Lynne and her MP

LYNN AND HER MP

She had given her NOTICE in to her employer a month ago now, and Lynn
was looking forward to starting a new life outside her normal place of
work.

That office job had been very repetitive. The boss always thought he
was RIGHT and never listened to any of the ideas the employees wanted
to tell him. He was paying their wages and he knew best.

She would show him.

Just before leaving, her best friend, Kate, came up to give her a big
hug. 'What are you going to do now?' she asked.

Lynn shrugged her shoulders, saying, 'Dunno.'

'You find something, you could always look in the papers or apply to
become one of those strip-o-grams and earn loads of money,' Kate
joked.

Lynn looked at her, 'I can't. Who would have me as one of them. Look at
me, plain old Lynn. Nobody wants me. I don't even have a boyfriend. I
am twenty eight with no confidence and still living at home with me
mother.'

Kate grabbed around her, 'You will find someone. Let this be a new
start for your life and stop being foolish, men will want you.' Kate
kissed Lynn on the cheek. 'Go get em girl,' she said.

Finishing work, she waited in the bus stop for the usual bus of around
four o'clock.

A man stood in the queue next to her who was there every other day, but
today she noticed him more. Whether it was because it was her last day,
she did not know.

'Hi,' she said, shyly.

He looked at her, smiling, 'Hi,' he replied, soon looking away from
her.

Lynn looked to the ground, why did she just say hi to him when she did
not even know who he was.. She could not answer her own question, just
waited quietly for the bus.

The bus arrived, and as she got on, the man sat next to her on it. 'You
mind?' he asked.

'Not at all,' she smiled at him once more. 'It is a free seat, I can't
stop you sitting in it.'

'My name is Mark,' he held out his hand to shake hers.

'Hi Mark,' Lynn smiled once more.

This was the FIRST time she had ever spoken to a man, let alone on the
bus going home from work.

They got chatting and he got off the bus before she did, but as his
stop approached, he asked her, 'Would you like to go out for a drink
this evening?' He was very forward, and she immediately accepted,
without knowing what CAUSED her to.

Mark handed her his card, 'This is my telephone number, phone me later
and I will come and pick you up.'

'But...' she began as he left her.

Turning the card over in her hands, she could not take her eyes of him.
The card had read, 'MP entertainment,' the name to remember for the
biggest show BANDS in the country.

Kate placed the card back into her pocket and patted it down, smiling
to herself, 'Was he some sort of agent for bands,' she thought to
herself excitedly.

Going home, she told her mother she was going out with someone from her
place of work wanting to take her out for a goodbye drink. She hated
lying, but knew what her mother would be like, and tell her she
shouldn't be going.

Unable to stay calm enough to make herself tea, she got on the
telephone straight away.

She was greeted by a voicemail message, 'You have reached the office of
MP entertainment. If you would like to book one of our bands please
leave your name and number and I will get back to you.'

Kate spoke low, 'Hi, it's me,' she was frightened, her voice not going
above a squeak of a mouse.

The phone on the other side was picked up and his voice came on the
phone. It was Mark. 'Glad you phoned,' he said.

'So where you taking me to?' Kate didn't know what had gotten into her,
she was not being backward in coming forward now.

'How about 'The MERCHANTMAN?'

Kate had not heard of that pub and asked him where it was. She found
out that it was near where he lived, but that didn't matter as he was
going to pick her up anyway, he made that point clear. 'Love to,' she
said.

Putting down the phone, she ran up the stairs quickly and into her
bedroom, opening the wardrobe.
Getting out clothes to wear, she hurriedly dressed. He had said he
would be here at 7.00 and it was 6.00 now, so plenty of time in her
mind. She wanted to make this evening special.

She had liked him for a long time, but never built up the courage to
speak to him let alone ask him out. But today was different, if he
ignored her, she wouldn't have seen him again anyway. And it paid off,
he agreed to take her out.

Putting on make up, she ran down the stairs and out the door by 6.45,
going to the end of her street to wait for him.

She hid in the shadows, not wanting anyone to see her dressed up. She
was ashamed of herself, her confidence low.

Mark came in his car, not seeing her at first, but when he did spot
her, he stopped his car, unwound the passenger window and asked her,
'Are you getting in?'

Running to the car, she opened the door, and got in.

As soon as she did, he reached his face towards her and kissed her once
on the cheek.

Lynn FOOLISHLY blushed as Mark drove.

Outside 'The Merchant Man,' he parked up as near to the pub as he could
and got out first, telling Lynn to stay there.

Opening her car door for her, he was acting the proper gentleman.

She got out, and he led her into the pub. He knew exactly where he was
going, this was where his bands always played.

Lynn looked around at the fixtures and fittings, impressed.

Mark went to the bar and asked Lynn what she was drinking.

She asked him for a Gin and Tonic. She wanted to enjoy herself tonight,
forget about her past and try to concentrate only on the future.

Sitting quietly in the centre of the pub, Lynn wanted to sit in the
corner where no one could see, but Mark said they had to sit in the
centre, he wanted to show her off.

Talking and drinking, he felt as proud of her as she did of him.

Nine o clock, and Mark told her to look at the stage.

Doing what was asked, these group of four lads and four lasses came
from behind it, shouting, 'We are the Snowdonian Mutineers and we are
here to entertain you.' They went into their act, but Lynn could not
help but laugh at their outfits. Every one wore PVC clothes, the women
dressed in bikini style outfits, and the men only dressed in PVC
swimming trunks.

Well, she laughed and this was going to be one night she wouldn't
forget in a hurry.