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. I can

I stoop to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this to the car for

*****

the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into the straw panting. Scruffy trots across to investigate a crack in the plaster that has been known to divvy up delights such as

her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand,

to see if

another load of straw, shaking the

get back to a normal life, isn't

balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it normal? Mom pregnant.

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

“What? What

my eyes. Flash my brows.

eyes narrow. “You've

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

her. Let her see me doing it. “You know,

her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and

fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.” A hand on either hip,

bent me over a 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, Michael

wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend

old chest of drawers. Well past its 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 diagonally from one edge up

fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and

up and down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good head of hair now. As dark as James’

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

I kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles, burbles and blows a bubble

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

laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that… you didn't

the reality came as a shock. 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, tip-toeing to kiss me.

cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't

creases. “Don't you want

rock her gently side to side. “More

“Almost?”

her mouth. “I don't want you doing

do want to. If you

down behind her, I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable again. “Mmmm, how about a

I smell of

smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both have a

grins and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael

my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A couple

say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold on

her hands come up back up

like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

parking my bare ass on prickly straw, you're

off over my head, I lay it over the straw. “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 giggling

hands. “Let me get these

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

warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest

my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving

in her voice. “You're not going to scare the

how much noise you

enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing

a warm cloud as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It is,

her labia with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get tired of

mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?” But her lips

you now. Apart from your boobs, you've

little. “D’you think I'll get

really did

of her as

why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive

practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and

followed by a nudge on

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

This isn’t the

disappointed nicker and ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales,

supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and

then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while

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