The Breakdown
Copyright© 2004 by Connard Wellingham
Chapter 6
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 6 - I break down in a small mining village and put up in the local pub with unexpected consequences.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic
I was outside McCowall's garage at nine o'clock sharp. By unspoken agreement I'd spent the night in my 'own' bed. By the time I was up and about the girls had left for school. Mary gave me breakfast and hurried off on some urgent business. It was for the best, I suppose. The previous night was, indeed, one we would all remember for a long time to come and teary farewells and possible recriminations were best avoided. I ate hurriedly. Mary had not left a bill so I wrote a cheque for a generous amount with a brief note saying, 'for room and board, use of phone and refreshments.' I hoped she would cash it: that she would not be too proud: that she would not think I was trying to pay for the sex. If truth be told, even fifty times more than I'd left would not have been enough for that.
Jack, sensing my mood, was even more taciturn than usual. I paid him and added a fiver.
"What's that for?" he asked, suspiciously.
"Nothing, Jack. It's just for... thanks."
He took the note and nodded sympathetically. "Take care, laddie."
"You, too, Jack."
I drove off. A glint of sun blinded me temporarily - at least it had to be something like that to make my eyes water the way they did.
Colin had been stalwart in filling in for me. He briefed me on the story so far and took me to meet the other team. They were duly sympathetic about my plight and commiserated with me about being stuck in some god-forsaken village all this time. I said little, merely smiling and nodding acquiescence. Negotiations were quite far advanced and Colin was doing fine. Nobody thought it odd that I contributed little. In truth it all seemed a little unreal. It was an important contract and one that would secure our financial security for quite some time. Last week I would have been - I was - all fired up about it, driving everyone insane with my insistence that every detail be checked again and again. But, now, I found I couldn't care less. All the wheeling and dealing that I'd thrived on in the past now seemed like a meaningless game.
Colin noticed, though. "What's wrong, Paul? You've hardly said a word all day. You seem a bit out of sorts."