An Education : Good Friday

Postby KP Presents » Mon Apr 06, 2015 12:13 pm

Louise and Freddie

“Hey – morning sleepy head.”

I opened my eyes slowly to see Freddie standing there, grinning from ear to ear.

“What time is it,” I said as I looked at my darling brother.

“About eight,” Freddie said with a grin, “come on – Mom’s making Eggs Benedict.”

Since Mum and Dad had got married, we’d slowly been taking on some of Mum and Freddie’s customs, such as Sunday brunch rather than breakfast and lunch, but this was their first Easter with us, and I had thought they’d appreciate the fact there was a long weekend with Dad at home, free to do absolutely nothing.

“Come on Louise – this looks good,” Dad called up, so as Freddie disappeared downstairs in his pyjamas, I got out of bed, put a dressing gown on, and followed him into the dining room.

“Morning sleepy head,” Mum said from the cooker as I sat at the table, taking the glass of Orange Juice that Dad passed to me.

“Morning Mum – so what’s this Eggs Cumberbatch anyway?”

“Eggs Benedict – you had it when we went to the states on holiday, remember?”

Then I remembered – especially when I watched Mum put the sliced ham and poached eggs on the muffins, and then spoon the cheesy sauce over it.

“Freddie and I have these every Good Friday,” Mum said as she put a plate in front of each of us.

“Smells good,” Dad said, and I have to say he was right. It did smell good – and it tasted good too.

“So what are we going to do with the rest of the day,” Freddie said as he looked at Mum and Dad.

“Well, we’re meeting up at the church at ten thirty for a service,” Dad said, “and after that...”

The telephone ringing interrupted his train of thought, as I went to answer it.

“Hello, Hobson home?”

“Three H in a row – nice.”

“Hey Fiona – what are you up to this morning?”

“Just finishing breakfast – you?”

“Same here, then we’re getting ready and going to the church.”

“I’ll see you there then – walking over?”

“Yup – the Cottrells are meeting us on the road.”

“Sounds good – what are you going to wear?”

“Walking shoes – see you in a little while.”


“Hey,” Freddie said as he stood in the doorway, “nearly ready?”

“I just need to put my skirt and shoes on,” I said as I stood there. I’d already put on a short sleeved blouse and a pair of grey leggings, while on the bed was a long white skirt and a matching jacket.

“I was wondering if you were up to a little challenge – Dad’s saying the same thing to Mom, but I thought you might like it as well.”

“And that is?”

“Have your knees tied under your skirt, and see if anyone notices anything?”

“Another of your traditions?”

“Something like that – what do you say?”

“This is a Walk of Witness, Freddie – we can’t do anything that can be seen?”

“Your skirt comes down to your thighs, right?”

Nodding, I realised what he was saying, and then said “all right – let’s do this. We’ll see if Fiona notices.”

“Or Frank Cottrell?”

“Or indeed Frank Cottrell,” I said quietly as Freddie knelt in front of me, and tied the rope around my leg above my left knee, then around my right knee, leaving a few inches of rope between the two. I laughed as I walked a little, with small steps, and then picked up my skirt and stepped into it, pulling it up and fastening it so that the hem came a few inches below my knees.

Sitting on the bed, I slipped on a pair of white shoes with little heels, while Freddie went back into his room and put on his jacket. I slipped my own on, and then walked down the stairs, to see Mum and Dad waiting for us. Dad was wearing a suit, white shirt and tie, while Mum had on a primrose yellow sun dress with a black blazer and skirt.

She also had the biggest grin on her face, as she looked at me and said “did Freddie issue the challenge?”

“Yeah – what are you doing,” I said, because her own dress only came down to her knees.

“Secret,” Mum said with a giggle as she walked to the door, Dad smiling as we walked down the path and towards the main road.

Unless it was absolutely bucketing with rain, the people on our side of town somehow have the tradition of walking to the church for the Good Friday service, so as we went down Freddie walked beside me – just in case I tripped of course.

Or at least that was his excuse – as for me, I was wondering why Mum was giggling so much as she walked along.

Now don’t get me wrong – I was glad she was happy, but I did wonder why she was laughing so much – as did Freddie, but he just looked the other way as I giggled myself.

“Hey – looking good Lou!”

I smiled as Fiona Kerr and her mother joined us. Fiona was wearing a white blouse and blue skirt, with a matching jacket and heels, while her mum was wearing a green coat dress and shoes. Both of them also had on new hats – Mum and I had passed on that this year, but they looked good in theirs.

“Looking good,” Mum said as she and Mrs Kerr hugged.

“Feeling good – shall we?”

“You all right,” Fiona said as she walked with me and Freddie.

“Just a little stiff around the knees,” I whispered as she looked at me.

“Oh? OH – I heard about Cassie and her friends doing that once.”

“Yeah – it’s kinda fun actually,” I said as Mum started giggling again.

“Is your mum all right?”

“I think she’s just very happy for some reason,” I said as we joined more of our neighbours walking to the church – and then met up with the Cottrells.

They were waiting at the bottom of the lane that led to their farm – Mrs Cottrell was wearing a grey coat over a red dress and shoes, while Mr Cottrell and the boys were all wearing shirts and ties, Mr Cottrell in a suit while Mark, ERIC and Frank were in blazers.

Frank blushed as he looked at me, and then walked over, while ERIC stayed with his parents. As for Mark, he was with Mary Holmes, who babysits with us from time to time. She was wearing a blue denim dress and short black boots with dark tights, as she walked with her arm in Mark’s.

“Makes you want to be sick sometimes, doesn’t it,” Frank said quietly as we walked along.

“Oh I think it’s very romantic,” I said with a smile.

“Would you like me to hold your hand?”

“Yes – I’d like that very much,” I said as I took Frank’s hand, and gave it a little squeeze, looking at him and smiling as he smiled back.

“After the service,” Mr Cottrell said, “we’d like to invite you all back to our place for lunch, and then we can go and get our cars to head up to the Manor House together.”

“If it’s all right with you, I’ll head back to my place and get our car,” Dad said, “and then join you at the farmhouse.”

“I’ll do the same,” Mrs Kerr said, “if you don’t mind looking after the kids for a little while?”

“Not a problem – I’m sure the boys and Mary can keep them entertained until we have lunch. If that’s all right with you boys?”

“Not a problem,” Mark said with a smile, “not a problem at all.”

The crowd was now growing quite large, as we approached the parish church. Outside, Father Morgan was standing with the wooden cross, which we all touched before we went into the church and took our seats.

“What happens now,” Freddie said as he sat between me and Fiona – and I couldn’t help noticing both of them were holding hands as well.”

To answer the question, the main door to the church opened, and we all stood, watching as the choir carried the cross in, and placed it at the front of the altar. On either side of the altar were several buckets with flowers in, and I noticed something I hadn’t before – the cross was covered in green foam, like that they use in flower arranging.

“Let us sing our first hymn,” Father Morgan said, “There is a Green Hill Far Away...”




“The time has come for us to Dress the Cross,” Father Morgan said as we all sat down, “to signify that from the death of Jesus comes new life for all. Children first, if you please?”

I nudged Freddie as we moved out from our pew, and each took one of the flowers, some of the women from the choir helping us to push the stalk of our flowers into the green foam, and then returning to our pews as others came forward. Slowly, the dark green cross became covered on flowers of all different colours, the adults placing them higher up until finally Father Morgan placed the last flower himself.

“Let us now join together in our last song,” he said as he turned and looked at us, “and then go forth in silent thought.”
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Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Apr 07, 2015 5:21 am

Nice start, but before anything else, I think you should change Eric to Frank in all cases. Frank is the one that Louise has a crush on. Lisa has a crush on Eric, since Eric is the middle son, whiled Frank, the shy one, was the youngest.

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby KP Presents » Tue Apr 07, 2015 5:26 am

Tom Ford wrote:Nice start, but before anything else, I think you should change Eric to Frank in all cases. Frank is the one that Louise has a crush on. Lisa has a crush on Eric, since Eric is the middle son, whiled Frank, the shy one, was the youngest.


Damn - I triple checked that and still.... Now corrected
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Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Tue Apr 07, 2015 5:58 am

What fun!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Tue Apr 07, 2015 6:20 am

Great start!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Tue Apr 07, 2015 6:28 am

That was a nice Easter service.

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Apr 07, 2015 8:00 am

A nice nice start. I thought the challenge to Mrs Hobson was also the knee ropes like Louise, but apparently, it was another kind of hidden rope for sure! One that Jenny would understand too well.

Frank is being friendly, and less shy, and that is good. I like it how he offered to hold her hand on the way to the church.

But much will happen. There is still the trip to the manor, where Louise and Fiona will meet more of their friends, particularly Patty and Rachel. But before that, they will go the farm, and eat some of the produce of the land, where I’m sure the kids would have some fun.

It’s nice to hear Louise, since we haven’t heard from her since Softly Softly. But I am reminded of Valentines, with the way that the narrator is given out. Will it be a rotating multiple narrators like in that story?

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Tue Apr 07, 2015 8:15 am

Great chapter!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby Imp Caesar Augustus » Tue Apr 07, 2015 10:04 am

Another story, another tale of tie up fun! I hope we get some girls tied up in the next update.

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Wed Apr 08, 2015 10:23 am

Great update!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby William F Somebody » Wed Apr 08, 2015 10:29 am

Ah Good Friday, though it seems the story skipped directly to Easter.

Let's go to the story. Louise is the narrator, though as Tom said, this might be a multi narrator story, as the heading of the chapter Louise and Freddie indicates. If it is a multiple narrator story, who will be the next narrator?

So we have the knees tied under the skirt challenge, and the other special rope challenge for Mrs Hobson. The kids think that she is usually happy. She is, but they cannot imagine the real reason why.

I do wonder if Jenny and Alicia would guess why? I'm sure Angela would guess immediately.

Perhaps when they go to the Manor, I'm sure Angela is there, maybe she could could wear that combo that she was introduced to by Eddie in Angela's Awakening? Perhaps Eddie could be there, and intentionally vex her by sending her text messages? The narrator of course would have no idea why Angela acts so weird.

But of course, the focus of this tale should be innocent tie up fun for the younger ones. I'm sure at the farm, and at the manor, there would be tie up games awaiting the kids.

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Wed Apr 08, 2015 10:36 am

Please plase update really really soon!!!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Wed Apr 08, 2015 11:35 am

Hope you update soon!!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby Imp Caesar Augustus » Thu Apr 09, 2015 3:19 am

Any updates yet, KP?

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby KP Presents » Thu Apr 09, 2015 3:40 am

“I thought the dressing of the tree took place on Easter Sunday,” Frank said as we walked out.

“True,” Dad said, “but the church does not have an Easter Sunday service – they do a sunrise thing instead, so we do it today instead.”

“Oh – that makes sense, I think,” Frank giggled as we walked back down the road.

“We’ll meet you at the farmhouse in a little while,” Dad said as he and Mrs Kerr walked in one direction, and Mum walked with us in the other, giving a little giggle as she did so.

“Are you all right, Gail,” Mrs Cottrell asked, Mum nodding as she whispered into Franks’ Mum’s ear. “Oh? OH!” she said, and then giggled herself as we walked along.

“What on earth are they laughing about now,” Freddie asked as he walked with the rest of us.

“None of your business,” Mary whispered, “if they want to tell you, they’ll tell you.”

We soon arrived at the Cottrell farm, Trojan neighing at us from his stable as we walked to the front door.

“Could you give me a hand preparing lunch,” Mrs Cottrell said to Mary, who nodded as we went into the front room with Freddie, Frank and Eric. Mark and his father said they had some chores to so, and went to get changed.

As I sat down, my skirt rose up a little, and Fiona laughed out loud when she saw the rope around my knees.

“So THAT’S why you were walking so funny? I gotta admit, you covered it well.”

“Nice job Freddie,” Eric said as he looked at me.

“Yes it is,” Frank said with a smile, “but I think I can do better.”

He left the room for a minute, and then returned with some lengths of rope, one of which he quickly doubled over and used to bind my ankles tightly together.

“Hey – what are you playing at,” I giggled as he then folded my skirt back and tied my legs together below my knees, before he untied the other rope.

“Exactly what Freddie is doing to Fiona,” he said with a grin, as I turned my head and realised Fiona had her arms behind her back, and Freddie was standing behind her.

“Oh come on guys, can’t a girl get a break?”

“Not today, no,” Frank giggled as he guided my arms behind my back, and I felt the rope holding my wrists together as Freddie tied rope around Fiona’s arms and stomach, and then knelt in front of her. I didn’t resist – to be honest, I quite liked the fact Frank was confident enough with me now to do this, as he tugged the rope tight, and then wrapped it round my waist.

Fiona

“Well,” I thought to myself as I watched Frank Cottrell wrapping rope around Louise’s arms and tummy, “looks like we’re going to be staying her a little while.”

At least I had got to take my hat off before this started – Mum and I like to wear the hats for the Good Friday service, given we never go on the early Easter Sunday one. On this side of Holderness, the Easter Sunday service itself is a big open air one where all the churches come together, and Mum and I tend to avoid it.

Not that I had expected this would be a day any different from any other holiday, though. I woke up early, came and had breakfast with mum, and then went to change before I called Louise up. I was looking out of the window, smiling when I heard her say “Hello, Hobson home?”

“Three H in a row,” I said with a grin as I drank my milk, “nice.”

“Hey Fiona – what are you up to this morning?”

“Just finishing breakfast – you?”

“Same here,” I heard her say, “then we’re getting ready and going to the church.”

“I’ll see you there then – walking over?”

“Yup – the Cottrells are meeting us on the road.”

“Sounds good – what are you going to wear?”

“Walking shoes – see you in a little while.”

I put the phone down, and then sat to put my shoes on as Mum came in.

“Were you talking to Louise,” she said as she slipped her own shoes on.

“Yeah – they’ll meet us on the road. Mum, why does everyone walk to the church on this one day?”

“Symbolism I think – it’s like the people walking to Calvary,” she said as she put her jacket on. “Come on – jacket and hat on, and we’ll go to meet them.”

I nodded as I did just that, taking care to make sure it was just right. I’m sure Mum thought I was doing it for her but...

Can you keep a secret?

I wanted Louise’s new step brother, Freddie, to see it and like what I was wearing. He’s cute in a funny kind of way – it might be his accent, but I like being around him. When we met on the way to the church, I could see him smiling at me, and I felt really giggly.

Anyway, we walked down the road, meeting up with the Cottrells and then going to the service, before we came back to the farmhouse. I knew Louise had a real soft spot for young Frank, and Mark’s girlfriend Mary was with us as well. Mary has been a babysitter for me a few times, and I liked her.

And now? Well, right now Freddie had folded my skirt back and was tying my legs together below my knees, and when he looked up and smiled at me I felt as if little goosebumps were forming on my skin.

“Do you have to be so cruel to two innocent little girls,” I said in a mocking tone, Louise rolling her eyes as she looked at me. She wasn’t fooling me for an instant, however – she was enjoying this as much as I was.

“What can we use to keep them quiet,” Frank said as he looked at Eric.

“Give me a minute,” he said as he went out, returning with – and I kid you not – two Scout kerchiefs.

“No, please,” Louise said in a mock scaredy cat voice, “you can’t, youmusssnnmmmm.”

Her cries partially silenced by the rolled up scarf that Frank pulled between her lips, I suffered the same fate, Freddie pulling the scarf into my own mouth. Not the most effective gag in the world – but this was just a little game for all of us, so I played along and tried to struggle a little in the ropes as the three boys stood and looked at us.

“Eric, can you and the others go out to the greenhouse and get some tomatoes for me please?”

“Yeah, Mum,” Eric called back as he turned the television on. “Back in a few minutes,” he said as the three of them headed out, leaving us to twist round as the music videos played in the background.

“Scttscrfsss?”

“Eknwweknwww,” Louise said as she looked at me, and then started to work her jaw and tongue, slowly pushing the scarf out. Taking a deep breath, she looked at me and said “want to see if we can get out before they get back?”

I nodded and turned my back to her, watching as she dropped down to her knees and then picked at the knot holding my wrists to my back. Once she had that undone, she then worked on the knot on the rope holding my wrists together, loosening them enough that I was able to get my hands free, and then sitting back up so that I could untie her wrists and arms.

“That’s better,” she said as she shook her arms and then turned so she could release me arms, “Frank is definitely getting better at that.”

“Prblllrngnnfrmmrk,” I mumbled as my arms were freed, and I untie the scarf from my mouth. “I didn’t know they were scouts though?”

“Yeah – remind me to ask Bobby about that later today,” Louise said as she removed the now slightly damp scarf from round her neck. Reaching down, she untied her ankles, but when she went to untie her knees I said “Hold on a minute.”

“What?”

I pulled my feet up onto the seat and untied my own ankles, and then stood up, watching as the skirt just covered the band of rope. Looking at me, Louise nodded and stood up, the skirt easily covering her own legs.

“Shall we,” I said as we shuffled to the door – only to stop as Mary opened it and looked at us.

“Roped knees?”

We both nodded as she said “Okay – you may want to remove them before we go anywhere. We’re sitting down for lunch – want to come through?”

We both nodded as we walked to the dining room, Mum smiling at me as Louise’s parents were sitting next to each other.

“Boys,” Mrs Cottrell shouted out of the window, “Lunch is ready!” She walked back to the table, giggling a little as she did so.

“Are you all right Linda?”

“Yes yes,” she said to Mum as she sat down, “just something that made me laugh.”

Mary was shaking her head as Mark and his father came in. “This is a wonderful spread,” Mr Cottrell said as they sat down. “Tomatoes?”

“Coming,” Mrs Cottrell said as she looked to the door, before the boys came in, Eric carrying a dish with tomatoes in.

“Sorry – wanted to wash them first,” he said as he put them down, and we started to pass round the plates of meat and bowls of salad items while Mr Cottrell sliced a loaf of wholemeal bread.

It smelt of warm yeast, and the butter melted slightly on it as I spread some on a slice.

“You managed to free yourselves then,” Freddie whispered to me as he handed me a bowl of lettuce.

“Yeah – not a bad job though,” I said with a giggle.

“I try my best – I bet Eric felt a little out of it though.”

“Give him time – I’m sure Lisa will be at the Manor house later.”

“Any idea where she is this morning?”

“Nope – but I’m sure we’ll find out later.”
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Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Thu Apr 09, 2015 4:20 am

NIce!!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Thu Apr 09, 2015 6:55 am

That was a fun game.

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Thu Apr 09, 2015 7:29 am

Great chapter!!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Apr 09, 2015 9:20 am

So it is Fiona that is the next narrator. The transition was smooth, since Fiona was a prominent character in Louise’s narration. And this story is likely to be like Valentines, where every story would be connected to each other.

Frank and Freddie seemed to get into the spirit of things, and as mentioned by Louise, Frank now has enough confidence in himself to tie her up without much prodding. He’s not yet an expert, but as a farmer’s son, I’m sure he knew his knots well, but no matter how intricate your knots are, it cannot defeat an ungagged teeth picking it apart.

So the Cottrell’s have a greenhouse? They really have adapted well to the farming life. And it seemed Mary knew what really was on around Mrs Hobson. I’m sure Jenny and Alicia will know what’s really happening.

The games are just beginning. And when they go to the Manor, I’m sure it’ll escalate, with all the principal characters present to have fun with.

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby Imp Caesar Augustus » Thu Apr 09, 2015 9:43 am

I can't wait to see who the other narrators are. Hopefully, we could see the full job and gag soon.

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Thu Apr 09, 2015 10:34 am

Great update!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Thu Apr 09, 2015 4:40 pm

Please please update really really soon!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Thu Apr 09, 2015 5:34 pm

Hope you update soon!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby William F Somebody » Fri Apr 10, 2015 9:38 am

So it’s actually Good Friday, not Easter Sunday? How silly of me to make that mistake.

Now is the beginning of the real fun, with various attempts of Frank and Freddie to tie the girls up, though of course, without using the full job, they would escape. And afterwards, they will meet the other members of the gang.

So it has a rotating narrators. So first, it is Louise, then next would be Fiona. Who would be next?

And it seems Mary knows what’s going on with Mrs Hobson and her very happy attitude.

I can’t wait to read the next chapter of this interesting tale for our heroines.

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby KP Presents » Mon Apr 13, 2015 3:10 am

It was a wonderful lunch, and it was nice that Freddie took really good care of me, passing me more food if I wanted it. Frank was being just as attentive to Louise I noticed.

“So where is your brother today, Mary?”

“Eddie? Well after he dropped me off here, he was going round to see Angela I think, and spend the day with her family. I guess we’ll meet up again later.”

“Is this the first time you’ve been invited up to the Manor House,” Louise’s dad said to Mr Cottrell.

“No – we were invited to a birthday party there over the Christmas holidays,” Mr Cottrell replied, “we know the Craig family quite well, and Mark Williamson is my boss.”

“They should all be there as well,” I said as some apple pie, freshly baked, was handed round. “Lord Holderness does seem to like having a lot of younger people around.”

“Well, he has a fairly large extended family of his own,” Mr Hobson said, “but yes, and given we are part of that extended family now, even in a roundabout way.”

“I presume Abe and Becca will be observing Seder later?”

“Yeah – we’ll see them tomorrow, but Sam and his family are seeing it through with them as well.”

“Guess they won’t be at the manor house then,” I whispered to Louise.

“Guess not – pity.”

“Cathy is going to be there as well, as their guest,” Mary said, which threw me for a minute, until I remembered Cathy was also going out with Samuel.

“Well, that is a real sign of her affection,” my mum said, “she’s not Jewish, is she?”

“No – she doesn’t really have any form of religion,” Mary said, “I guess the fact she has two mums doesn’t fit well with a lot of the established churches.”

“Their loss,” Mrs Cottrell said, “definitely their loss.”




“Right – everyone ready?”

Lunch had been over for a while, and both Louise and I had taken the chance to untie our knees and go to the bathroom before we gathered in the hallway.

“Mark, have you fed Trojan?”

“Yes – and refilled his water trough. The chickens are back in their pen as well.”

“Good – just checking. Everyone in the cars – I’ll lock the house up.”

As I got in with Mum, Freddie and Louise joined their parents, and the Cottrells piled into their large people carrier – and AWAY WE WENT!

Well, not quite the Wacky Races, but we drove round town and out towards Holderness Manor, going up the tree lined road that led to the front door. As we pulled up, I saw the front door open, and the housekeeper to Lord and Lady Holderness come out.

“Welcome,” she said as she smiled at us, “Her Ladyship is in the main hall, if you would like to join her, while Miss Suzanne and Master Robert are in the library should any of you wish to join them first.”

“On you go,” Mum said to me, “We’ll see you later.”

Louise and I went with Freddie, Eric and Frank while Mark went with Mary alongside the adults, them heading down the hallway while we went through the big wooden door that led to the library.

“Hey there,” Bobby Holderness said as we came in, “I’m so glad you could all make it here today.”

“Thanks for inviting us,” I said, “so who else is...”

That was when we saw who was sitting on the floor, and we knew the fun was just beginning as Bobby said “open wide...”



Mary

“So this is getting serious between you and Master Cottrell, is it?”

“If you mean serious like you and Angie, no – but I do think of him a lot,” I said as Eddie drove me over to the Cottrell farm. I’d accepted Mark’s invitation to spend the morning with him and the rest of his family, while Eddie himself was going from there to join his fiancée and the rest of her family. We’d all been invited to the Manor House for the evening later, but we weren’t expected there much before three o’clock.

“I like Mark,” Eddie said as we drove along the road, “he’s a sensible lad.”

“Shouldn’t it be Mum and Dad having this talk to me,” I said with a smile.

“Oh they will – I just wanted you to know how I felt,” Eddie said with a grin as we pulled up outside the farmhouse. As I got out of the car, Mark came to the door, looking at me as he said “Hi – that is a very nice dress.”

“Thanks,” I said with a blush. I hadn’t really been sure what to wear, so I had on a short sleeved blue denim dress, with some dark tights and black ankle boots.

“Come away in,” he said as I waved to Eddie, “we’ll be ready to head off in a few minutes.”

“Thanks,” I said as I came in, to see Frank and Eric running up the stairs, and then we both went into the kitchen where Mr and Mrs Cottrell were sitting.

“Hello Mary,” Mrs Cottrell said as she stood up, “would you like some tea, it’s freshly brewed.”

“Thank you,” I said as I sat down, “so what’s going to happen this morning?”

“Well, apparently there is a tradition round here that the families walk to the church for the service,” Mark said, “so we’ll meet up with the Kerrs and the Hobsons at the main road, and walk there with them. We’re going to invite them back here for lunch, and then we thought we’d head up together to the Manor House.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said as I took the mug of tea, “and how do we keep Louise and Fiona happy between the service and lunch.”

“I think we can count on the boys and Freddie to help with that,” Mark said with a smile.

“Help with what,” Eric said as he and Frank came in.

“Keep Louise and Fiona occupied before lunch today.”

“No problem, right Frank?”

Frank smiled and nodded. I know he’s really shy, but he seemed to have got used to me being around now.

“We need to get going if we are going to meet the others,” Mr Cottrell said as he stood up, and put his jacket on, “let’s go.”

We filed out of the house, waiting as Mr Cottrell closed and locked the door, and then walked down to the end of the road – just in time to meet the Hobson and Kerr families as they walked down the road.

As they got closer, I saw that Louise Hobson was walking slightly strangely, as if she could not move her legs properly – and as they joined us, I guessed that she really could not, given the big grin on her face. Well, it seems to be a universal truth that when two or more of this extended group of friends meet, one or more shall end up bound in some way – but I was grateful she had enough sense to make it discrete.

The service was nice – if a little mixed up – but afterwards we walked back together to the Cottrell farm, Mark going over and patting Trojan’s nose as the front door was unlocked.

“Can you give me a hand with Lunch, Mary,” Mrs Cottrell said as we went in, the younger generation heading for the front room.

“Sure,” I said, “what do you want me to do?”

“Help me with a pot of tea first – let’s all go into the kitchen.”

“Mark and I need to see to the animals first – we’ll change and join you later,” Mr Cottrell said as I went with Mrs Kerr, and Mr and Mrs Hobson, into the large kitchen.

As they sat at the table, Mrs Hobson let out a giggle and gripped her husband’s hand.

“Are you all right, Gail,” Mrs Kerr said as she looked at her friend.

“Oh yes,” she replied, “sorry, just something rubbing me up the right way.”

“Oh my lord,” Mrs Cottrell said, “you really did it?”

“I did,” Mrs Hobson said, “have done all day. You?”

“I may in a little while. What about you, Claire?”

“I’ve something different going on,” Mrs Kerr said, as she smiled – and that was when I finally noticed a very low humming sound.

Now, I’m not naive – I know there are some things adults do not even the likes of me and the girls get up to, but as the three mothers looked at me I said “Uh-uh – Mum would have a fit.”

“You’ll keep our secret though?”

“With the tornadoes around? No problem at all!”

“Thanks – we’re not the only ones doing this,” Mrs Hobson said. “Linda, want to get ready?”

“Can you three sort out the meats and things then?”

“No problem,” Mrs Hobson said as we stood up. “On you go.”

The three of us soon had meats and salads sorted out as Mrs Cottrell came back in, giggling slightly as she walked.

“Right – help me take these through,” she said as I looked at Mr Hobson.

“I know, I know – I just go with the flow,” he said as he stood up and helped as well.
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Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Mon Apr 13, 2015 5:21 am

What fun!!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby Tom Ford » Mon Apr 13, 2015 5:38 am

Oh my God!! Not only Mrs Hobson, but it seems all the women would do something naughty that night. I wonder if it was by agreement or was it simply a coincidence? Whatever the answer is, we won’t know since by the very nature of this story, with the innocence and all that, beyond obvious hints we aren’t suppose to find out what’s really happening.

What’s next? How about Angela? I know that Eddie and she could be really naughty. And Jenny and Alicia also experienced crotch ropes too!

At least the little girls and boys would have no idea what was really happening to their elders.

The only thing disappointing is that Cathy and Sam and family are not there. Well, it’s their lost.

I can’t wait to see what’s coming!
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Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Mon Apr 13, 2015 5:38 am

And Mary is great!

Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby KP Presents » Mon Apr 13, 2015 5:44 am

Tom Ford wrote:The only thing disappointing is that Cathy and Sam and family are not there. Well, it’s their lost.


This year was one of those when Passover and Good Friday coincided...
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Re: An Education : Good Friday

Postby John Kennon Smith » Mon Apr 13, 2015 3:00 pm

Great chapter!!