, she was a city girl that
‘I suppose so.’ Jan could have done without this stress. She didn’t want to have these complications, and she was still trying to come to terms with the Chris business. She had thought that by moving away from town to the country they were going to have a very peaceful existence. It didn’t seem that was going to be the case. For the last few years she and Mike had got along just fine, not perfect, but okay. But this experience with Chris, so different, so exciting, and not at all like the adventures she had had back in town a couple of years ago. The event itself had been a bit like doing it herself, but without the fine tuning and control of her excitement that she could achieve on her own. But then, didn’t a famous person once say that the best sex they ever had was with themselves? But being a woman Chris had known all the right things to do and Jan was now thinking more avidly than ever what it would be like to touch Chris in the same way-maybe see her naked; touch her all over her body. This wasn’t like thinking of being with a man. It was so odd; she just couldn’t describe why she was now so fascinated by a woman’s body, nor why it had happened in the first place. Good God, I hardly know her. Jan liked men, and certainly loved Mike, and sometimes in that hinterland between sleep and wakefulness, she would be brought to tears at the thought of anything nasty happening to him and of being left, alone, and without him in her life. And unbeknown to her, Mike, in his own time and place, experienced similar anxieties. So she was adamant in her own mind that she wasn’t one of those lesbian people, so how was it she was in this situation? Maybe those seeds of adventure sown way back in Barey, made her vulnerable to experiences such as this. Or perhaps it was the fear of being discovered and labelled as something she wasn’t that was worrying her most. ‘Bloody, damn and shit,’ she silently swore – swearing in the head was okay, she was feeling so angry with herself for being so weak and indecisive, thinking that she could have stopped Chris at any time. She decided that she would avoid being alone with her in the future, which now they were ‘friends,’ would be tricky. She also wondered what Chris had got from the event, Jan hadn’t reciprocated in any way. Surely Chris had been aroused by it all, so how did she get her pleasure and satisfaction? All she knew for certain was that just thinking about what had happened was arousing her immensely -humans are such complicated animals…
‘What do think then, Jan, shall we go and get the van tomorrow, and then see about the pigs?’
‘Yes, okay, you know best love.’
He sincerely hoped that he did.
‘What time did you leave home this morning, son?’ Keith’s father lit up his first cigarette of the day.
‘About six.’
‘You did well, you’re earlier than usual.’
‘Aye, roads were empty. I’ll finish this breakfast and then I’ll get that ploughing done for you. Are you okay with the milking today?’ Keith dipped his piece of bread into the rich yellow yolk of his farm fresh fried egg as he spoke.
‘Aye, I’m feeling so much better, I’ll soon be able to manage on my own, but I’ve been thinking of retiring - selling up.’
‘Oh, listen to him; he’ll never give up, Keith. Can you image him in a little house in town? As soon as your father is really well we must come down – we haven’t seen the girls for ages. I expect they are young women now.’
‘Yeah, they’re growing up fast, Ma. Alison will be twelve in March.’
‘You’ve been a blessing, Keith, I don’t know what we would have done without you.’
‘It’s okay, Ma,’ Keith replied, embarrassed by his mothers gratitude.
‘I expect Christine will be pleased when you don’t have to come up here to help,’ his father added.
Keith’s parents always called her by her full name. They hadn’t approved of the marriage, she was a city girl that
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