An Angel In Pyjamas (Part One)
Colin Capel was approaching his 53 birthday and had never felt so young and vital as he had since the episode when had fondled Angela Purcell in the stationary cupboard.
At the time he had known her for roughly six years and had had a crush on her since the first moment he saw her.
She was in his wife’s bible study group which was held at his house every five or six weeks.
When the diminutive woman standing 4 feet 11 in her stocking feet looked at him with her large saucer eyes he was ensnared.
Even before she deployed the warm mesmerizing smile he was smitten.
But as remarkably beautiful as her face was, her figure on the other hand was singularly unremarkable.
She had short chubby legs, a flat chest and a barely distinguishable waist.
Though her bum was an altogether different proposition and each buttock was beautifully defined inside her cargos.
Colin however despite being attracted to her didn’t envisage that anything would ever come of it, he was a happily married man and she was a good Christian girl.
So it came as quite a surprise when his wife Jane volunteered him to help Angela retrieve something from the stationary cupboard and he ended up helping himself to the contents of her knickers.
After the event Colin felt a surprising lack of guilt about it even though he was a married man and the fondling took place on church property during the Sunday service while his wife Jane sat in the congregation.
It was the first time he had strayed from the path in over 30 years of marriage and he should have felt a tinge of guilt but what he actually felt when he reflected on the event was a trouser tickle.
He didn’t know if Angela felt guilty, he hadn’t seen her to ask.
Though in fairness she wasn’t an innocent whom he had defiled.
His hand wasn’t the first to venture into her pants, albeit it was the first for a good few years.
It was Angela who had initiated the action in the cupboard when she feigned a slip from the steps and fell into his arms.
What he had come to regret about that day was his ungentlemanly action when they had taken their seats among the congregation.
Colin sat first in the vacant seat Jane had reserved for him and when Angela had found her seat she looked across at him and smiled,
Which was when he waved his finger beneath his nose and breathed in her musky scent.
In response Angela stared wide eyed and open mouthed at his action and her face went scarlet before she looked away.
But when she turned and looked at him again a moment later, smiling broadly he took that as a signal that she might wish to play again sometime.
He berated himself however on the crude and vulgar nature of his behaviour.
But as time went on he wasn’t so sure she was up for it.
Angela had a wonderful work ethic, which was something else he admired her for and she held down three part time jobs.
Monday to Wednesday she worked at Abbotts Gardens Centre, Thursdays and Fridays she worked Dustbusters domestic cleaning services and at weekends she worked in the café and bookshop at St Joseph’s church, which was situated on the verge of the town centre.
In the week following that eventful Sunday Colin was away in Frankfurt on business and it was the next Monday when he decided to act.
He visited the Abbotts Gardens Centre numerous times but failed to see her, so he went into the café and bookshop on three separate occasions just in case she was doing extra shifts but there was no sign of her there either.
So he thought that she was obviously racked with guilt and was either keeping a low profile or had left.
Colin couldn’t keep turning up at the church looking for her as people would doubtless notice and be suspicious, he had already visited the bookshop more times in one week than he had in the previous two years.
He wasn’t going to see her again and it was all because of that silly finger sniffing episode.
He had gone too far and clearly she had gone too.
And that would have been that had it not been for an overheard conversation between his wife and the café and bookshop manager, Mrs Patmore.
“Yes I can do a couple of hours on Saturday” Jane said “And I hope Angela is better soon”
After Jane had hung up the phone Colin asked
“What was all that about?”
“Mrs Patmore is looking for help at the café while Angela is laid up” she replied
“Why what’s wrong with her?” his asked casually
“She fell off those rickety steps last Sunday” Jane said and added in her most supercilious voice “I knew that would happen”
He and Jane hadn’t been to St Josephs that day as they had a christening to attend in a different parish.
“Oh dear” he said wondering if she was thinking about the previous weeks antics “is she ok?”
“Badly sprained ankle” Jane said
It was Wednesday when he got the news about Angela’s fall, and once he realised she wasn’t seriously hurt Colin wondered if it would be classed as a fall from grace.
Particularly if she was reminiscing on the previous outing on the steps.
He spent the next couple of days trying to think of a plausible ruse that would enable him to go round and see her.
The ruse would be superfluous for Angela as she would know why his was really there, the ruse was for the benefit of Judith who was Angela’s flatmate.
He racked his brain for a solution but none came so he resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn’t see her until she returned to work.