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A Birthday Treat. Part 12 in the Paul and Jenny series. By Paul C. Chapter 1. I sat at my desk in the attic. An economics textbook open before me. I picked up the oblong desk calendar in front of me and ran my fingertip over the wheel to change the date. 3 July 1971 it read. I looked at my watch. Ten o'clock. Jenny was late back from her lecture. We wouldn't have time for a quick one in the pub before it closed at this rate. I fiddled with the wheel again. The number changed. I was twenty-one. Well, not for two hours. Seven, I suppose, if I were to be really accurate as I'd first drawn breath at two minutes after five in the morning. What a night that had been. Three people had lost their lives and I had started mine. I heard a car, no two, pull up outside. At last. But who was with her? I closed my textbook and made my way down the steep stairs to the landing below. I was about to go into the main bedroom and look out of the window when the front door opened and Jenny burst into the hall. She wasn't carrying anything except a notebook that she placed on the hall table. Where had she hid my present? I'd searched everywhere. In the attic, cellar and outbuilding. Even inside her car. She was either very good at hiding things or she'd forgotten. She can't have. I'd even discussed the American Independence Day with her. We'd talked about how Michael de Vane and Lee-Anne and the others we had met on our Nile cruise would be celebrating. What Howie and Carole would be likely to be doing in Jamaica? We had both agreed on what they would be doing. Talking of which. Jenny saw me at the top of the stairs and flew up to greet me. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. This was more like it. I put hands on her ass cheeks. "Hallo Paul." I let go, quickly. "Hallo Mother." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, my Father behind her. "Hallo Dad." "Alright Paul?" He replied. "Your Mum and Dad are staying the night." Jenny kissed my nose then my chin. "Isn't that wonderful." "Yeah." She pinched my ass. "Yes of course it is. What brings you to Bristol?" I asked as we walked hand in hand down the stairs. "Your Mother wanted to be here for some reason." My Father said, as they followed us into the living room. It looked like the single bed in the spare room for us. That could be fun. "Did you not bring a case?" I asked as they sat on the sofa. Perhaps they were going on to a hotel. "It's in the car." Mother replied. |
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