Klempner

It’s not as though I don’t have the time to think… To plan…

I might be short on the creature comforts, but if there’s one thing I have in endless supply, it’s time.

And the time hangs.

There are times I consider finishing it. It wouldn’t be difficult: to tangle myself in the chain and let myself fall into the fetid water.

But even at the end of hope, life remains sweet.

And I have a better reason…

Mitch...

When I think of Juliana’s threats, my throat tightens, my breath catches. My mind freezes over.

But I’m no good to Mitch like that. Or Jenny. So I don’t let myself dwell on it.

She’s alive…

If she weren’t. Or if Juliana had succeeded in committing some harm to her, I’m quite sure she would have told me. Almost certainly, she would show me some kind of proof.

She hasn’t. Ergo, Mitch is alive and well.

But Juliana is never going to release me…

The key…

It dangles from its nail, tormenting me with its promise of freedom.

I have to be patient, make my moves slowly. But I can’t afford too much patience. With the poor diet and unsanitary conditions…

… and the depression…

… and the darkness…

… I’m conscious that I’m no longer in good physical condition. And that’s only going to get worse every day.

Even the fetter around my ankle is looser than it was.

How much weight have I lost?

How long can I last?

I have to escape.

So… How?

*****

Michael

“Morning, Mitch.”

Early Spring sunshine streams down on the sultry beauty. A large bag full of who-knows-what women’s paraphernalia is by her feet. A book pokes out of the top. Pregnancy For The Older Woman: All You Need To Know.

She smiles at me from her seat by her front door, setting a porcelain cup on its saucer. Mint-scented steam rises from the pale-green tea.

Cradled into the nook of her other arm, Cara gurgles, trying to point at the birds pecking up a little scattered grain. Her aim’s a bit off, still wobbly and uncoordinated, but she’s trying. As she sees me, she breaks into a gummy smile, then at the sight of Bear and Scruffy trotting along behind, she bounces and jiggles in Mitch’s embrace, little arms outstretched.

“You alright there? With Cara using you as a trampoline?” I nod down to the now noticeable swelling of her stomach.

“I'm fine. Just holding her until James arrives. He's having a shower after he and Jenny went riding.”

“You’re waiting for him?”

“He's dropping me off at the clinic on his way to the office. Jenny’s in the stable if you’re looking for her.”

“I was, yes. I'm at a loose end, so I thought I'd see if she wants some help with the garden.”

“I think you’ll find she’s mucking out the horses right now.”

The clip of leather on stone behind me: it’s James, freshly shaven, his hair still damp; suited and booted. “All ready, Mitch?”

“I am, yes.” She makes to stand. “Michael, could you…”

“Of course.” I take Cara from her. The tiny girl blows a bubble at me. I blow one back.

James heads for the stable…. “I'll just say goodbye to Charlotte…” … and reappears half a minute later followed by Charlotte.

“Okay, let's go.” James offers Mitch his hand. Although her pregnancy is showing now, she still moves gracefully, elegant on his arm.

“Thanks, Michael.” Charlotte takes Cara from my arms. Then, to her mother, “You're sure you don't want me to come with you?”

big girl.

Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this to the car for

*****

I return to the stable. Charlie nickers, her ears swinging forward as I enter, knowing what to expect as I take the usual carrot from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into the straw panting. Scruffy trots across

up to her knees in horse

if you

up another load of

back to a normal life, isn't

holds the pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What is

eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

“You've got that

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

see me doing it. “You know, you

shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I

from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that

crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those,

hand to my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?” Then I scan again.

better days, once it furnished a bedroom in the hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes

paraphernalia shoved to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees

scoop her up, supporting her under the arms to bounce her up and down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good head of

I exchange smiles. “She has his eyes too,”

kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be

on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be

time to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I

I’d never realised just how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands around my neck,

that?” I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't want you to feel

you

rock her

“Almost?”

finger to her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't really

to. If you want

cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable again. “Mmmm, how

Michael, I

the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I

me away… ”Michael

married me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all

mouth might be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold on to

dance as her hands come up

Get yourself

parking my bare ass on prickly

“A throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll not be needing them for the next few minutes.” I unravel the belt, shoving my

my hands. “Let

on the sweater, then tug off her boots. Then her jeans and panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in close and she wraps her legs around my waist. She smells warm

you warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me. Get yourself

back, her ponytail swinging back

still laughter in her voice. “You're not going to

how much noise you

take a moment to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the

caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never

head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?”

fit. Here, look at you now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your

only a little. “D’you think I'll get it back as fast with the

really did bother

thought of

Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive

going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam,

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue downward… downward and inward… towards

a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over her swelling outer

by a nudge on the shoulder, setting

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows

isn’t

mare gives a disappointed nicker and ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the hay from side

dropping back against the

I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a

again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her legs again and open her

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