In The Name Of Love (8 page)

Edna brought out a large bottle of beer from the fridge,
"Get this inside you, while I dish up the dinner. I know you love a drink with
your dinner, but April moaned if I gave you one, so the fridge is full of it."

Grant filled his glass and emptied it in a few seconds, and
was half-way down his second glass by the time she slipped a heaped plate of
shepherd's pie before him.

"I'm going to be ever so upset to see you leave—I don't
really know why you're going."

"We don't want to leave, but my new job with Granite is in
Stockport, and it's just too far to drive each day. Not only is it wearing out
the car, but April and I are both exhausted with the constant driving in heavy
traffic."

"I started to get your things together, but then Mrs. Evans
popped in for a cup of tea, and by the time she left it was lunch. After that I
had to go to the shops, and then it was time to get the dinner on. I just don't
know where the day has gone."

"So, what you're telling me, Edna, is that you haven't
packed out things yet?"

"I'm sorry, I'll go and do it now," she said, starting to
stand up.

"Don't be so daft, it will only take me a few minutes to
throw our clothes in the cases, and stuff the rest in those old boxes in the
attic. So, sit down and eat your dinner before it goes cold."

They ate in relative silence after that, but Grant felt her
eyes on him during the meal, and it made him quite uncomfortable. She was a
pleasant enough person, and he'd enjoyed her company when April was around to
keep order, but without his wife there it felt strange. He scraped his plate
clean, refused second helpings, and picking up his glass he said, "I'll just go
in the front room and watch TV for a bit, to let my dinner settle, and then I
will pack."

She passed him another bottle of beer and said, "Well take
this with you then, and it'll save me running in with it when that glass is
empty. I'll wash up and bring in a coffee, later."

Grant chuckled and went into the sitting room, turned on the
television and sank into his favourite chair. He always felt comfortable in
this room, which was warm and cosy with its dated furniture and old sailing
prints on the wall. It settled around him like an old jacket, and he kicked off
his shoes, put his feet up on the pouffe, and poured more beer into his glass.

Ten minutes after finishing his beer he fell asleep.

-o-

Joyce came into the room, and said to April, sitting on the
sofa watching TV with Cyril, "It's your mother on the phone; she wishes to
speak with you."

April sat on the chair in the hall and picked up the
receiver. "Hello Mom, has he left?"

"No dear, that's why I'm phoning you. He's fallen asleep on
the sofa, and I've given him a shake, but he's in such a deep sleep it seems a
shame to wake him."

"Is the packing finished?"

"Well, not exactly…and it's raining cats and dogs outside."

"What's that got to do with the packing?"

"Well, nothing really, but with him being so tired, it
doesn't make sense to drive that old car in the dark in this dreadful rain."

"Oh, alright, let him sleep for a bit and make sure he packs
the cases before he goes to bed. Then in the morning he can get an early start.
I want my things here so I can unpack and settle in. I'm going out with Joyce
in the afternoon, so don't let him be late."

"I won't, don't worry, I'll have him on his way bright and
early."

April put the phone down, and a smile came over her face as
she walked back into the sitting room. She'd enjoyed a great day with Joyce,
and now had a pleasant evening ahead with her and Cyril. The last thing she
wanted to think about was her husband, or her mother, and she soon put them
both out of her head.

"Did I miss anything?" she said to Cyril as she settled down
beside him on the sofa.

"No, only some adverts."

"You do like to watch TV, don't you?" said Joyce, with a
warm smile.

"These programmes are better than watching the boring
documentaries that Grant is always staring at. By the way, he's fallen asleep
watching TV, so won't be back until the morning," she said, hiding her surprise
at the crestfallen look that came over Joyce's face.
"That's interesting,
why is she disappointed about that? Perhaps there's something I'm missing…"
Pushing the thought from her head, she gave a shrug and moved closer to Cyril
as the programme started again.

-o-

Grant felt somebody shaking him and he opened his eyes to
see Edna standing before him. "Come on sleepy head, it's past ten, and you'd
better get a good night's sleep. April wants you away early in the morning."

"Oh, thanks for waking me, Edna; I was dead to the world."

"I guess you've been very busy, lately."

"You've no idea how busy—thank goodness!"
He looked
up at Edna's worried face and patted her hand, "Don't worry yourself, girl, I'm
okay. Just bring me up a coffee, while I go and sort out my things."

He watched her buxom figure disappear into the kitchen, and
as he climbed the stairs he marvelled at how there was only ten or eleven years
difference in their ages, yet she seemed so much older. Perhaps it was just
because since her husband died down the pits some ten years ago, she'd been too
busy bringing up April and trying to get food on the table to care about her
appearance.

She was about the same height as April, but that was all they had
in common. Her body had filled out even in the two years Grant had known her,
but her smiling round face was without wrinkles and she wore little makeup.
Tonight her shoulder-length brown hair bounced as she walked, and he guessed
she was pleased to have his company, even though he'd been asleep most of the
evening.

He took off his jacket and flung it on the chair, and then
emptied the two wardrobes onto the bed, before sorting out the clothes into
different piles. He took down the two suitcases from their place on top of the
wardrobes, and then spent the next ten minutes cleaning off the dust and trying
to get them more presentable.

He then emptied the drawers and the dressing
table, and when he saw the massive piles of clothing on the bed he realised it
there was too much for just these cases.

Edna brought him a coffee, and said, "I'll use the bathroom
first, because by the look of the dust on you, you'll use up all the hot
water."

"Yes, and I'm just off into the attic for some boxes. God
knows what I'll look like when I come down."

"I'll run a bath for you, then."

"Okay, that will be great." He watched her turn to smile at
him before she left the room, and he then guzzled down the coffee before going
up into the attic. When he came down with an arm full of cardboard boxes, he
was dusty and smothered with cobwebs. He took a look at the dirt on his hands,
and realised he couldn't pack the clothes until he cleaned up, so he just wiped
down the boxes until later.

Edna came out of the bathroom wrapped up in her dressing
gown and said, "There's a hot bath waiting for you, so get in there now, before
it starts to cool."

"Thanks, that's just what I need right now," he said,
turning off the bedroom light and going into the bathroom. He knew how Edna
hated lights left on in empty rooms, worrying about the wasted electricity and
her large bills, so he tried to keep her happy. He shook his dusty clothes,
then realised there was a room full of clean ones next door, so he folded them
to slip in a box.

The bath water was just right, and he sank deep into the water
until his whole body was covered. Drying himself some ten minutes later, he
realised he'd not brought his clean clothes with him, and he couldn't put the
soiled ones back on.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, wishing it was one
of the large bath towels, but there were none in the room. Leaving the bundle
of soiled clothes on the stool for morning, he crept from the bathroom to find
the landing in darkness.

"Damn woman, why can't she at least leave a small light
on?"
He walked into the general direction of his bedroom, staring into the
gloom, when the door to Edna's room behind him opened, and a splash of light
showed him the way.

"Here, let me put on the light for you," said Edna, pushing
past him to open his bedroom door and turn on the light.

They stood just inside the room staring at the heaped up
pile of clothing and personal effects on the bed, neither of them speaking.

Edna switched off the light and taking his hand pulled him
back along the landing. She said, "You can't sleep on that bed, tonight."

Grant followed her, thinking they were going to the small
back room, but then he recalled the bed in there went to the rubbish tip last
month.
"Ah, perhaps she's bought a new bed. It's about time."

As they reached Edna's bedroom, she walked inside and Grant,
still held by the hand, followed her into the room.

He'd been in this room and in this very bed with Edna a few
weeks ago, but they both agreed it was a big mistake and that it would never
happen again. Although the encounter was brief and rushed, in case April
returned early, it had been most enjoyable. Even so, Grant did not want a
repeat, especially after the hectic night he'd had in Joyce's bed only
yesterday evening.

"Edna, I don't think this is a good idea?"

In reply, she opened her dressing gown, letting it slip to
the floor, and reaching down she grabbed the hem of her nightdress and pulled
it over her head to stand naked before Grant.

He was surprised by her actions, and even more surprised by
the sudden activity beneath the towel, which started to move as his erection
sprang to life.

"Well, what have we here," said Edna, grabbing his towel and
pulling it off his waist to reveal his sturdy penis. "Ooh, isn't it lovely?"

Grant reached out to grab the towel from her hand, but she
threw it across the room. He said, "Edna, I want you to stop this, right now.
I'm too tired…" Even as he said the words, he realised they were the wrong
ones.

"You don't look too tired to me," she said, stroking his
solid shaft with her chubby fingers. She dropped to her knees, her open mouth
swallowing his penis, while her arms went around his thighs, holding him fast.

He put his hand to her head, fully intending to push her
away and leave the room as fast as he could, but as her head began to move up
and down on his cock, he found himself gripping her head and controlling its
actions. Faster and faster went her head, in and out went his cock, helped by
his thrusting thighs.

The climax rushed through his body like an uncontrollable
express train, and he held her head tight as his hot semen shot into her mouth.
He saw her eyes roll up to stare at him, and he let go her head, thinking she
was angry at his savagery. But she gave him a wink, and she licked his steaming
organ clean, wiping drops of semen from her mouth with a finger, and then
licking that clean.

"You taste so good. Now if the shops could put that into
their cream buns…"

"Edna, you're incorrigible!"

"And you are delightful, but you came too quickly and don't
think I'm letting you get away with it. Onto the bed with you, and get under
those covers; we've a long night ahead and I want to make the most of it."

 Grant climbed between the crisp sheets, stretching out his
body and feeling nice and relaxed. Five minutes later, Edna returned from the
bathroom and slid her yielding naked body over his muscular frame. It felt so
good to feel the warmth of her fleshy legs wrap around his thighs and hips, but
as her lips and tongue kissed and licked his nipples he felt the stirring of
another erection.
"So this is what they mean when they say there's no rest
for the wicked…"

It was past two in the morning before a fully spent Edna
fell into an exhausted sleep, but Grant's body was still trembling from being
put through his paces more times than he thought possible in just a few hours.
He finally fell to sleep, with visions of both Edna and Joyce careening around
the bed with loud yells and giggles as they fought to get at him first.

When the alarm woke him up at seven, he felt as if he'd had
no sleep at all, but with memories of the piles of clothes still to be sorted
and packed, and then taken to Stockport before an irate April could nag him. He
slipped out of bed, taking great care not to disturb Edna, whose sexual
appetite took him by surprise and he was worried that she'd pull him back
between the sheets for more.

He didn't bother to sort everything, but just packed it
tightly into the cases and boxes, and then carried them out to the car as
quietly as he could. Leaving a short note to Edna, he slipped behind the wheel
and drove away. As he drove through the early morning Leeds traffic, he could
still feel Edna's cuddly little body pressing into his, and the warmth of her
lips on his mouth.

He felt an enquiring erection start, so he pushed all
thoughts of last night from his mind and concentrated on the day ahead and
making plans of reconciliation with his young wife.
"I've a beautiful
22-year old wife with a fantastic body that I want to hold in my arms once
again. Instead, I now have two middle-aged women who won't let me alone, and
I'm too weak to say no…"

"Maybe she'll be in a better mood, now I have this sale
under my belt and some large commission cheques due next month," he said aloud,
making his plan of approach. "Perhaps if I take her out to dinner tonight I
will be forgiven, and be invited into her bed again." He turned on the radio
and started humming, his plans made and his mood one of anticipation.

It was still before nine in the morning when he knocked on
the front door to the Worthington's home, and he was both surprised and pleased
to see April's smiling face welcome him home.