Polinka Goes on Holiday
Copyright© 2026 by Clee Hill
Chapter 16
Polinka took a breath, and sighed. Another perfect night’s sleep, cuddled in her father’s arms, snuggled back as close to him as she could get, feeling his body next to hers, shoulders to bum, even his legs crooked in behind hers. It was perfect. Opening her eyes into the pale honeyed glow of the early morning, she saw he was still holding her tiddie, keeping it safe, haha, her body hungry to absorb every memory of every sensation, knowing they were headed back home now and that, no matter what they might try or want or promise or imagine, they couldn’t continue this. The occasional nights, sure - she was determined to drag him to her bed at least once, and determined he sneaked in under his own volition, too - but night after night, that couldn’t continue. Not that there was any chance or danger or even hint of any kind of ‘escalation’, but simply because she was growing and changing, wanting things, wanting a girlfriend, and none of that could continue if their lives back in Ludlow were anything more than the most occasional of visits to each other’s beds and dreams.
Of course, next holiday, she would be in his bed every night she could, but that was next summer. Easter, perhaps, but most likely summer; Stephen always taking a fortnight for Christmas with Polinka, a fortnight in the summer, and a week or two wherever else they could fit them around his work and her schooling.
For now, she had other plans, but for those plans she needed his help. “Dad?” she whispered, wanting to wake him gently, needing them up early if this was to work.
“Hmm? Oh, good morning, Biscuit,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “I appear to have something of yours,” he laughed softly.
“Yep. Kept that one safe all night. You, haha, want to give the other one a quick squeeze?” she asked as she rolled over, glancing from father to tiddie, her eyebrows wiggling overtime and making Stephen laugh.
“I don’t think it would be fair if I didn’t, do you?” he asked, Polinka seeing him wait for her to smile and nod slightly before he made a dramatic show of moving his hand onto her left tiddie and giving it the same kind of affectionate squeeze you would give to a friendly dog, which was perfect as far as she was concerned.
“Cool. And you don’t have to worry about catching anything in my nipple piercings ... for now,” she beamed. “So, you think you can ‘trowel’ quickly and meet me on the beach?”
“I can. What do you have in mind?”
“Me, the Fairy Stone, you, my camera, lots of photos ... and me nekkid,” she giggled. “If we can get a good silhouette, that’s an album cover, haha, but mostly... Oh! Can I bring my drone machine? I promise I won’t be long, but when am I next going to get the chance to be inspired with my fanny on a fairy (stone), haha?”
“Do you know what kind of fairy that stone commemorates?”
“I can check, why?”
“Some fairies might not appreciate you sitting on their stone, but some might appreciate it perhaps a little too much.”
“Ah. You done with my tiddie?” she asked, smirking and rolling her eyes as he gave it one final cuddle. “Right. Let me check...” she said, reaching for her phone and quickly skimming over the topmost and most reliable looking pages. “Nope. Nothing. So I’m going with cute fey girl into cute human girls, and about to get ... I mean about to...”
“Have you sit on her?” Stephen supplied, smiling. “I do know how women have sex, Biscuit.”
“Lucky you,” she sniggered. “But yeah. Me. That stone. Sitting. And droning, haha. I’ll see you down there,” she said, pausing for a quick kiss, promising herself more and better after they were done on the beach as she took her doggie bag and tissues, returning pantyless to find her father waiting for her, locking up and helping her carry her things down to the beach where the Fairy Stone was waiting.
“Perhaps leave these here a moment,” Stephen said, carefully putting her drone machine, interface, and phone down on some dry pebbles. “I’ll take the photos and you tell me if you need anything specific.”
Polinka nodded, mouthing ‘love you’ as she got to it, meandering, standing, walking, sitting, kneeling, and generally anything else she could think of that might make for a good photo. After a few minutes she was done, back at the stone and setting up. “Er, this might get a bit weird. There’s no plan or anything, just close my eyes and let the vibes guide me. I’ll record it, but, haha, no idea if it’s going to be any good.”
“Do you have an earbud I could use?”
“Okay, but I warned you,” she cautioned, giving him one of her buds, putting the other in, and once everything was connected, she powered up her DS-2 and began. Not really sure what she was going for, she began by dialling everything back to ‘zero’, or at least how she thought of it, before she began selecting LFO shapes, deciding which would control which filter and which oscillator, deciding to ‘keep things clean’ and leave out the effects, and as she brought in the filters and the frequencies, she slowly drew closer to ... something. It was a drone, sure it was, but not like the others she had made, this one being almost peaceful, slow and meditative, not dour as many drones are, and not ‘chiptune’ as the more ‘cheerful’ ones could sound to her. This was ... different, and so she allowed it to run for a little while, slow, tidal, she smiled, as, opening her eyes and giving a slight nod, she powered it off and saved everything to her phone and, when it found a better signal, up to her cloud.
“Biscuit?” Stephen said as he came up to where she was getting up.
“Told you. Weird and, haha, not very musical.”
“Perhaps, but it was also quite mesmerising.”
“Yeah, like a substation drone,” she smiled, knowing the criticisms of drone styled music, it not helping that some of them were worryingly accurate.
“Perhaps. Either way, I should like to hear what you do with it, when you do.”
“Me too,” she grinned as they linked arms and headed back to the van. “Might be a while. I really want to get the Kobol involved, once I figure out how to make it sing and move.”
“It doesn’t just plug in?”
Polinka shook her head. “Not like you think, I think, haha. No, it needs something to give it notes to play, and all those sockets, that’s where you plug other things in ... You know how, when I turn a dial on my DS-2, it changes things? Okay, well the Kobol is like that, but you can do that a lot more, and automatically, and that’s separate to the notes. I can get my laptop back home to do the notes, just, but it can’t do the modulation. I could ‘play’ it, but I like it, like this, when I set it up and can leave it alone to ‘play’ itself. Self-generating but not in a Terminator way,” she smiled as they got back to the van, leaving the door open as Stephen got the bed away as she got her electronics safely away.
“And your laptop can’t do that?” he asked as he began dressing, underpants, shorts, and a long sleeved white shirt for their ferry crossing in a few hours’ times.
“Nope. It needs something to do it,” she said, a new tampon in place thanks to her ‘Trowel Time’, it feeling almost alien as she pulled on a pair of panties before pulling on a pair of blue jeans, a red checked shirt with long sleeves, and her scarf, now tied into a scarf and making her look very dashing in her reflection. “I’ve an idea what I would need, but...”
“There goes your allowance for the summer?”
Polinka laughed. “Yep, and next summer too.”
Stephen shook his head. “Before you say it, don’t. You say you know what you need.”
Polinka nodded. Slightly. She had a pretty good idea what he was about to suggest, and preempting her by telling her not to object didn’t stop her from feeling guilty about it. Which, of course, he read in her expression.
“Polinka. If I had know that, I would have got you something you could use. Do you want to return it, for something else?”
“They’ll let you do that? Even though it’s been a couple of weeks?”
“I asked them, in case you didn’t get along with them. They said, boxed, in a month, and everything would be fine.”
“Wow. Thing is, I like how it sounds, and from the videos I’ve seen, I like what I could do with it—”
“—Except it needs a little help.”
“Yeah,” she said, trying not to admit anything.
“Okay then. Here’s the deal. This week, sort it out, let me know what you need, not what you want, you can get whatever that might be later, but just what you really need, okay? Let me know by, say, Thursday, and Sunday we can go down to Worcester and see what they can get for you. Deal?”
“But—”
“—But nothing, sweetheart. It’s a lot cheaper than a pony would be, and I don’t have to drive you and it all over the county,” he smiled, Polinka getting the context.
“But Dad, my pony is not an ‘it’, she’s a she. Her name is, haha, Pussy Willow.”
“My apologies. Quite the name she has there.”
“Yep, but, haha, I do love the idea of riding Pussy,” she said, both of them laughing hard before, finally, they were done, ready, and off to the port where, a hurried bacon butty apiece later, they were on to the ferry and headed back to Wales.
With a second breakfast taken aboard the ferry, they were back in Pembroke just before 1pm when Stephen presented Polinka with a choice.
“Well, it’s up to you, sweetheart. We can drive back home today and take the weekend easy, no rush to clean Nicky up before she has to go back—”
“—Or we can find a hotspot to go spend the night at?” she asked, her hopefulness unavoidable. “I know we could go back home, but I want this to last as long as we can. I know I have to wake up, but can I please dream a bit longer?” she asked, comedy wheedling dialled all the way up.
Stephen smiled. “As if I wasn’t expecting that. Of course we can, sweetheart, but why don’t you find us somewhere to park up for the night?”
“You don’t have anywhere in mind?”
“I do, but why don’t you ‘take the reins’?”
“Okay, how long do I have to complete my research project?”
“Before we get home.”
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