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Lizbeth got back home after seeing Benny in town as he was there as usual with his mother Saturday shopping and he'd gone with her to the small cafe in the high street and they'd talked and she had placed her knee against his under the table and wished to do a lot more but she couldn't take him home because her mother was there all day and had no where to take him for *** even if he would so on getting back home her mother said where have you been? out shopping Lizbeth said her mother studied her what did you buy then you have no bags? nothing didn't see what I wanted well I did but couldn't get it   she gazed at her mother's sour face waste of time going then you could have been here helping me with chores the mother said what chores? Lizbeth said make your bed tidy your room bring down your soiled linen and help me with the polishing the mother said miserably Lizbeth sighed where do I start? your room for a start it's in a terrible state with clothes on the floor plate and cup and the records just laying there and the bed unmade the mother said so Lizbeth went up the stairs poking a tongue at her mother's back and entered her bedroom and went and lay on the bed and lay on her back and thought of Benny and what it could have been like if he had come and what they could have done had he come she closed her eyes and pretended it was his fingers walking down her thighs his fingers rubbing along her skin she pursed her lips and imagined his lips against hers and blew a kiss softly and soundlessly then she pretended it was his fingers lifting her blue skirt hem lifting slowly his other fingers touching her music began from downstairs classical stuff some dame singing some operatic aria and her mother's croaky voice joining in making a din and she paused his fingers just as they touched her Garden of Eve and opened her eyes and he had gone and the dame still singing with her mother and she stared at the ceiling with a sad depressing feeling.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
IF HE HAD 1961.
Lizbeth got back home after seeing Benny in town as he was there as usual with his mother Saturday shopping and he'd gone with her to the small cafe in the high street and they'd talked and she had placed her knee against his under the table and wished to do a lot more but she couldn't take him home because her mother was there all day and had no where to take him for *** even if he would so on getting back home her mother said where have you been? out shopping Lizbeth said her mother studied her what did you buy then you have no bags? nothing didn't see what I wanted well I did but couldn't get it   she gazed at her mother's sour face waste of time going then you could have been here helping me with chores the mother said what chores? Lizbeth said make your bed tidy your room bring down your soiled linen and help me with the polishing the mother said miserably Lizbeth sighed where do I start? your room for a start it's in a terrible state with clothes on the floor plate and cup and the records just laying there and the bed unmade the mother said so Lizbeth went up the stairs poking a tongue at her mother's back and entered her bedroom and went and lay on the bed and lay on her back and thought of Benny and what it could have been like if he had come and what they could have done had he come she closed her eyes and pretended it was his fingers walking down her thighs his fingers rubbing along her skin she pursed her lips and imagined his lips against hers and blew a kiss softly and soundlessly then she pretended it was his fingers lifting her blue skirt hem lifting slowly his other fingers touching her music began from downstairs classical stuff some dame singing some operatic aria and her mother's croaky voice joining in making a din and she paused his fingers just as they touched her Garden of Eve and opened her eyes and he had gone and the dame still singing with her mother and she stared at the ceiling with a sad depressing feeling.
A GIRL AT HOME AFTER SEEING THE BOY SHE LIKES IN TOWN ONE SATURDAY MORNING IN 1961.
TerryCollett
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
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