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This story is of an erotic nature.
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A Story in The Swarm Cycle Universe
by Duke of Ramus
A Piece of my Imagination
The Swarm Cycle
The Swarm Cycle is a collection of stories manufactured around a concept introduced by the Thinking Horndog positing an alien invasion and Earth's reaction. The intent is for this to be a multi-author universe similar to the wildly popular Naked In School stories. If you're a budding author of erotica or sci-fi and see something here that strikes your fancy, pop over to the Author's Page for more info on what's going on here and how to submit a story for this collection. The rest of you are probably here to read, so...
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental
© 2007 Duke of Ramus.
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The Swarm Cycle Universe
Copyright © 2007 The Thinking Horndog
I'd like to thank Mulligan for his assistance in turning this into a better story than my initial effort, any errors remaining are of course mine.
"Well, that's fucked it," said Tony when he received his CAP score. Whilst six point two was a reasonable score and it clearly showed he wasn't a complete loss to the human race it wasn't high enough for him to volunteer for the Confederacy Marines.
His friend Bob looked over at the outburst and asked, "You too?"
"Six point two," said Tony confirming out loud his score. "What did you get?"
"Exactly six," replied his friend in disgust, "which means we're both stuck here," he concluded with a shrug.
The pair of them took the high tech. ID cards that the machine had spit out with their incriminating numbers on and shoved them unceremoniously into the back pockets of their jeans and left the testing centre.
"What d'you want to do now?" asked Bob looking to Tony for leadership as usual.
Tony took a look around and didn't see anything encouraging. "Well, it's two hours before the first ferry back so we may as well get something to eat." He glanced back at his friend before snorting, "Come on, you'll feel better after you've chomped your way through a couple of burgers."
Bob was decidedly the larger of the two boys outweighing his friend by at least fifteen kilos though they both topped out at one metre eighty-eight. The hard work the two of them put in routinely on their parent's farms meant that neither of them was out of shape.
Entering their favourite fast food place the boys looked around and were surprised to see a small crowd gathered around a man in the corner. As they approached the counter they started to hear what the man was saying.
"Simply put we are asking why should these aliens decide who should go and who should stay?"
After waiting for the muttering to subside he continued, "What we believe is that until these aliens agree that all of the human race should be evacuated no one should be allowed to leave."
Tony raised an eyebrow at his friend who shrugged in response. Still half listening the pair placed their substantial order for burgers, drinks and doughnuts as in the background the man continued talking, his voice clearly carrying through the quiet that surrounded him.
"I know that this is hard to accept, especially if you're one of the ones that these creatures have singled out for survival but isn't it right that all of us should stick together in the face of this menace? Isn't it right that everyone should be treated the same - after all - it tells us in the Bible that we were all created equal? Why should the few - the privileged few at that - be allowed to survive whilst the rest of us are left here to perish?"
The voice of the man was rising with each question he asked and around him the crowd was becoming more animated in response. Tony looked at his tray and decided that he didn't want to get involved with the mob and led Bob to the outside seating area. It may have been chilly but at least it was quiet and away from any potential trouble.
As they sat down Bob looked back at the crowd and asked his friend, "Do you think he had a point in there?"
"Oh he had a point all right," said Tony, "but I doubt if it was a valid point."
"Why not?" asked his friend.
Tony took a sip of his milkshake before answering. "Think back to when the Darjee turned up," he said, "everyone concerned - from the Yank President to the village idiot - made it clear that, at best, they'd only be able to get a third of the people away. They told us then that they were going to test everyone so that they could have the pick of the crop to carry on the human race. The rest of us," he included himself for the first time, "would have to stay here and take our chances. If we were lucky we might even win the fight."
"But if we did what he's saying in there then we'd all get away," said Bob.
"You think so?" asked Tony. "Did you notice how he didn't tell anyone where the extra ships were coming from to carry all these people? Nor did he tell us where the new colonies are that were going to absorb these extra evacuees." Tony took another sip of his drink before adding, "and I bet under his new rules it'll be him and his friends who get to decide who goes where and in what order not the rest of the people who put them in a position to decide. At least we know the Darjee have been honest even if we don't like the results."
Bob looked back at the crowd and Tony watched as enlightenment occurred.
Finally Bob asked, "What do you think his CAP score is?"
"I've no idea Bob, but one thing's for sure," Tony said, "I bet it's lower than ours."
Blerwick Island was a small island off the West Coast of Scotland. It was roughly nine kilometres long and three kilometres wide of sharply rising crags and broken heather covered hillsides. The single town, a large village really, was centred on the natural deep-water harbour that was the original reason for humans to be on the island.
The island had two major industries, fishing and farming, both of which had been in decline for the last thirty years or so. The island was part of the lands held by the Earl of Carnforth and had belonged to that family for several hundred years.
In the middle of the eighteenth century the then Earl had built a retreat on the island to get away from the growing industrialisation that was starting to appear around his ancestral home on the mainland. The retreat he had constructed was known locally as Carnforth Castle but was actually based on a large hunting lodge that the Prince Regent had had built in the Forest of Dean. In the early nineteenth century the Lodge had been the location for many of the Earl's parties and had led to several new cottages being built in the nearby town to accommodate his staff.
Although the current Earl maintained the Lodge he hadn't actually used the property for over fifteen years and currently there was only a staff of three in residence. Paul Smythe was the estate warden and had overall responsibility for the upkeep of the Lodge. He was assisted by George Marchiondale, the groundsman who was responsible for the formal gardens and the small shooting preserve and Rosalind Grace who acted as housekeeper.
Blerwick was also the home of Tony and Bob as well as their respective families. The families had been tenant farmers of the Earl of Carnforth for as long as the island had been in his possession, eking out a living that was barely above the subsistence level. It was only recently that both families had started taking in tourists and had seen an upturn in their fortunes.
The visitors came to see the various sea birds that made their home on the western cliffs of the island, facing off into the wild Atlantic Ocean. The two families had worked together to produce comfortable if basic hides overlooking the cliffs and advertised their presence on the Internet, an innovation that was the idea of the two young men who'd been sent to school on the mainland. Tony and his family had converted a barn into two holiday apartments while on their neighbours' farm they'd adapted their old home into an apartment and moved into the modernised barn.
Following the success achieved by the Collins and Stewart families several of the nearby farms had followed suit and now the island was attracting a steady but small stream of visitors throughout the year.
The total population of the island excluding the visitors had fallen from a high of six hundred between the two World Wars to a meagre two hundred and twenty. Of that number more than half worked in the various offshore industries like fishing and on the gas platforms and were only home for one week in four.
As Tony and Bob well knew, the island could be a lonely but beautiful place to grow up.
"I believe, Madam Chairman, that we really do not have any choice," the dark skinned woman stood tall as she addressed the committee members clustered around the table. "We have been placed in loco parentis of these girls and regardless of this ridiculous decision, that they become adults at fourteen, we cannot absolve ourselves of that responsibility."
"That's all very well, Ms Roberts," said the older woman from the head of the table, "but their guardians have been extracted and as they are all older than fourteen they, unfortunately, have been left behind. Legally we are in a very difficult position," she smiled grimly, "after all, they are legally adults and we cannot keep them here if they wish to depart."
Ms Janine Roberts drew in another breath, she half agreed with Margaret Mackie but she couldn't just throw her girls out because their parents had been lucky enough to get away especially with the way that things were descending into anarchy. "Madam Chairman, under the agreement that all the guardians signed, which I believe is still binding in law, the young ladies cannot leave the school unless they have a place at another teaching establishment. Clearly, with their guardians no longer on the planet that cannot happen and therefore the agreement is still binding. Which means we are responsible for them until they are eighteen, adults or not."
The only male at the table raised his hand slightly, a single finger pointing upwards.
"Yes, Rector?" asked Margaret Mackie, glad of a short reprieve from Janine's onslaught.
"Wouldn't that agreement become null and void when the term fees are not paid?" he asked.
Betty Clark, the school treasurer field the question easily, "It would Rector, but that isn't going to happen," she said. Catching several raised eyebrows around the table she continued, "The Confederacy is honouring any financial commitments that the volunteers entered into for the term of said agreements." She pushed her glasses up and rubbed the bridge of her nose for a moment before dropping them back into place. Continuing she said, "I believe that it was originally intended to ensure that young adults, who had to stay behind, were able to keep their family homes without fear of repossession. But it applies to all financial commitments that the extractees had so school fees, like ours, will be paid until the girls are eighteen."
"Oh," responded the Rector and then dropped back, his part in the meeting effectively over.
Erika Jäger raised her hand and Margaret acknowledged her right to speak.
"What everyone here is saying," she said in her accented English, "is that the school is fragmenting," she held up her hand to stop interruptions, "whether we like it or not. In it's current form the school will not survive the impact of the Sa'arm and the Earth First group." She glanced around and received several nods of agreement, "What we need to decide is what we are going to do about it?"
Before anyone could start Erika continued, "Because of our legal commitment to those whose guardians have been extracted we appear to be left with only two choices. We either soldier on as we are and try to mitigate the trouble when it happens or we split the school and go our separate ways."
Faced with that simple stark statement the board of governors sat in silence for several minutes.
Janine Roberts eventually shuffled back to her feet and spoke, "I believe that the benefits to all of those who we are here to help and support can best be met by dividing the school in two. Therefore I propose that we split the school with those who wish to support the Earth First group remaining here, as they appear to be in the majority. Whilst those of us who support the extraction process as it is now being implemented moving to Blerwick and begin a school there."
Margaret Mackie sighed with resignation and asked, "Do I have a second for the motion?"
"Aye," responded Erika and Betty immediately.
"All those in favour of splitting the school raise a hand," she said despondently, knowing that the school she'd supported for the last twenty years was falling apart before her.
The vote was carried as those who believed in the extractions wanted to get away and those who thought that the Earth First group was right were happy to get rid of them. The next hour was spent with the governors thrashing out the what, when and how of the separation. Neither party was willingly giving up all the things that had made the school so successful over the years.
In the end a compromise was reached and the two halves were free to go their separate ways. As the protagonists left the boardroom Erika turned to Janine, "How many do you think will be going with us?"
"About a third is my guess," she answered rubbing her eyes. "You know I wish there was some other way of making them," she indicated the crowd that was gathering opposite them, "see that this is the best for everyone in the long run."
"You believe that, even if you get left behind?"
"My CAP score's only six point four," said Janine, "I'm one of those who's going to be stuck here but that doesn't make keeping everyone else here right, not by a long shot."
"Don't get me wrong Janine," said Erika, "I agree with you totally but I think you're going to have a hard time convincing that lot to be altruistic."
"To be honest Erika, I'm not even going to try," said Janine. "If they're too blind to see that getting away from here and the trouble that's brewing is the only realistic way of doing things then I don't want them with us."
The three women watched from the observation deck of the small ferry as the island grew in size before them and looked at what they hoped was going to be their new home. They were greeted by a grey morning over a grey rock that was only brightened by the greens and purples of the bracken that covered most of the hillsides before them.
In the harbour were six or seven small boats that had clearly seen better days, which was also as good a way as any of describing the houses that overlooked the quayside. The only signs of brightness are the reds and blues that covered the doors to the diminutive fishermen's cottages.
Above the harbour with no clear way of getting to it was what they assumed was Carnforth Castle, the residence that they hoped to turn into a school away from school for the girls who'd been put into their charge. The journey here had been long and arduous trek for the three women and they were looking forward to having time to relax before they started preparing for the arrival of the students.
The ferry nosed up to the jetty and the forward ramp was lowered slowly down. The three women joined the four locals in walking across the ramp dragging their suitcases behind them. They stood on the windswept quay and looked around seeking assistance but there was nothing or no one in sight.
"Now what?" asked Betty looking at Janine.
"I really have no idea," she replied looking at the letter that Margaret Mackie had given her. "This simply says that the Lodge can be used as a school and that the staff there know we are coming."
Erika had been looking around as the two women talked and let out a chuckle, which attracted their attention. "I think we're going to have to walk," she said.
"What!" exclaimed Janine looking in horror at the hill the Castle was stood on.
"Look around Jan," she said, "Can you see any motorised transport at all?"
The women looked and were surprised to find that Erika was correct. Apart from two hand carts at the end of the quay there didn't appear to be any transport anywhere.
"Oh shit," declared Betty looking at her large suitcase in trepidation. "Do you suppose there will be anything up at the Castle they could send down?" she asked hopefully.
"I doubt it," said Erika as she watched someone approaching on what appeared to be a tricycle.
Whoever it was appeared to be heading for the ferry as he piloted the strange contraption onto the quay and headed towards them.
The young man stopped about ten feet from them and stepped off the machine and turned to collect something from the basket on the back of the trike.
"Afternoon," he greeted the women as he moved past them and onto the ferry. From where they stood they could hear him greet a couple of the crewmen before he slipped into the wheelhouse. He was only out of sight for a couple of minutes before he reappeared and headed back to his machine.
The three women had stood there and watched not saying a word. It was Erika, who seemed to be the least stunned of the three who intercepted the man as he walked past them."
"Excuse me," she called out, "Young man."
The young man stopped and looked at the three women. The one who was talking was slim with blond hair and quite tall. With her were an older woman who had dark hair with a few grey streaks in it and a shortish woman who was fairly plump. All of them were dressed in grey business suits and, to his amusement, heels.
"Yes Miss?" he replied.
"We're supposed to be going to the Lodge," she said, "and I was wondering if there was any transport we could use."
The young man chuckled, then stopped himself. "I take it that no one has told you about the island?" he asked.
"No," said the woman shaking her head.
"Nothing new there then," he said. "There is no motorised transport on the island," he said, "we haven't got any roads or a fuel supply for them to use." He looked at the luggage the three women had and his better nature came to the fore.
"Look," he said, "I can help you get your cases up there but you're going to have to walk." He glanced at their feet again and suggested; "If you've got any flat shoes in your luggage I'd change now while I get a trailer for the bike."
With that he walked off towards the end of the quay and the carts that were there.
"Well I don't know about you two," said Erika as she reached for her case, "but I'm going to take his advice."
By the time he returned with the trolley all three women had their cases open and were digging out flat shoes or, in the case of Erika, a pair of walking boots. He hooked the trolley to the back of his bike and waited for the women to fasten their cases.
Janine looked at the trolley and asked, curiously, "Is that yours?"
"No," he replied for emphasis, "I'm not sure who got that one but they're all pretty much of a muchness."
"But isn't that stealing?" Janine asked sounding shocked.
The young man smiled, "Not here," he said, "as long as it comes back eventually it doesn't really matter. It's the same with most of the stuff here." He took in their shocked looks and added, "I've helped make three of these things and haven't got a clue where they are."
He picked up the first case and casually dropped it into the trolley before reaching for Janine's, "In most cases they end up back here as this is where they are most useful." He turned and found Erika with her case in her hands so he stepped back and let her add it to the top of the pile.
"If you'll follow me I'll lead the way," he said changing into the lowest gear on the bike and slowly starting to turn the pedals.
The four of them made their way from the harbour along a gravel track and started to climb the hill. "So what's your name?" asked Janine.
"I'm Tony," replied the young man, "and what are your names?"
"I'm Janine Roberts and this is Betty Clark," she said indicating the short plump woman who was starting to puff. "The Amazon," she said indicating the woman striding along effortlessly "is Erika Jäger." Her comment got a laugh from both Tony and Erika.
"So what brings you here?" Tony asked and was greeted by silence as the three women exchanged glances.
What followed was both cryptic and confusing.
"Should we?" asked Betty.
"I don't know," replied Janine.
"We should," stated Erika.
"Why?" asked Betty.
"They'll know eventually," responded Erika as Janine looked on undecided.
"Isn't that better that knowing now?" replied Betty.
"I don't think so, if nothing else we'll need help eventually," said Erika. All of which had Tony well and truly confused.
"You're right Erika, we shouldn't need to hide," said Janine before turning her attention to Tony. "We're setting up a school at the Lodge."
"Why here?" asked Tony thinking of lots of places that he'd consider as preferable locations for a school.
"To get away from the idiots in the Earth First party," said Erika explosively.
"Sorry Janine but it's true," said the tall blond not sounding repentant at all.
"Are they the ones who are on about stopping all the extractions until the Darjee agree to take everyone?" asked Tony.
"Those are the ones," admitted Janine nervously.
Tony nodded, "I met one last time I was on the mainland," he said. "Thought he was an idiot then and I haven't seen anything to change my opinion."
"What about the rest of the people here?" asked Janine doing her best to mask her anxiety.
"I doubt if you'll find many of them that would disagree with me," he said, "especially after they've given it some thought."
"That's half the problem," said Janine, "people don't think before they react."
Tony smiled at the worried woman, "I wouldn't worry about that around here," he said, "we've got so much time we always think things through before we react." He grinned, "It's why some people call us slow," he paused for a moment before adding, "but not to our faces."
Erika let out a very unladylike snort before turning red and looking away.
The track they were following swung to the right and before them stood the gates to the Lodge. The two wrought iron gates stood open and inviting, displaying the well-tended gardens within. It took the group another five minutes to actually reach the main door to the Lodge where a man stood waiting for them.
"Afternoon Tony, what have you got here?" asked Paul Smythe the estate warden.
"Afternoon Mr Smythe, they're a bunch of school teachers who believe that you're expecting them."
"Mr Smythe, I'm Janine Roberts," she said stepping forward and holding out her hand, "I hope you are expecting us."
"I am," said the man shaking the woman's hand, "though nobody actually said when you'd be arriving. If you'll all come this way we can have a cup of tea and get acquainted" He turned to Tony before he left and asked, "Can you put their luggage in hall for me Tony?"
"No problem Mr Smythe," said Tony who turned and grabbed the first case. Erika stepped forward to take it and Tony said quietly, "It's alright Miss I'll see to it. You go with the rest and keep an eye on things," he finished with a wink.
Erika looked at him for a moment before returning the wink and following the rest into the Lodge.
"The Earl has informed me that the Lodge is going to become a school," said Peter as he settled into his armchair. The three women had already taken seats around the small reception room and appeared tense as the tone of his statement swept over them.
He continued, "He didn't give me any more details than that and now you've arrived with little in the way of warning." Peter frowned, "I suppose you'd better tell me what you're expecting?"
Janine was annoyed with the man because of his apparent attitude but she was determined to make the most of the situation. She sat up in her chair and began, "The Earl and his family have been associated with our school for a long time and with the current problems he has generously allowed us access to the Lodge. We intend to run a full school here for approximately seventy students along with the necessary staff."
Peter surprised her then by asking, "I understood that the school had nearly three hundred students?"
"It does," admitted Janine, "but we are only bringing those who wish to come."
"Why is that?" pressed Peter.
"Are you aware of what is happening in the country?"
"We do have television here," said Peter allowing a certain amount of sarcasm to creep into his voice.
"Sorry," said Janine contritely, "At the school some of us felt that it would be better to get away from the possible trouble that was brewing but there were those who felt that there would be no trouble. At a board meeting last month it was decided to split the school and after asking it was found that the majority of the students elected to stay in London."
"Why did you feel it was necessary to leave?" asked Peter, "I mean the government is assuring everyone that they have no intention of allowing anarchy to rule."
"They may be saying that," said Janine, "but several of the CAP testing stations have already been attacked and we've all seen the reports on those extractions that have been disrupted." She looked Peter in the eye, "What you may not have heard is that after those extractions had been stopped people were killed. All of the volunteers in those locations died as did many of those people who'd made it obvious they'd be willing to go as concubines."
"How do you know that?" asked Peter shocked.
"My brother was a policeman and told me about it," Janine said with tears appearing in her eyes.
Peter had picked up on the past tense of her statement and asked softly, "Was?"
"He died in the line of duty three months ago," she said, then added significantly, "during an extraction."
"I see," said Peter and that explains why you're so determined to get away from the city he thought.
Just then the door opened and a woman entered carrying a large tray. Peter stood up and crossed towards an occasional table, "Ladies, this is Rosalind Grace, she's the housekeeper here. Rosie, this is Janine, Betty and Erika," he said indicating each of the women in turn, "they're here to set up the school the Earl told us about."
The woman placed the tray on the occasional table and nodded to each of the seated women before she set about serving tea.
"So ladies, what have you decided so far?" asked Rosie.
"We were just starting to discuss what we needed with Peter," replied Janine.
Peter returned to his seat and waited whilst Rosie found herself a place. "I've given the matter some thought but without exact numbers to work with it's been a bit nebulous," he said, "but I believe the upper rooms could be turned into dormitories." He paused to take a sip of his tea before continuing, "I'd thought at first that we might be able to squeeze eight beds into each room but, if your numbers are right, we should get away with six to a room."
Rosie frowned, "We'd have to get the beds and wardrobes shipped in from the mainland."
"I know," said Peter, "I'd have to get the buggies from Tam again." When he saw the visitors looking confused he explained, "When we have to move something particularly large or as in this case a large quantity of items I contact the golf course over on the mainland and use their electric golf buggies to move things. It's a lot easier than trying to carry things up from the dock by hand."
Recent experience ensured that the three women agreed with the warden's logic.
"How many class rooms would you need?" asked Peter returning to the matter in hand.
"We tend to work with around ten students to a class," said Erika joining the conversation for the first time, "so seven or eight rooms would be ideal."
Peter nodded before asking, "Would you need a gymnasium?"
"Most of the girls do volleyball or netball," answered Erika, "as well as Tae Kwon Do. So some sort of a gym would be helpful."
Peter nodded his understanding before his next question, "What about administration space, would you need any offices and how many staff will there be?"
"A couple of offices would be handy but as long as we have somewhere to keep the files securely we can get by without," replied Betty.
"There will be eight teachers and four assistants," added Janine, "that's in addition to the three of us."
Peter sat and thought for a while as the women sipped at their tea; eventually he spoke. "I think it'll work," he declared. "There are sufficient rooms upstairs to set up dormitories for the girls and if we use the barn as a gymnasium we should be able to set up the classrooms down here." He smiled at Betty, "I'm afraid that the office space will be down in the cellars but they're not dark or damp so it shouldn't be to much of a hardship."
He returned his attention to Janine, "The estate still owns six cottages in the town so we can put the staff up there and that will just leave enough room for the three of you to stay here."
He picked up his teacup and finished off the drink, "Let me show you around so you can get a feel for the place and we'll start planning how we'll make the necessary changes."
Feeling much happier the three women from London relaxed for the first time since their arrival on Blerwick.
What followed was three weeks of unprecedented activity on the island, not just at the Lodge although that was the centre of attention, but everywhere. The port was so busy and the ship so full that the owners of the ferry put on an extra sailing each day just to cope. On the island itself the farmers and their families found themselves being roped in to provide labour and in the town several women were employed to clean the parts of the lodge that hadn't seen activity for several years. Another group was let loose on the cottages that belonged to the Lodge getting everything ready for occupation.
Nearly everyone in the town turned out to assist or witness the seemingly endless stream of beds and wardrobes that made the journey from the quayside to the Lodge. The constant travelling up and down the hill ensured that the borrowed golf buggies with their attached trailers earned their keep.
After a hard days work Tony was relaxing with Bob outside the only pub in town whilst watching the sunset over the Lodge on the hill. "You know," he said breaking the tranquil silence, "the students begin arriving tomorrow."
"Yeah," said Bob, "I know."
"So what do you think our chances are?" Tony asked, "I mean, there are going to be seventy odd girls up there between eleven and eighteen and there are what, eleven, twelve of us on the island in that age range?"
Bob thought for a moment and then realised that Tony was ignoring the island girls, "Yeah about that," he said, "even less if you leave out the likes of Les and Virgil who are almost married."
"So there's going to be you and me and possibly Phil and Andrew," Tony said naming two fifteen-year-old boys, "who'll be after the older girls."
Tony started making patterns on the bench with the condensation off his glass, "If the girls are split equally by age," he said, "then it'll mean that there are going to be about ten sixteen year olds and the same for seventeen and eighteen year olds." He grinned, "Worst case we'll have half a dozen girls each to make a play for."
"Come off it Tony," said Bob, "You'll have a chance at the lot, the rest of us will have to make do with your cast-offs." Bob could have sounded bitter but he didn't, as far as he was concerned he was simply stating a fact.
"Don't be stupid Bob," replied a grinning Tony, "it's not that bad, besides I fancy that teacher, Erika. I reckon she'd really be worth the effort."
"That's half your trouble," said Bob, "to much ambition. I don't understand why you don't just settle for what's attainable?"
"But that's no fun," replied Tony before he lifted his pint.
Before Bob could continue the discussion they were interrupted by the arrival of Constable Glossop. Don Glossop was the only lawman assigned to the island and only managed to actually visit the place about twice a week, not that there was a lot for him to do when he was there. Even so the force had provided a combined cottage and police station for those times when he was forced to stay on the island.
"Evening boys," he called and then, because it was expected of him, "you're not going to over indulge in that now are you?"
"Not us Constable," replied Tony. He took another sip and then asked, "Will you be joining us?"
"I'm afraid not tonight, I've got to go up to the Lodge and make sure that everything's OK up there." He couldn't help grinning when he asked, "I take it you're aware that the girls are arriving tomorrow?"
"Strange you should mention that," answered Bob, "we were just discussing the very subject."
"And?" asked the Constable.
"Tony here reckons they're going to be like lambs to the slaughter!"
"I wouldn't bank on it," replied the lawman, "remember, these are all city girls, they're likely to be much more worldly wise that the girls around here." His grin widened, "Which is probably just as well with you around!"
Tony grinned back at the Constable, "That just makes it more of a challenge," he said.
"I suppose it does at that," said the Constable. "Well you take care and go easy on that stuff. I'll see you around," he said and turned away to begin the long walk up to the Lodge.
The following morning Bob and Tony were amongst the most blatant of the bystanders when the ferry pulled into the quayside. Waiting for it to tie up were ten of the borrowed golf buggies and perhaps another dozen people, a few of who actually had legitimate business there.
In many ways the boys were disappointed as the girls began to disembark. It had been early morning when the girls had been awoken and told to get dressed and they'd been instructed to make sure they dressed up warm. They'd only had to look out at the grey morning that greeted them to heed the warning.
The result of this was a steady stream of girls crossing to the buggies dressed in trainers, jogging suits and thick coats. One thing the boys didn't know was that the teachers escorting the girls had split them into three groups by age and had sent the middle group across first. So the twenty-seven girls the boys looked at as they crossed to the buggies were between fourteen and sixteen.
Bob looked at Tony, "Well I don't think that was worth rushing my chores for!" he said.
Tony nodded, "It didn't look that impressive did it?" he said and then grinned. "Mind you I bet they took one look at us and thought the same."
Bob looked at Tony in his overalls and found himself grinning, "You could be right there."
"Well I guess that's it until the next ferry comes in," said Tony with a shrug, "Come on, lets get back and see what needs doing."
"I won't be bothering to come back," said Bob.
Tony glanced back over his shoulder and did a quick calculation, "I reckon it's going to take them three trips to get everyone here," he said, "so I'll be back for the last ferry and then have a pint."
"Not me," said Bob, "I'm watching the football tonight."
"Boring," said Tony as the pair set off back to their farms.
Tony carried his beer from the pub and settled onto a piling at the end of the jetty just as the last ferry of the day pulled in. Gossip in the pub had informed him that the second batch of girls for the school had been even younger than the first group, which is what he'd sort of been hoping for.
He took a sip of his beer and looked on as the crew went about the routine task of securing the ferry and preparing to unload the last lot of passengers for the day.
First off were the half a dozen or so islanders returning from a days work on the mainland and then there seemed to be a bit of confusion before a group of young ladies filed off. Simply by looking at them from a distance Tony could tell that these girls were older. Their silhouettes were much more inviting than the younger girls he'd seen first thing in the morning.
He was concentrating on them that much that he nearly dropped his pint when a horn went off behind him. His head snapped towards the sound and he came eye to eye with Erika, who was driving the first of a convoy of buggies. She grinned at him knowingly as the nearly silent vehicle rolled past followed by the rest of the transport the school had been using.
Grinning to himself at getting caught ogling he raised his pint in salute before getting to his feet and walking down the quayside to get a better view and offer any assistance if it was needed. By the time Tony reached the crowd Erika was out of the buggy and was directing operations.
Several girls were gathered around Erika when Tony reached them, she glanced up and smiled, "Ladies," she said, "allow me to present Tony, who was the first man on the island to help us when we arrived." Tony felt himself blushing as Erika continued, "he's also single so be nice to him!"
A flurry of giggles and a couple of interested looks from the girls greeted this statement.
Erika continued, "Tony, these young ladies make up the senior class. This is Katherine," she said pointing to a petite redhead on her right, " and next to her is Lorraine and then Martha." Erika turned to her left and continued, "these two are Patience and Prudence, who in case you hadn't noticed are twins." Tony had no difficulty in identifying the tall, slim blondes as twins but didn't have time to stare as Erika introduced the final girl in the group, "and the girl at the end is Susannah," she said. The last girl was a raven-haired beauty who was also big; if Tony hadn't known that it was impossible he'd have taken her for one of the augmented Marines he'd seen pictures of on the television. She was over six feet tall and built like a brick outhouse but didn't look to have an ounce of fat on her. She also appeared to be incredibly shy if the way she blushed and looked down was anything to go by.
Remembering his manners Tony said, "Good evening ladies, I hope the journey wasn't to arduous," and after he'd received a couple of muttered replies he turned his attention to Erika. "I was just going to ask if you needed any help?" he said raising an eyebrow.
It was Erika's turn to blush as it occurred to her that the young man was flirting with her. "Oh no, not tonight Tony," which when Martha giggled caused her blush to deepen. Tony grinned before bidding the ladies goodnight and wandered back down the quay with his pint in hand.
As the girls got on the last golf buggy Lorraine called from the back seat, "Ms Jäger, are all the boys here that sexy?" Which was greeted by another fit of giggles from the other occupants. Erika still quite flushed, glanced over her shoulder and grinned in reply, "Unfortunately they're not." Then seeing the looks on the girls' faces she added under her breath, "or maybe that should be fortunately."
Deborah Remark looked around the dining room and still felt wonder at the decor, the place hadn't been changed that much to accommodate the school and the old oil paintings still adorned the walls. As head of catering it was her job to feed the children and staff at the school, and she'd been grateful for the help that Rosie Grace, the housekeeper, had given her.
It was also her responsibility to see to the behaviour of the students at meal times and whilst, generally, there were no problems she'd seen the odd case of over exuberance. She understood that it was just the girls letting off steam after a fraught few months but they were supposed to be ladies. Just because it was their first day here it didn't give them the right to behave like football hooligans.
"Charlotte! Gabrielle! If you would be so kind as to return the spoons to their rightful place."
The two girls froze, and then slowly lowered the two serving spoons they'd been using as weapons back into the tureens and returned to their seats. Charlotte bowed her head as Gabrielle said, "Sorry Ms Remark."
"I know you are, Gabrielle," said Deborah softly, " but you know how to behave and playing with the implements isn't right."
Around the table several of the other young ladies looked bashful and quickly calmed down. At the head of the table Eloise glanced at fourteen-year old Beatrice and asked, "Are you OK, Bea?"
Beatrice looked up with tear filled eyes, "I'll be alright," she said, "I was just thinking of mom and dad."
Eloise sighed, "It's tough I know," she said, "but you'll be alright and they are definitely OK."
"I know, getting extracted was what they wanted, I just wish it had happened six months earlier, then they could have taken me." Two small tears ran over her red cheeks and Eloise reached across the table and held her hand, offering what little comfort she could.
"Come on girls, finish up," called out Deborah Remark, "the older girls should be here any second and I need to feed them also tonight."
Eloise tugged on Bea's hand, "Come on, let's go get the best seats in the TV room," she said before dragging the younger girl away, she was followed by the rest of her classmates as the dining room emptied.
"Charlie, what's on," called Eloise as the pair, still holding hands, entered the room put aside for the television.
Charlotte Bronson glanced up and replied, "The News, and then they're showing Notting Hill again."
"That'll do," said Eloise dragging Beatrice onto the small sofa, "I need something relaxing after today."
"Cool," said Charlotte as she curled up in the armchair she'd already commandeered.
"This is the six o'clock news from the BBC with Dermot Kaplinsky and Natasha Murnaghan. Tonight's main headline is the destruction of the CAP testing stations in Knightsbridge, Regent's Park and Whitehall. Although no one was injured the Metropolitan Police have confirmed that there was no warning given. A spokesman for Earth First deplored the act of terrorism but said it was perfectly understandable. Similar attacks have been reported in Beijing, Berlin, Paris and Washington."
The picture on the television displayed the scene of carnage around one of the testing stations, the voice over continued, "Good evening, this afternoon without any warning being given explosive devices were detonated at the Confederacy testing stations in three locations around London. Similar explosions have occurred in many of the capital cities around the world. It is generally felt that this is the work of the more militant elements within the Earth First movement. Fortunately in London there were no reported casualties though the Prime Minister has put this down to luck when he was told about the incident. The Home Secretary has ordered a full investigation telling the BBC that the perpetrators will be bought to justice and these acts of terrorism will not sway the Government from doing all in its power to support the efforts of the Confederacy in its war with the Sa'arm."
The crowd of girls watched on in relative silence as the story unfolded before them. Pictures of the injured being evacuated in both Beijing and Washington showed that not everyone had been as lucky as the Londoners. In Washington the Secretary for Homeland Security stood before the devastated testing centre and declared, "This is a continuation of the war on terror and just because the people that did this are fellow Americans it doesn't make them any less despicable than Bin Laden and his heathens. Terror wherever it comes from will not be allowed to destroy our way of life and we are already taking steps to counter these atrocities. All CAP testing stations will receive increased protection from both the local and state authorities. In addition, individual mobile testing stations will be deployed to any organisation that requests them." He looked directly into the camera, "This will ensure that anyone who wishes to do the right thing will have an opportunity to do so away from the prying eyes of the zealots, zealots whose only aim is to save themselves at the expense of others."
Gabrielle called out from the back of the room, "Charlie, turn it down 'till the film starts will you, this is just too depressing to watch."
Without waiting for any other comments Charlotte hit the mute button and looked around, "At least we're well out of all that sort of stuff now that we're here."
Beatrice spoke up from the sofa, "For now, but how long will it be before those people start looking for us?" she asked with a quiver in her voice.
Irene, who was the most aggressive of the fifteen-year-old students piped up from her position on the floor, "Let them come," she said, "by the time they get here we'll know everyone on this island. It'll make spotting outsiders too easy."
Gabby giggled, "and then what?" she asked.
Irene batted her eyelashes at her friend and said, "Why, then I'll get one of the big, handsome boys around here," her voice dropped, "to kick the crap out of the bastards and throw them back in the sea!"
The girls greeted this statement with giggles and one or two added a few lewd comments about how Irene would get her help.
Beatrice whispered to Eloise, "Do you think we could find some boys to protect us?"
Eloise pulled the younger girl in tight, "If you can't find a boy, I'll protect you," she said and kissed Bea on the cheek. The younger girl snuggled under the protective arm of the fifteen-year old and relaxed.
Tony dropped onto the bench seat outside the pub with a sigh and took a swallow of his beer before looking up at Bob. "You know, I never thought that having this many girls here would cause us a problem?"
"I blame the government," said Bob in reply after wiping the froth off of his lips. "If they hadn't lowered the drinking age along with everything else then we'd have been able to get to the bar without any hassle."
"True," said Tony, "but then we'd have been drinking illegally."
"And your point is?" asked Bob.
"True," said Tony with a shrug, well aware that everyone on the island drank at the pub and nobody, including Constable Glossop, would have done anything about it. "But the girls wouldn't have know that, would they?"
Bob watched as one of the girls they were discussing, dressed in a very short skirt and a see-thru top, slid past on her way to the bar. He grinned across the table at his friend and said, "It may be a pain getting to the bar with them here but they definitely improve the view."
"Amen," said Tony in agreement and then caught sight of a group of adults approaching and as soon as he identified Erika Jäger he fell silent. Bob glanced over his shoulder and saw the same group and shrugged, his friend had it bad for the first time in his life.
Betty looked around and saw that there wasn't a free table available and a quick glance at the pub door showed that it was packed inside as well, "Bugger," she muttered.
Erika glanced about and came to the same conclusion but then smiled, "Don't worry, Betty, I'm sure the boys there will be willing to share their table."
Betty looked at the table Erika had indicated and laughed, "Oh yes, I'm sure your boyfriend will share."
Before Erika could respond Rosie asked, "Boyfriend?"
"Yes," said Betty, "That tall boy over there, the one called Tony, he's been making eyes at Erika ever since we got here." She looked back at the statuesque teacher and added, "and she's been just as bad."
"No I haven't," burst out Erika going red.
"Yes you have," said Janine Roberts joining in the teasing.
"Well he is a handsome lad," said Rosie getting into the swing of things, "though I think you'll break a few girls' hearts if you take him away."
Erika beat a verbal retreat, "Well you go and ask them if we can share and I'll go and get the drinks," she said before turning for the crowded bar.
"Nudge up," said Rosie to Bob as she used her ample hip to push him to the middle of the bench. On his far side Betty dropped down effectively trapping the young man between two plump older women, he looked across at Tony with an expression that reminded his friend of a startled deer. On his side of the table Janine lowered herself much more delicately to the seat beside him and smiled, leaving the far side of the seat available for Erika when she returned. Tony glanced around once and then looked at the empty space and swallowed as his imagination and hope combined.
Rosie looked around before asking, "So boys, what do you think of the changes the school has brought here?"
The still flummoxed Bob answered truthfully, "They've improved the view but getting to the bar has become a right pain in the arse."
The women at the table burst into laughter as Bob went beetroot red, "I mean... uhmm… I'm sorry..."
Betty dropped her hand on his and said sweetly, "It's all right Bob, w e understand what you mean." Which may have calmed the young man down a little but put his pulse rate up through the roof as he stared at the woman's hand holding his.
"And what do you think?" asked Janine looking at Tony anxious to see how the islanders felt about her school.
After a short pause Tony said, "As Bob just said I think having this many new people here will improve the prospects." Spotting Janine start to scowl he said abruptly, "No! Not just the sex side of things," he wiggled his eyebrows at the older woman, "though that will in all likelihood be an improvement, but simply by having different people here, from a different background will open up possibilities for all of us to gain experience." Tony looked across at Rosie, "I'm sure you've been told how limited the opportunities are on the island and how most people head for the mainland to get ahead."
Tony waited until he received an indication that his audience understood, "Well with the way things are going over there and with you people here I think a lot of us will stay on the island to gather that experience rather than fly away." He took a sip of his beer before adding, "And I for one am looking forward to gaining that experience."
"Gaining what experience?" asked Erika who'd made it back to the table as Tony wound down.
As quick as a flash Betty was in there, "Tony was just saying how he looked forward to gaining experience from you rather than having to go to the mainland."
Erika blushed but nowhere near as much as Tony did, Bob spluttered into his pint and Rosie added, "And it's not just the sex side of things he's hoping for an improvement in either."
Erika sat down next to the severely embarrassed teenager and tried to quell things by saying, "I'm sure we'll be able to discuss the matter later, in private." Before she started to hand out the drinks to her grinning friends.
Once the drinks were distributed she said, "I understand one of those Earth First people came across on the ferry this afternoon."
It was like throwing a bucket of water over the group as all merriment disappeared.
"Where is he now?" asked Janine.
"According to the landlord he's talking to the Constable."
"I wonder what he wants?" asked Janine clutching at her gin and tonic.
"He'll be here to stir up trouble," said Betty, "they always are."
Bob was staring down the road and than interrupted, "If he was with the Constable it looks like he's coming here."
Heads at the table whipped round and observed a fairly non-descript man walking towards the pub accompanied by an unhappy looking Constable. The reaction from the teachers' table caused others to look that way and muttered questions concerning the identity of the stranger could be heard.
The man spoke as he arrived, "Good evening ladies."
A few of the girls responded with muttered greetings but that was all. Constable Glossop moved away from the man towards the table the teachers were sat at. Before he could say anything Janine pounced, "I take it you couldn't get rid of him?"
"No Ma'am," replied the Constable, "So far he hasn't broken any laws and although I think his beliefs are abhorrent he is just as free to talk about them as you are to discuss yours."
"I'm sorry Constable," said Janine, "I know you're right. It's just so frustrating that he can spread his poison and there is nothing I can do about it."
"I wouldn't worry to much," replied the Constable, "if he starts sprouting off in the bar he's likely to get thrown out on his ear." When Janine looked puzzled Don Glossop added, "Around here people take objection to strangers coming over from the mainland and telling them what to do and that I suspect is what he's going to try."
"What do you mean?" asked Betty probing for information.
"It appears that your request for one of the mobile CAP testing stations has become common knowledge, he was asking me if I knew about it and where it was," replied the Constable. "He was sprouting on about it being an abomination against humanity and it was my duty to see that it was destroyed."
Tony looked annoyed, "And that idiot is going to do it on his own?"
"I doubt it," said the Constable. "If he can't get the locals to do it I'm guessing that he'll turn up with a bunch of bully boys and try to smash it."
Tony started to bristle but the Constable held up a hand, "It's all right, Tony. He just thinks that I'd be unable to stop him if it comes to that, and he's probably right. After all I'm not here all the time."
"No, but we are," said Tony.
"That you are, but these people have been getting more violent as time has gone on, they're actually turning up armed and we," the tap to his chest clearly indicated the police, "are not allowed to be armed 'in case we escalate the violence'."
"So if they turn up we just let them have the system?" asked Janine.
"That would be the sensible thing to do," replied the lawman looking disgusted.
"What sort of weapons do they have?" asked Tony.
"Normally just a few handguns along with bats and knives," answered the Constable.
"No shotguns or rifles?" asked Bob, thinking he knew what his friend was up to.
Don Glossop grinned, "Nothing like that," he said.
"Interesting," said Tony and then shut up as Rosie and Erika stared at him.
A yell from the bar shattered their silence.
"Bugger off you fucking idiot!"
Don looked towards the door and sighed, "I better go and rescue the idiot before I have to arrest someone for doing the right thing," he said, and then set off slowly for the door. Before he got there a grunt was heard followed by a whimper and then the body of the stranger came flying out of the doorway and bounced a couple of times before it came to rest against one of the picnic tables.
"You ignorant fools," yelled the man from the floor, "If you don't get rid of it we'll do it for you and you'll always be outsiders."
"Excuse me, Sir," said Constable Glossop taking a firm hold of the man's jacket, "But you're disturbing the peace and I'll have to ask you to leave." He glanced at his watch and then added, "If you're quick you should be able to make the last sailing otherwise I'll have to put you in a cell for the night."
The man staggered slightly and then headed for the ferry, calling back as he went, "You're as bad as them you stupid prick, you'll see what happens, when we come back. Just wait and see."
Tony watched the man retreating for a moment and then settled back in thought.
Bob caught up with Tony on the edge of town the following morning. "Tony, are you serious about going up against these Earth First people?"
"What do you mean, Bob?"
"Exactly what I said," replied Bob. "Are you seriously going to get ready for when they come back?"
"To be honest, Bob, I'm not sure." Tony looked to the skies for a moment before continuing, "I don't like them and even if I thought they were telling the truth I'd be against the way they are doing things." Tony paused again, "You know the girls as well as I do, do you think they're in league with the devil?" He looked across the island landscape, "this place is our home and even if we can't get away should we stop those who can." He shrugged, "To be honest I'm probably just going to sit back and watch what happens."
Bob looked amazed, "I'd have thought you'd be leading the defence?" he said.
"I guess I'm just reacting to the fact that I'm probably going to be stuck here when those Sa'arm arrive," Tony answered truthfully. "I don't see why I shouldn't be allowed to go but those are the rules and I lost," Tony scowled, "I suppose I don't see it as my problem."
"That's not what you were saying last night," responded Bob hotly.
"Last night I was thinking with my balls," said Tony, "Now I'm using my brain. If the Confederacy wants people to be extracted then they'd better make sure that they're available when they want them."
Bob turned and stormed off leaving Tony who stood there shaking his head at his friend's departure. He turned to go on and nearly collided with the Constable.
"Don't worry Tony, he'll be alright once he's calmed down."
Tony frowned, "I thought you had to be back on the mainland today"
"Officially I do but I thought I'd hang around, just in case," replied the Constable.
"Just in case," said Tony, "You expect them to be back that quickly?"
The Constable shrugged then was silent for a couple of minutes before looking Tony up and down. "Tony," he said, "Serious question time," he made sure he had the young man's attention and then asked, "What are you going to do when the Earth First people come looking for the test centre?"
"I just told Bob..."
Don stopped him; "I know what you told him. I also know you. So again, what are you going to do when they come looking for the machine and don't care who gets in the way?"
Don smiled, "That's what I suspected."
"OK, so you know me better than I know myself," said Tony, "but I don't see what good that's going to do."
"As things stand it probably wouldn't be a lot," said Don, "but if they hold off till next time I'm back I can probably give you a few things that will make a difference."
"Such as?" asked Tony.
"Wait and see," said Don, "Just promise me that you'll try and keep a lid on things if they come back and I'm not here."
"You think they're that obvious?"
"Oh yes," said Don, "Although it hasn't made the news yet I've been getting reports that the Earth First group are becoming a proper little terrorist organisation. It seems that they're getting inside help from the civil service and some policemen."
When Tony looked shocked Don nodded, "Yes some of my own are siding with the idiots."
"What else has been happening?" asked Tony.
"Around here it's not so bad but over in Glasgow and down in London it's almost turning into gang warfare. Ireland is turning to shit as it looks like the UVF and IRA are getting together and are making noises about throwing the government out north and south of the border." Don shook his head, "The Government keeps sprouting off about sticking to its policies and supporting the Confederacy but so far they've confined the Army to barracks and are limiting what the police can do. They won't even declare that the Earth First group are terrorists!"
Don looked around to make sure they were alone, "To tell you the truth Tony, I think law and order is going out of the window and nobody seems to care."
Tony pondered for a moment; "You think the island can go it alone?"
"I doubt it," said Don, "It's not big enough and doesn't produce enough so it'll always be dependent on the mainland."
"So we're going to have to give up eventually?" said Tony.
"Or move somewhere else."
"Such as?" asked the young man.
"At the moment I fancy Anglesey," said Don, "My brother is with the North Wales police and he's been dropping hints that those who favour things as they are now are heading that way. If he's right and not just bull-shitting me then I'll probably wait for it to turn tits up and go and join him."
"Do you think it's wise to wait that long, I mean they set up the school here so they could get away from London?"
It was Don's turn to shrug, "I don't know Tony, and I don't think anyone does. It feels like it's every man for himself and I'm not sure how many people are willing to make the sacrifice that letting other people go to the colonies whilst standing aside calls for. Look at your parents," he said, "I'm sure they want the best for you and would be willing to make the sacrifice for you, but for someone else, I'm not so sure."
He looked out to sea before continuing, "What's happening out there is that mob mentality is taking over. The strong are coming to the top without the normal checks and balances to keep things even. It means that the majority, who really don't spend any time thinking things through, are being led by the nose. Sooner or later that is going to lead to conflict and if enough people in positions of authority have gone over then law and order will fail and anarchy will reign."
Tony looked at Don who appeared to be defeated. "Then you really think it's hopeless?" he said.
"No," said Don, "I believe that when things fall apart it will become a case of local people making decisions and backing them up with force, not national policies or global controls. Just people like you and me standing up to the bullies and making them go somewhere else."
"Which is what you want me to do, isn't it?" asked Tony.
"I guess it is," said Don. "I thought about asking someone like your father or Paul Smythe to take charge but I don't believe that they would want to try and run such a thing, they have too much to do already." He shrugged again, "Most people are happy to follow, no matter who is leading them, you just have to get someone to stand up and say follow me," he grinned at the young man, "and I've volunteered you."
"I guess I'll do it then," said Tony returning the Constable's grin.
Tony was sat in his usual place outside the pub when Erika came down the hill. He watched her approach whilst marvelling at the fluid motion of her hips and the gentle quiver of her barely contained breasts. Like most males Tony had nothing but praise for the changes in wardrobe that the threat of invasion had brought about. Erika was a case in point, the thirty something teacher was dressed in a white wrap-around tennis skirt and a white bustier top which showed off her mature body without making her look like a tramp. A trick that more than one of the pupils at the school had failed to achieve in his opinion.
He was still watching the pub door when she reappeared with a drink in her hand. Spotting him she smiled and crossed to his table.
"All alone?" she asked.
Tony looked around, exaggerating his movements and then sighed theatrically, "So it appears."
Erika couldn't help but chuckle; "Do you mind if I join you?"
Tony thought, 'Do I look stupid enough to say I mind,' but said, "I'd be delighted." Which was also the truth.
After a few minutes of inconsequential chit-chat Erika said, "Don Glossop was up at the school earlier and mentioned that you'd agreed to look out for the school."
Tony stared at the teacher in shock; he hadn't done anything of the sort, well, not really.
"That's not strictly true," he said. "What I agreed with the Constable was to look into dealing with any sort of bully boys that turned up here."
Erika smiled a knowing sort of smile, "and that would include the school, wouldn't it?"
"Well, yes," admitted Tony.
"Then I was right to thank you," said Erika.
"If you look at it that way," said Tony admitting defeat, "I guess you were."
"So what do you plan to do?" she asked.
"At the moment there's not a lot I, or anyone else, can do," said Tony. "I've had a chat with a few the guys who are MY age and even a couple of the blokes who work around town and we've agreed to get together whenever the ferry arrives. You know, hang around the quayside just in case anyone kicks off."
He shrugged, "I need to ask the Constable if he'll get the Captain to call ahead and warn us if he has any strangers on board. Other than that I haven't done much."
Erika leant forward, which did wonderful things as far as Tony was concerned and asked quietly, "Do you think there will be trouble?"
Tony frowned, dragging his gaze up from her cleavage before replying, "Probably," he said. "Not at first, but if they persist on trying to get onto the island and causing unrest I guess it's inevitable."
"What will you do then?" Erika asked rocking her shoulders gently from side to side to tease the young man.
Tony swallowed hard, knowing she was teasing him but unable to break away. "I guess we'll end up fighting," he said looking up and into her eyes, "I hope it doesn't come to that but it may."
"What about weapons, things like that?" asked Erika realising that Tony was taking things much more seriously than she would have originally envisaged.
"We've got a few shotguns on the island but it's one of the things I want to speak to the Constable about when I get a chance," he said. "Ask him what we can do and what we can't."
"Well he's up at the school having supper with Janine," said Erika before downing her drink and standing up. "Come on, we'll go and see him now."
Tony found himself standing before he realised what he was doing, shaking his head in disbelief he moved around to the tall woman's side and matched her pace as she began the walk back up to the school.
Going in through the more convenient back entrance Erika called out, "Rosie, I'm back," and after a short pause, "Is Janine about?"
Rosie popped her head out of a pantry, "She's retired to her room with... Oh hello Tony."
Erika giggled like a schoolgirl, "How long have they been missing?"
Rosie glanced at the wall clock and did a quick calculation, "about forty-five minutes."
Erika crossed to a coffee percolator, "Would you like a coffee Tony? We can wait in the library for the two of them to finish."
"Err, yes please," stuttered Tony and then blushed as Rosie smiled at him.
Erika handed over a cup of the strong aromatic coffee and slid her now free arm through his before leading him through a heavy door and into one of the traditional rooms at the Lodge. The walls of the library were covered in old oak shelves packed with leather bound volumes. Scattered around the room were dark green leather chesterfield sofas and traditional tile-topped side tables.
Erika led the way to a corner seat and after placing her coffee on the convenient table lowered herself down. She looked back at Tony who was standing there awkwardly and patted the seat beside her.
For a moment Tony felt like a lamb going to slaughter and then figured what the hell and mimicked her actions. As he settled back Erika lowered her head onto his shoulder and snuggled in. Poor Tony popped a boner and didn't dare look to see if it was obvious.
Erika didn't say a word, just began running her fingers gently over his chest and as time passed she allowed them to flow lower and lower. For his part Tony sat rigidly for the first couple of minutes then his own fingers started flitting around her shoulder and down her side. Around the time her fingers ran over his jean protected erection she twisted her neck and Tony found himself with his lips against the oldest woman he'd ever had the pleasure of snogging.
An hour later and the now sated naked couple still hadn't drunk their coffees but they knew each other intimately. They were enjoying a quiet snuggle when the door opened and Janine burst in, "Erika I heard you were... Oh God, I'm sorry... I'll..." and still spluttering Janine turned and fled.
Tony blushed but Erika gave him a light slap on his naked leg, "Come on, get dressed and we'll go and talk to the Constable."
For a week nothing untoward happened and then Tony got a phone call from the harbourmaster who was relaying a message from the ferryboat's Captain. Five men who had tickets to Blerwick Island had boarded the ferry and the Captain didn't like the look of them.
Tony put in a couple of calls to the closest farms and then ran down to the town and grabbed anyone he could find to assist. By the time the ferry approached the harbour he had done everything he could to be ready.
The ferry pulled up and the normal passengers started to disembark, this was the signal for Tony and John MacGregor, the landlord of the island's pub, to begin walking down the length of the quay. At the far end of the quay and effectively behind anyone who got off the boat two more men stood up and started to move towards the unloading ramp.
As chance would have it the five men were the last to leave the boat and they did look strange, in a place where dull colours tended to be the mainstay these men were all wearing the same bright green jackets. The almost military haircuts and heavy boots on their feet also helped to mark them as different.
When the group hit the quayside they advanced towards the town in a wedge formation, whether by intent or just a natural coincidence was hard to say.
John MacGregor grinned and said under his breath to Tony, "That's the silly bugger I threw out of the pub last week, you know some people never learn."
Tony looked the group over carefully and saw that the man on the right did look vaguely familiar. "So they are Earth First thugs then," he said and looked behind him and gave a short wave to let the last group know that they were in business.
When the two groups were about ten feet apart Tony spoke up, "That's far enough!"
Instinctively everyone stopped and the Earth First group exchanged glances before the man at the front asked, "Is there a problem, sonny?"
Tony could hear the rest of his group coming up behind him and see the two men behind the thugs so felt he was as ready as he was ever going to be. "Not if you 'gentlemen' will turn round and get back on the ferry," he said returning the implied insult with a smile.
One of the men called out, "This is a public highway, and you've no right to stop us." The yell was greeted by a withering look from the man at the front of the group.
Tony looked at the man who'd spoken and shrugged his shoulders, "Actually you're wrong there, this island is the property of the Earl of Carnforth and as such is private property, so you can be asked to leave, we're even doing it politely"
"And if we don't want to go?" asked the leader with an evil grin as he took in the size of the group that Tony had gathered and didn't seem particularly impressed.
"Then I suppose we'll have to put you back on the ferry," said Tony stepping to the side and bringing the pickaxe handle he'd been holding behind his back to the fore, beside him John MacGregor mimicked his actions.
"Do you think that's really necessary," said the leader as his compatriots produced a couple of knives, a pipe and a length of chain, but fortunately no firearms.
"Well I hope not," said Tony, "but if it is then the gentlemen behind you will be more than willing to assist us in our civic duty."
The leader didn't flinch but one of his friends looked back and then hissed something to which the leader nodded. "It would appear," he said, "that we'll be leaving for now." He then glared at Tony and added, "You know we'll be back and then we'll sort out you and the alien-loving-scum that you're protecting?"
"That's up to you," said Tony, "we'll be waiting," he declared as he watched the five slowly return to the ferry.
John MacGregor announced, "Come on, let's get a drink - on the house."
Tony nodded, "Just as soon as the ferry departs," he said and then grinned at John's look of disappointment.
A cold and in most cases boring hour followed as the ferry went about its normal turnaround operations and the two groups watched each other along the deserted length of the quay. Tony knew that next time, and he was sure there would be a next time, things would not be so easy.
As the ferry finally departed the group headed for the pub and a well-earned beer.
Don Glossop arrived at the quayside and looked on as the ferry crew unloaded two green fibreglass cases, which, from the way they struggled appeared to be pretty heavy. Paul Smythe, with one of the golf buggies that had become a permanent feature of the island, was there to greet him.
Paul looked at the cases on the back of his buggy and frowned, "Are you really sure this is necessary, Don?"
The Constable looked surprised and then asked, "I take it you've heard about the run in that Tony had with that bunch of thugs from the mainland?"
When Paul confirmed that he was aware of the altercation Don continued, "Well when they said they would be back they meant it."
"I had a word with the desk sergeant in town," the Constable continued, "and he told me that the group Tony threw off the island are hanging around the town centre spreading tales about what's happening over here. He also let slip that the undercover guys had told the Chief that the bunch from here are expecting another gang to join them from Glasgow and that this new mob are probably going to be armed."
Don nodded to the green cases, "I'm hoping that these will make things more equal if things go down that route."
"Don't you think that it will just escalate things, I mean giving out guns means that someone will be tempted to use them?" asked the Estate Warden with a look of disgust.
"Paul have you any idea how many shotguns are on the island? If anyone here wanted to start a war they could have done without any help from me." He nodded back at the cases, "These are just a different type of gun, one that will mean that your friends don't have to get as close and put themselves into danger."
Still looking upset Paul turned in his seat and took hold of the steering wheel, "Come on, and let's get you and this lot up to the Lodge."
Don got in beside Paul and sat pensively as the Estate Warden set out for the Lodge, worrying about Paul's attitude and fretting that it might be indicative of the way things were going on the island.
At the Lodge Don was pleased to find Tony, Bob and several others waiting for him. As he stepped out of the buggy Tony moved forward and asked, "Are these the 'goodies' you promised?"
Don smiled, "Yes," he said happy that at least on person was happy. "If we can get down I'll show you what I've got."
Tony waved a couple of big farmers forward and stepped back taking Don with him, "So what are you giving us?" he asked."
Don dug around in one of his deep pockets and pulled out a leaflet, he checked that it was the right one and handed it over to Tony. "They're some guns that we took off a drug runner," he said. "Why he was carrying these wrapped up like this we don't know, he couldn't use them in this condition. The best guess is that he was delivering them for someone when we caught him."
Don moved around the buggy to the two boxes and waved his hand at the larger of the two, "That one contains six AK101 assault rifles, which, I am reliably informed, are an advanced version of the terrorist's favourite, the old AK47." He pointed at the second box, "That one contains half a dozen weapon kits, you know, magazines, slings, things like that and more importantly six thousand rounds of 5.56mm NATO ammunition."
"Won't anyone miss this stuff," asked Tony.
"No," said Don, "no one knew it had been recovered." He shrugged, "a friend of mine figured that there was enough evidence with the drugs the fellow was carrying to convict him. So he kept this stuff for a rainy day."
Tony looked shocked but Don ignored his reaction, "Alan was the first of us to realise the way things were going. He started making preparations while the rest of us were sitting around moaning into our tea."
"What else is in there?" asked Tony, pointing to the boxes after he'd recovered.
"The training manuals for the rifles." Tony raised an inquisitive eyebrow but Don just continued, "Don't worry, they're in English as well as Russian and a few other languages. There are also a couple of low light scopes with all the bits and pieces to look after them and a couple of Russian radios. I doubt if they'll be much use as they don't have manuals and all the labels are in the funny writing they use."
Tony helped to open the box containing the rifles and lifted the first black weapon from its place. The magazine and barrel looked familiar from the images he'd seen on television and in the press but the black stock and butt plate were definitely different. He tossed the rifle up and down a couple of times and said, "Weighs about seven and a half pounds," before looking a little sheepish. "I better get these put away before somebody sees them," he said and began organising getting the rifles and ancillaries into the cellar of the Lodge.
Paul Smythe had been brow beaten into allowing the Blerwick Militia, as it was being called, to set up in one of the cellars as it had been argued that the school was the obvious target for any attacks. He hadn't been happy but had caved under pressure from Don, Janine and Tony.
Tony had managed to get fourteen other people to volunteer to help him act as a defence or police force for the island but, unfortunately, this was in addition to their normal activities. In the end a system, very much like the one used by the volunteer lifeboat men had been established. A siren, actually a reminder of the Second World War, had been found to be serviceable after a little tinkering and had been moved to the Lodge. At the first sign of trouble it was to be activated and the volunteers would head for their cellar. The first six there got the assault rifles and headed off to deal with the trouble whilst the rest got together and taking whatever weapons were available followed.
Everyone had managed to get a go with the rifles, including firing off a couple of magazines worth of rounds before Tony declared that the system was up and running. Nobody was particularly happy with the system but all agreed that it was the best that could be done under the circumstances.
All they could do now was wait and hope that they wouldn't be needed.
Tony rolled away from Erika as the nerve-jangling wail of the siren crashed through their romantic smooch.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed as he staggered to his feet. He was fastening his shirt as he headed for the door pursued by a topless Erika, who called out "Isn't this a drill?"
"No," he called back as he headed down the wide staircase passing several girls who were looking around in confusion.
At the bottom of the stairs Tony nearly ran into Janine who was looking around, "There you are," she declared. "The harbour master just rang," she said. "He says that the thugs are coming this way. They left the mainland thirty minutes ago on the ferry and another boat."
"Why haven't we heard from the ferry boat Captain?" asked Tony.
"I've no idea," said Janine, "but if they left thirty minutes ago they'll be here soon, won't they?"
"About ten minutes," said Tony, "if they stick to the ferry schedule." He started to think, ignoring the people around him. There was no way that anyone could get from the town to here and back again so if he was going to do anything it had to be with the people that were here. He needed more information so he turned round towards the stairs and nearly flattened Erika who had been stood behind him.
"Sorry," he said catching hold of the topless teacher. "Can you get the rifles out and ready for whoever turns up, I need to see what's happening out there."
"How are you going to do that?" she asked.
"From the tower," he said reminding her of the small tower that was built on the seaward end of the Lodge. It wasn't a real castle tower but it did have a trap door that allowed people to stand on the top of it.
Tony impulsively kissed Erika on the cheek and headed for the stairs.
Erika watched him for a couple of seconds and then turned to Janine and grabbed her by the arm, "Come on, let's get things ready."
Standing on the top of the tower in the murky twilight Tony looked out to sea and managed to spot the ferry approaching the harbour. Behind it and moving away from the ferry was another, smaller boat that looked familiar. Tony watched it for a minute before he was able to identify it as the Tarfish 770 that was used by the lighthouse keepers as a resupply vessel.
Tony looked from the ferry to the Tarfish and tried to estimate how many people were coming and after a minute or so gave up. One thing was for sure; the Tarfish wasn't heading for the harbour, which meant it, must be heading for the beach below the Lodge.
After a brief moment Tony decided what to do and dropped back down into the building hoping that sufficient reinforcements had arrived. By the time he got to the cellar Janine and Erika had all the weapons loaded and belts available with another four full magazines for each weapon. Also in the cellar was Paul Belling from a nearby farm and the six girls that made up the senior class.
Tony was disappointed, only he, Erika and Paul were actually familiar with the weapons, which didn't make his options any better. Deciding to stick with his initial ideas he began giving orders and hoped that they'd be followed. "Paul, I want you to escort the girls down to the town. You'll be taking four of the rifles with you and I want you to try and link up with the rest of the guys down there."
"You think there's going to be trouble?" Paul asked as he fitted the ammunition belt.
"Looks like it," said Tony. "There's a bunch of them on the ferry heading for the town but if you're quick you should be there before they dock. There's also another bunch heading for the beach and I'm going to try to stop them."
"Got it," said Paul as he hefted his rifle and looked across at the teenaged girls with a grin. "Come on then ladies, it looks like I've got you all to myself."
The girls returned his grin a little nervously and then festooned with rifles and ammunition belts they followed the farmer as he headed for the town.
"Well Erika, shall we go see what we can do about our uninvited guests?" asked Tony gripping the AK101 a little more tightly than was really necessary.
"Oh goody," said Erika, "you've got a plan."
""Yes," said Tony glad that she seemed relaxed. "The only real way up from that beach is along a fairly narrow path. The path comes out by the old observation post, I figure if we set up there then we can keep them from getting to the school."
The observation post he'd mentioned was little more than a brick built gazebo with a solid back and a view over the beach to the sea. It was in a poor state of repair but its position about fifty yards from where the path came over the steep drop to the beach and at the head of a short gully meant it was the logical place to set up.
Grabbing one of the low light scopes Tony headed off with Erika close behind him.
Tony entered the gazebo and was surprised at how clean it was inside given the state of the actual building. He got Erika down on the floor and looked along the gully towards the cliff edge and was happy that anything coming over the edge would be silhouetted against the lighter sky.
"OK darling," he said, "you stay here and watch that gully, if I'm not back before they appear, give'em hell."
"Where are you going?" Erika asked, concern showing in her voice.
"Just over there," said Tony pointing off to one side. "I want to see what they're up to. You never know, they may not be doing what I think they're doing."
Erika snorted and then settled down as her young lover slowly trotted away from her and closer to the enemy.
Tony, feeling sure that the invaders wouldn't have made it to the beach yet, headed in a straight line for the cliff edge and on arrival dropped to his stomach. Laying the AK alongside him he bought up the low light scope and had a look around. What he saw amused him at first as the Tarfish was side on to the waves and in danger of being swamped but his joy faded as whoever was guiding the boat managed to get it pointed at the beach and drove it hard onto the packed sand.
Six men got off the boat and after a bit of milling around, during which several fingers were pointed at a short man who'd been in the wheelhouse, they headed towards the far end of the path. The boat was left floundering across the beach, clearly abandoned as far as the invaders were concerned.
His view wasn't particularly good but using the scope he could make out what looked like a couple of shotguns and possibly a rifle amongst the group. Deciding that was enough he headed back to the gazebo and Erika.
Tony slid in beside Erika and told her to relax, "It's going to take them at least ten minutes to get themselves sorted out and up that path."
He lay there for a couple of minutes and then something that had been nagging at him came to the fore. "Erika, are you going to be alright, you know, shooting these people?"
Erika, who'd been giving the matter some serious thought ever since she'd left the Lodge, answered confidently, "Yes." She then rolled onto one side so she could see her young lover clearly, "I've done nothing but think about it since I picked up this rifle and I've come to the conclusion that to protect the girls I can shoot them." She frowned, "I'd much prefer that they went away peacefully but it isn't going to happen."
Tony looked quizzical so Erika continued, "We may have split from the college but we still have friends there, including the chairwoman, Margaret Mackie. She's been sending Janine regular updates on what she's been learning." Erika looked troubled, "Tony, the Earth First people have been killing volunteers, not officially but whenever they've been able to disrupt an extraction the volunteers have turned up later dead."
"You think that's what's going to happen here," asked Tony, "that they're not just after the testing machine?"
Erika nodded, which Tony could only just make out in the increasing gloom. "Then we'd better make sure that these lot don't get past us, hadn't we?" he said looking back towards the sea.
"Bob, we need to get up to the Lodge," said John from behind the bar as the siren screeched out.
"Come on then," said Bob returning his half-full glass to the bar.
Betty looked over to the pair and asked, "Should I come with you?"
"I wouldn't bother," said Bob, "it's probably just Tony having another practise."
As the pair left the pub they looked around and noticed a couple of other men heading for the track up to the Lodge. Bob set off after them as John looked out to sea and saw the two boats clearing the headland.
"Bob," he called out stopping to get a better look.
Bob slowed and looked back and then in the direction the landlord was staring. His forward progress ground to a halt as the second boat moved away from the ferry.
'That doesn't look right," he thought as John said, "That's the lighthouse boat, what's it doing out here?"
Realisation hit the two of them at the same time. "Oh shit," said Bob, "It's for real."
John nodded, and then added, "There's no way we can get up there and back down again."
"Bollocks," muttered Bob as he watched the ferry heading for the harbour entrance. "Now what do we do?"
"Know anybody in town who's got a gun?" asked John.
"A couple," said Bob.
"Right you go and get them and I'll see what I can organise here." When Bob was still standing there John barked, "Bob! Get a move on."
The youngster shook and then took off like a scared jackrabbit. John went back into the pub to tell the few customers that it looked like trouble was here for real.
"What are we going to do?" asked Betty.
"Well I'm hoping that Bob will get back here before anything goes off, otherwise things could get a bit difficult," said John as he poured himself a drink.
"What if he doesn't?" asked Betty getting more worried.
"Then I guess we get out of here and hope that Tony can stop them up at the Lodge," said John staring at the coal fire.
"Isn't there anything we can do?" asked Betty starting to annoy John.
"Well if we had some mines or something we could slow them down but without guns it's better to get out of their way," replied the landlord.
Betty looked at the half full vodka bottle on the counter and a synapse spat somewhere in her memory, "What about a Molotov?" she asked.
"What?" said the confused barman..
"You know, a petrol bomb, the Molotov cocktail, could we make them?" Betty asked suddenly enthused.
"No petrol," said John.
Betty waved at the bottle on the bar, "That stuff would do," she said.
Slowly John became enthusiastic, "You're right," he glanced around and then started grabbing bottles. "What else do we need?"
"Rags," replied Betty getting caught up events. "You soak the rags in the same stuff as you're putting in the bottles, then tie a knot in the end and force it into the neck of the bottle." She grinned at the barman, "Then you light the rag and throw it at the bastards."
"Lets get started," said John dragging the bottles he found over to a table. "Pull down that curtain, we'll use that for the rags."
Above the town Allen Rogers and Gary Mackeson, the two men that Bob had seen heading for the Lodge met Paul Belling and the girls coming down. The weapons were exchanged and the three men started back down to the town. The girls glanced across the harbour and saw that the ferry had arrived before turning back and heading for the Lodge.
John and Betty were behind a small switchbox half way down the quay. John kept glancing around the edge, waiting for the men to start getting off the ferry. Quietly he said, "I wish Bob was here."
"Why?" asked Betty, "Aren't I good enough for you."
"Betty, you're more than good enough," said John, "but Bob was going looking for a couple of guns and I'd sooner have them than all the petrol bombs in the world." He glanced around again and muttered, "Here they come."
Eight men had made their way to the quayside and were sauntering along it. The leading pair had a shotgun each carried in the crook of their arms. Behind them it was difficult to see what weapons they were carrying.
"I'd better warn them," said John and before Betty could say anything he got to his feet.
"Hold it right there," he called out. Ahead of him the men slowed but kept walking, their weapons still pointing downwards.
"I said stop, you're not welcome here.," he shouted angrily.
One of the men at the front looked towards his partner and then raised his gun. John dropped straight down as the gun fired, its blast clearing the top of the switchbox causing no damage as it passed.
Behind the box John flick his trusty petrol lighter and ignited the rag on the first of the six bottles they had, he held his bottle to Betty's and then threw it, allowing just the enough of his head to appear to see where he was aiming. Less than a second later Betty launched her bottle.
The men on the quay stopped to watch the bottles coming towards them almost in disbelief.
John's bottle landed at the feet of the leading pair and shattered, its now flaming contents scattering back amongst the group. Fifteen feet in front of the group Betty's first throw smashed into the quayside and covered it in flame.
The quayside became a scene of confusion as men who were burning tried to put out the flames whilst others in the group desperately tried to avoid catching fire. John's second bottle arrived adding to the panic.
The man at the front yelled charge and set off along the quayside, three of the men following him. John launched his third bottle at where he judged they'd get to and Betty followed suit. In accordance with their original plan John then headed back along the quayside heading for the pub.
Betty, who after seeing how far short her first shot had been, had saved her second shot, waited to see what happened. Her last throw turned out to be just about perfect, engulfing the charging group in flame. Only the leader came through the cloud of fire, screaming at the top of his voice.
Betty rose and hurled the last bottle straight at him and then spun away. Her throw was too good and it hit him full in the chest but failed to shatter, the bottle bounced off and over the side into the dark water. Glancing back Betty saw the man slow and start to raise his shotgun.
The next thing she knew she was face down on the quay in pain from her grazed knees and elbows. A quick glance showed the man walking towards her with an evil grin on his face. Betty tried to get up but her ankle screamed as soon as she put any pressure on it and she fell back to the floor.
"I'm going to enjoy this bitch," said the man when he reached her, "and then I'm going to personally kill everyone of you alien loving scum on the island."
He raised the shotgun to his shoulder.
His torso flew backwards and then there was another man standing over Betty, His shotgun pointed at the prone man and barked again, almost cutting him in half from twelve feet away.
Betty focused on the man over her, "Bobby," she cried.
The young man bent down and helped Betty up, though she had to put her weight on just one leg.
Taking the bull by the horns, Bobby gave the diminutive secretary the shotgun and swept her into his arms. Once happy that he'd got a firm grip he started down the quayside towards safety. Behind him the Earth First thugs were dispirited and in disarray. The invasion from the ferry was effectively over.
"Tony!" hissed Erika, "I thought I saw something, movement right there." Immediately the fact that she'd been feeling cold and the mind numbing fear disappeared in a rush of adrenaline. Beside her Tony allowed his breath to escape slowly and turned his full attention to the area of change between the dark land and the lighter sky. He watched as first one silhouette and then another appeared against the lighter skyline; he was surprised at how casually the group was moving.
"Select automatic," he said quietly to Erika reiterating what they'd gone through earlier and listened for the click as she obeyed him. "OK darling," he continued trying to remain and sound calm, "don't fire until I do, understand, do nothing until I fire and then aim for the man on the right."
Beside him the wide-eyed Erika responded, "Yes, yes, the one on the right," she said as she pulled the rifle even tighter into her shoulder and tried to line the thing up with her designated target. Alongside her Tony kept his head up to see more clearly, he was waiting for more figures to appear to make that initial burst more effective.
When the fourth shape came into view he raised his rifle and sighted low on the first target he'd seen cross the skyline and squeezed the AK's trigger gently. The rifle bucked in his hands and started to drift and climb as it hammered away throwing hot spent cartridges around the observation point. He released the trigger and was pleased to hear the second weapon chattering away beside him. He lowered his rifle slightly and took a look over what had now become a battlefield.
Beside him Erika released the trigger as the weapon locked open and lowered the barrel of her rifle. She was reaching for her second magazine when she realised that Tony had stopped firing. She couldn't see a thing, nor it turned out could she hear anything. She turned to Tony and found him staring intently towards the cliff edge. She fitted the fresh magazine clumsily and then followed Tony's lead, hoping that they'd already done enough to drive the men away.
Below them on the cliff path there was chaos. The group had been led to believe that they were attacking an unsuspecting school and after a rough crossing and a scary beach landing they'd believed that the easy part was to come. Now it looked like two of their party were badly wounded if not dead and one of their number, who'd made it below the crest, was bleeding from a shoulder wound and moaning like a banshee. Throw in the fact that they had no idea what they were up against, other than that they were armed with automatic weapons, and their enthusiasm for the fight at hand had vanished.
Tony waited until everything had become quiet and then called out, "If you go back down to the beach you'll be left alone," he paused, "try to come up and you'll die." He paused again before adding, "Your choice," before settling down to wait nervously.
The three Earth First thugs still on their feet looked at each other and without any discussion grabbed their injured colleague and headed down the path. Their descent to the beach was much quicker than the climb up had been and they reached the bottom without any major mishaps other than a few swear words.
The Tarfish they'd appropriated for the crossing was still in the surf, rocking gently as each wave passed under it. The group didn't hesitate on the exposed beach before wading out to the boat and clambering aboard though they had to struggle to get the injured man aboard. The original guy who'd piloted the boat to the island returned to the wheelhouse and managed to get the motor started and moved the small boat out of the waves. Once everything had settled he looked out of the wheelhouse and called across to the rest, "Where too?"
One of the men called back, "The harbour, we'll join the rest of the guys." He looked up at the cliff top and added, "If they've done OK we'll come back and kill those bastards."
Up on the cliff top Tony watched all this after checking that both prone figures were in fact dead. Watching the direction the boat took Tony was reminded that he might be needed in town so he headed back to Erika and then they took off to the Lodge.
Just outside the island's small harbour the Tarfish came very close to being rammed by the ferry which was making its own hasty departure. The two halves of the Earth First invasion force held a yelled conversation and the Tarfish once again took up station astern of the ferry as it headed back to the mainland in defeat.
After the two vessels withdrew the defenders retired to the pub where everyone, especially those who'd actually taken part in the battle of the harbour were invited to partake of a few free drinks courtesy of John. Betty hadn't allowed Bob to move from her side from the moment he'd carried her through the front door and laid her down gently on one of the bench seats. Her ankle had been wrapped in a towel containing most of the ice that had been available and she'd been plied with drinks for her part in the battle.
As far as she was concerned Bob was the greatest hero ever, not just of the battle she'd been part of. That he and John disagreed with her was irrelevant as far as she was concerned, Bob had rescued her from certain death and that was all that mattered.
An hour later and most people were feeling merry, Tony and Erika, along with most of the students and staff from the Lodge had appeared and joined in the party once Tony had satisfied himself that the battle was over.
Eventually Paul Belling belched and announced loudly, "That's it, I'm full," he belched again and started for the door, "Goodnight all," he bellowed. Janine took his departure as the signal to round up the girls and head back to the Lodge on mass. Ten minutes later and there were only five people left in the bar. John stood behind it with Erika and Tony leaning against it. In the corner of the bar was Betty, still accompanied by a very mellow Bob.
"Erika," called Betty, "are you going to be able to help me back up the hill?"
Erika tore her gaze away from Tony and looked around, "I, uhmm, I..."
"You don't need to go back," said John, "There area couple of rooms upstairs, you can use one of them."
"Are you sure?" asked Betty, "I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble."
"No trouble," said John, "they're always ready in case we have visitors from the mainland." He glanced towards the door, "That is welcome visitors."
"How do I get there," Betty asked.
"Bob knows the way, he can help you," said John with a grin.
Betty looked at Bob from under lowered eyes and asked quietly, "Will you help me Bob?"
Bob was defenceless. At that moment in time he'd have done anything Betty wanted, and carrying her upstairs was not going to be a problem. He struggled slightly to get her into his arms but once there she wrapped herself around him and he headed for the stairs and the first available bedroom.
As Bob lowered the mature woman to the bed she shocked him by saying, "Bob, I know that I've already thanked you for saving my life, but I want to thank you properly." She looked at the younger man nervously and fluttered her eyelashes, "I hope you don't object."
Objecting was suddenly the furthest thing from Bob's mind as Betty struggled to pull her thin top over her head. Stepping closer he muttered, "Here, let me get that," and grasped the bottom edge and pulled upwards.
Bob just gazed at her as she slowly lay back on the bed, her naked breasts settling as she relaxed. Laying there in just her tight pants and sandals Bob fought an urge to dive on top. Instead he gently removed her shoes, being particularly careful with her injured ankle. When it came to removing those tight pants Betty wiggled from side to side to assist, which caused some very interesting and distracting things to happen with her ample boobs.
Bob found himself dropping a pair of pants to the floor as he gazed at Betty, her pussy barely covered by a thin panel of white translucent material that made up the only substantial part of her thong. Betty slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband of the thong and pushed it downwards over her hips exposing the little bush she'd left above her pouting pussy.
Bob was in pain from his dick, which was like a poker sticking awkwardly across the front of his jeans; his brain had turned to jelly as he stared spellbound at the naked woman before him.
Betty started to worry, why wasn't Bob doing something?
Bob went red then quietly admitted, "I've never done this before, you know, made love to a woman. I've read about it, even seen a few porn films, but never..."
Betty was so relieved, "It's OK, just come here and I'll guide you. It'll be fine," and she held out her arms to the nervous young man. She pulled him into her arms and dragged him onto the bed with her before kissing him full on the lips. She slipped her tongue between his lips and gently explored his mouth. As her tongue withdrew Bob found his own following hers as he experienced the joys of kissing a mature woman.
After several minutes of steadily more passionate snogging Betty broke away and reached for the belt on Bob's jeans. "Come on, let's get you out of those clothes, they're just getting in the way now," she said as she whipped his belt open.
Naked at last Bob slipped down the bed and gazed at his first real life pussy, tentatively he extended his tongue and began to explore. Above him Betty offered guidance and suggestions as she taught the young man and then enjoyed his efforts.
"God, you're getting good at that," Betty declared as her first orgasm neared, "If you keep that up there won't be a woman who can resist you," she panted as her knees rose higher and her heartbeat accelerated. "Oh God..." she gasped at last.
Bob looked up and saw her nipples were erect and almost pulsing they were that hot. Betty opened her eyes and then reached down, "Come here," she said pulling him up her body. "I've got to have you inside me."
Keeping her legs wide she reached down and grasped his throbbing manhood and carefully lined him up with her more than adequately lubricated channel. "Now Bob, push slowly," she said and felt his red-hot erection penetrating her willing body.
Slowly Bob began to rock his hips, moving his prick in and out of Betty's hotpot. The slow speed she was allowing him was the only thing that was keeping him from shooting his very first load into a woman. That slow speed didn't last long as his own needs over-rode his willingness to move slowly.
He started to accelerate, his hips pounding and his breathing became erratic. Then he was there, his hips locked forward and he felt as though his entire being was draining out of the little hole in the end of his dick.
Above her Bob went, "Ughh, ughh, ughhhhh..." and then slowly lowered his body to hers.
Betty smiled happily as she lay there with her male blanket. That may not have been the best she'd ever had but Bob was hers now and he was young. He'd rise again shortly and then they'd start making love like she'd dreamed it would be, like it was meant to be.
Downstairs at the bar Erika looked longingly at Tony, "You know he's not coming back down, don't you?" she said wistfully.
Tony nodded and then looked over the bar at John, who smiled back and gave him a nod. Tony took Erika by surprise when he reached for her and before she could put up any sort of struggle she too was headed for the stairs in a young man's arms.
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