Ralph Huggett, a simple bear like halfwit, lay across the sofa, "Chuck us another can." On the other side of the room Sidney Dyson bent over the arm of the chair pulled a can from the plastic ring and threw it across the room.
Ralph pulled at the top ring opening the can. The larger spurted out the top soaking his already filthy shirt, "You fucking dick head, you deliberately threw that, fuck, look at me half of it's down my shirt you shit, you fucking ass holing shit."
Sid smiled, "Then next time my dear fellow, get the fucking tin yourself I ain't no slave, anyway shut the fuck up I'm watching the news."
The newscaster looked his mournful best as he announced that today the burial had been a family concern at the small church of St David in the Field at Ultringham.
It was the burial of Sergeant Roy Lile, killed when his jeep was blown up on active service in Iraq, the family are from this area and his wife Pauline has asked that now is her time to be alone, her time to remember and be left to greave in piece, Sergeant Lile had only been married for seven months, at that point a picture flashed on to the screen of him and his wife.
Ralph almost fell of the sofa, "Will you look at that, fucking hell, eat your heart out Buffy what the fuck would he want to go to war and leave a piece of fucking like that for, god what I could do to that cunt, where are you little babe I need your cunt," then Ralph swallowed the other half of the can.
Sid lent forward, under the table and pulled out the telephone directory, flicked through to L and took thirty seconds to say, "Forty two, Victoria Terrace, Orchard Grove, Ultringham, she don't even live on the base."
Ralph crushed the empty can, threw it at the waste bin and missed, belched and asked, "So what, clever fuck?"
Sid dropped the directory on the floor, "I thought you wanted to go see her, you know, you said you could do something to that cunt of hers?"
There was a long silent pause before Ralph sat up, "How, I mean, what if, eerr how would we see her?"
With sarcasm in his voice Sid said, "God you are thick, we would say we are old friends of Roy's we brought you some flowers and would just like to say how sorry, dee dar, dee dar and so on, its not rocket science, even for you."
Sid had dropped his can in the waste bin, took another from the pack, opened it and took a swig before Ralph said, "You don't really think, we could, I mean do you?"
Sid took a long drink from the can, looked him square in the eye and in his superior voice said, "It would break the boredom of being stuck here with you tomorrow, its got to be better than being with you any-day anyway remember nothing ventured nothing gained and all to play for."
Ralph got up, his huge frame paced around the room, "But what if some ones there, I mean she's just lost her husband, well a while ago but she would, you know."
Sid didn't even look at him just carried on letting him ramble away, "You know what, I mean, if there's some-one there we pay are respects and go, but it would let us get a lay of the land, for future reference, but, you know, what if she's home alone?"
Sid sat silent, thinking to himself, how did I get to lodge with this thicko? He shook his head before he downed another beer, at least it's cheap, thicko does pay for most.
Ralph muttered to himself, "We got what we would need, just in case she didn't want to be friendly straight away, just to stop her shouting and moving, you know, and my best trousers are clean, ya I even have a clean shirt, ya why not, lets visit."
Sid turned a looked at him, "You're not joking, your fucking serious aren't you?"
Ralph was really worked up, "Ya as you say nothing ventured, nothing gained, lets do it lets go tomorrow, I'll bring the bag you get the flowers, here I got money."
Sid carried on drinking, he thought even if we went there it will be crawling with press and relatives, so where's the harm in humouring him and anyway we'd be out, get to a bar, old thicko could get the beers in.
Sid carried a rather nice arrangement of carnations, Ralph almost dwarfed him as he walked beside with a small rucksack, Ralph almost in a whisper said, "You can see why they call it Orchard Grove, lovely trees," they turned in to Victoria terrace, the house was easy to spot, the curtains were drawn.
Sid was surprised to see how quiet it was, no car anywhere, no flowers, and amazingly no people, he felt uneasy, somewhere inside him he had hoped that this wasn't going to happen, but Ralph pushed on.
"Number forty two ya," Sid nodded to him, he walked up to it, as Sid arrived behind him he said, "Now I'll do the talking," Ralph rang the bell.
The same beauty they had seen on the photo opened the door, "Look I'm sorry but I just want to be on my own, just to be myself for a day or two, you understand don't you?"
Sid put on his best sorrowful look and just pushed the flowers to her, "We knew Roy in the old days we just wanted to say sorry, he was an ace before the army, always there for you and he was good to our friend here so he must have been the best, and well, just sorry."
She took the flowers, "I'm sorry to be like this, but there has been so much media and solders and I just couldn't cope any more, I never knew him before the army, was he? Well, oh this is ridiculous, how would you like a quick cup of tea? I feel I've been so rude to everybody, but, well all this hero business you know it's a bit over whelming, come in."
While she had been talking to Sid, Ralph had scanned every inch of her perfect form. The sleeveless roll necked sweater did little to hide her able chest, the pleated black skirt showed her rounded ass and sat nicely above the knee, her bare shapely legs, lovely and white ran down to her neat ankles and her feet were in-cased in tan ankle strapped sandals but the whole shape paled away when Ralph studied her face, almost angel like with cascades of blond hair that bounced on her shoulders as she moved, he followed Sid in.
Ralph closed the door, gave it a little pull to make sure the lock had dropped and went through to the sitting room, the adrenalin in him was almost making him sick, he smiled at Sid as she went in to the kitchen to make tea.
Soon she was back, she sat in a chair opposite, Ralph didn't say anything, it took him all his time to say "Please and thank you," for the tea as he almost dribbled at the sight of her perfect legs now showing a little more thigh, Sid carried on his lies about knowing Roy.
It was though some one flicked a switch, clutching his rucksack, Ralph stood up and walked towards Pauline, Sidney alerted himself to the danger.
" Look Pauline," she was taken by surprise that he had called her by her name, "Look Pauline as you have no husband would you like to be my friend?" She put her cup down, Sidney stood as well.
"All right Ralph, calm down you can't ask a lady that sort of thing."
Ralph's eyes were transfixed on Pauline, "But that's why we came, you know, to be friends and do things that she's been missing, that's what we agreed," she was frightened.
Pauline slowly got up, cleared her throat, "Well it's been nice meeting you, eerr both but you must excuse me, I'll show you the way out."
She went to move past Ralph but his arm was quick and accurate, it slid right across her throat, crooked and pulled her back to him, locking over her windpipe, her little delicate hands grabbed at him as she struggled to catch breath in side the powerful grip.
Sid's first reaction was to put a stop to this but as he moved forward his mind changed. Ralph was keeping the choke hold tight by having her slightly lifted, her toes could just touch the floor making her legs tighten in to a perfect shape, as she struggled and moved the skirt would ride up, giving a glimpse of inner and outer strong firm thigh.
She was fighting for air, her large breast's rose and fell as she sucked in air, her mouth, open in a straggled cry, it looked so adorable, her blond her tussled round her face and Sid couldn't help but imagine it covering a pillow.
Sid stopped in front of her, Ssssshhh, don't fight him, he's to strong for me let alone a pretty little thing like you, just relax and above all don't speak."
She was gasping for air but she stopped pulling at him.
"That's it, if you don't fight and don't speak he won't hurt, now just give me one of you wrists," she looked at him, her big blue eyes wide with fear, Sid smiled, "Would you like me to say please or would you like my friend to hang you again?"
She started to mumble and cry at the same time, Sid picked up the rucksack, "For the last time would you please give me a wrist and don't make a sound."
She pushed her left arm forward, as she did the phone rang, Ralph gripped her tight again, she panicked trying to scream past the choking arm, Sid waited, eight, nine rings and the answer-phone kicked in, "Hello, thank you for calling but for the time being this phone will not be answered and for personal reasons don't leave a message," the line went dead.
"Nicely put, now where were we, oh yes, if you wish my friend to stop then give me your wrist," her face now white with fear she pushed her left arm forward, Sid took a piece of thick black cord about four, four and a half feet long from the rucksack, folded it in half over the extended wrist and tied it tight.
He had a condescending smile on his face, like he was talking to a child, "There that wasn't difficult was it, now put both arms down, you can release her a little," as her arms hung by her side Ralph lowered his arm enough for her to stand flat.
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