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How was Richmond? Benny's mother asked. It was good, Benny said, thinking of Tilly and him at her uncle's place in the spare bed. What did you do there? Mother said, unpacking his washing from his small bag and sorting it for the wash. Looked around the shops and the park and relaxed watching the small TV in the room of the B&B;, he said, musing on Tilly lying down on the sofa with him at her uncle's place, watching TV programmes, kissing and touching, having eaten fish and chips bought from the shop nearby. Tilly was away at her uncle's place last week, so her mother said, Benny's mother said. Where is that? Benny said, looking out the window trying not to pay too much attention to what was said. Her mother didn't say, you know what she's like never says too much about things, his mother said, moving off with the washing. He mused on Tilly, hoping Tilly's mother never said about Richmond and the uncle's place, or his and her mother would put one and one together and come up with two, and her mother would blow her top and that would be it all over the village like a plague in medieval times. He mused on Tilly lying in the bed legs spread arms wide such love such *** is best to hide.
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
HOW WAS RICHMOND 1965.
How was Richmond? Benny's mother asked. It was good, Benny said, thinking of Tilly and him at her uncle's place in the spare bed. What did you do there? Mother said, unpacking his washing from his small bag and sorting it for the wash. Looked around the shops and the park and relaxed watching the small TV in the room of the B&B;, he said, musing on Tilly lying down on the sofa with him at her uncle's place, watching TV programmes, kissing and touching, having eaten fish and chips bought from the shop nearby. Tilly was away at her uncle's place last week, so her mother said, Benny's mother said. Where is that? Benny said, looking out the window trying not to pay too much attention to what was said. Her mother didn't say, you know what she's like never says too much about things, his mother said, moving off with the washing. He mused on Tilly, hoping Tilly's mother never said about Richmond and the uncle's place, or his and her mother would put one and one together and come up with two, and her mother would blow her top and that would be it all over the village like a plague in medieval times. He mused on Tilly lying in the bed legs spread arms wide such love such *** is best to hide.
A BOY AND HIS MOTHER AND THOUGHTS OF A GIRL IN 1965.
TerryCollett
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
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