Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (11) The Highfinch Summer Ball (Part 09)
Tallulah was laying on the grass covered by Georges Dinner Jacket, he had just finished redressing himself and was sitting on the back seat looking upon the figure of his beautiful fiancé with adoring eyes and she lay there sighing beneath his jacket for about twenty minutes before she began to stir.
“Turn your back,” Tallulah said
“Why?” he asked
“So I can get dressed of course”
“But I’ve already seen everything”
“That was when we were making love” she corrected him
“This is different”
“Ok” he said and turned his back to her
“And no peeking”
George thought it was rather cute that even after what they had just done in the moonlight she was still acting shy.
“Now you can look,” she said
When he turned around she was wearing his Dinner Jacket over her blue dress again.
Tallulah had been staying at her Cousin Michaels who lived at the other end of the course where his rather grand house backed onto the 3rd green.
Whereas George’s cottage was in Lily Green which was on the opposite side of the Golf Course,
“So where to milady?” he asked as they trundled across the course in the buggy, George driving this time with Tallulah next to him with her arm through his, wearing his jacket again.
“Will it be the big ‘ouse with the gentry or roughing it with the peasants?”
“I think I will rough it” she replied “With my peasant fiancé”
He stopped the buggy right in the trees by the seventh green and he walked her through the woods to the path that led to Lily Green.
“What are we going to do about the buggy?” she asked
“We’ll take it back tomorrow” he replied “If you’re up early enough, I know what you posh birds are like”
“Oh you’ve had a lot of experience with posh birds have you?”
“Modesty forbids me from answering that question” he replied and they paused in the darkness and enjoyed a long sensual kiss.
“Come on then Mrs Vineyard” he said “Let’s get you home”
“I’ve changed my mind” she said
“You want to go to Michaels after all?” he asked
“No I’ll come and rough it in the cottage” she said
“What then?” he asked
“It’s the engagement thing, Mrs Vineyard sounds really common” Tallulah said and laughed
“Ok good night then” he said
“What? Don’t leave me” she said with panic in her voice and ran after him and when she caught him he just smiled at her
“You bastard” she said and slapped him playfully
“Do you really think I would just leave you here?”
“No” she said hugging him “But you’re still a bastard”
They weren’t up early enough for breakfast in fact they were barely in time for lunch.
So it was late on Sunday morning when Tallulah and George emerged through the front door of his cottage, Tally carrying her previous days outfit in a carrier bag.
Tallulah kept some clothes at his Cottage which meant she didn’t have to navigate her way across the course in the previous night’s clothes.
Miraculously the buggy was still where they left it deep in the woods at the end of the path so they trundled their way to the 3rd green and walked excitedly up the garden of Michaels house to break both lots of happy news.