Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (45) What Becomes of the Broken Hearted (Part 10)
The day after Karen had given herself permission to get on with her life she was once again on the train from Purplemere to Finchbottom and once she had disembarked she hurried off the platform and out through the barriers and took the first cab on the rank and was quickly heading towards the Reel Times building.
When they pulled up outside she was still not at all impressed with the drab and dingy exterior of the premises, she had been meaning to ask Peter what the deal was but it always slipped her mind.
She paid the cab driver and walked towards the unimpressive front entrance and pushed the buzzer on the intercom and in response the speaker crackled and a tinny voice said
“Karen Anderson to see Peter Strickland” she shouted at the wall
“Come up” the voice said and the lock buzzed, Lilya’s manner clearly hadn’t improved since her last visit, she thought as she climbed the stairs.
Karen was still struck by the almost lavish interior of the premises, with everything trimmed with shinny chrome and bright lights everywhere illuminating all the hi-tech equipment, it really was such a stark contrast to the outside.
“You can go straight through” Lilya said as she packed away her laptop, her enormous breasts, rather too big for the rest of her, were hindering rather than helping her efforts.
As she left reception she glanced at her watch and thought she must have been later than she intended but no it appeared they finished early on a Friday, and why not she had after all.
Karen finished work at midday and went home to get herself ready for what she hoped would be a big night and changed into something more appropriate for what she had in mind.
So she was wearing a knee length emerald green dress that hugged her figure, well what figure she had, and her shoulder length brunette hair was down so it danced around her nape as she walked.
And although it wasn’t obvious to the casual observer she was wearing black stockings on her lovely legs.
When she reached Mark Cross’s office he was stood by the hat stand putting his coat on, he paused briefly and gave her a wave, so she waved back and continued down the corridor.
Her shoes were also green to match her dress and because she wanted to make the best of herself she was tottering along on heels.
When she reached the door to Peter’s office/workshop she knocked on the frame.
“Come in, it’s open” a voice called so she turned the handle and pushed on the door and Peter was stood among his gadgets and consoles and he smiled when he saw her.
“Wow this is a nice surprise” he said and it was a surprise because they weren’t supposed to be seeing each other until Saturday.
“You look fabulous” he said “are you going out?”
“Well I hope so” she replied “I didn’t dress like this for nothing”
He thought she must have a hot date because she’d really gone to town and she had been very liberal with the perfume which was very pleasant.
“So where are you going?” he asked suddenly feeling jealous,
“Well that depends on where you take me” she replied coyly
“You choose” he said relieved that she had dressed up for his benefit
“The Beaumont Park Hotel” she replied
“Good choice” he replied “They have a fabulous restaurant”
“I was thinking more along the lines of room service” she said as she sidled up to him and his mouth fell open, so she kissed it.
It was a wonderful kiss, which took her back to the magical moment when they first kissed when they were childhood sweethearts.