A LAZY FRIDAY

"Both of you fine and incredibly  fit young ladies will be OK after a bit of rest, Katie", said Dr. Wilson, who had been the O'Brien's family doctor for many years and had known Katie since she was a baby.

"But I really think you should try to curb these quite unnatural  and apalling aggressive instincts or at least stop taking them out on each other!.  You could both have been very seriously hurt!  Your friend should stay in bed for the weekend.  She's exhausted, very badly bruised and still slightly  concussed.  And put some heat on in this house!  What your dear parents, who were also my very good friends,  would have thought if they  had known  what their precious daughter would be getting up to, I dread to think !  I'll let my self out,  Katie. Goodbye Angela, nice meeting you and remember what I said, TAKE IT EASY.  You've been through a rough time, thanks  to your friend's brutality and your own  stupidity in having anything  do with her!  You two bring out the worst in each other!  Find a good man apiece and get yourselves a life!!"

"Yeah, thanks  doc  -   PISS OFF!.  Katie's my dearest friend,  I love her and I love to fight her. Next time I'll be the winner and she'll be the one who's concussed!.

And the good despairing doctor departed, hoping that his action in examining two stark naked and very attractive young women would not get back to the General Medical Council.
 
The two loving friends settled back on the bed, clasped in each others bruised and aching arms,  and giggled at what the doctor had said.

"Curb our aggressive instincts! What rot!"

"Bollocks", they both agreed,

" Who better to take them out on than each other "

" Daft old sod!"

They agreed to pass up on the swimming for today, and had had the prescience to warn the other ladies in advance, that they might be indisposed on Friday because Katie would be in bed ill (Or Angie -  both girls had  given slightly different reasons!)

"That's twice you've broken my nose now, you bitch," said Katie. "I owe you for that"

"And I owe you for mine, darling", said Angie. "But let's wait for a while.  A bloody long while!  It's going to be much more fun loving you than beating you  - at least for a day or two!"

"We'll look like a couple of old bruisers, if we carry on like this", laughed Katie "But I do so passionately and tenderly love that sweet, darling  face of yours, whatever shape I've left it in" and she proceeded to cover the said face with kisses, both girls growing gradually  more and more worked up, and  their love making, despite their sore and aching bodies, getting incredibly, not to say  frighteningly,  vigorous. They fell asleep after a while, being both of them,  so terribly, terribly  tired  after Thursday.

"We are a pair of dykes, aren't we?" said Katie, as her friend's eyes opened.

"Balls! -   We're just good friends, Katie!  Mind you.  You remember the guys at that gym we used for our match, the day I came here?  They thought YOU were a dyke"

"Why, Angie?"

"Cause you don't shave your legs or armpits - that's why.  Dead give away according to those so-called experts .  Bet you like that!"

"So why then,  my sweet Angie,  did you adopt the  hairy look  yourself?"

"It helps to keep you warm in this icebox"

"Angie,  dearest darling, angel sweety pie!  I'll put on the heating and get some bed covering for you, at least for a couple of days till you're a bit better"

"You bloody won't.  If I can't keep up with you, I don't want to live.  AND I'm getting up later, just as soon as you've loved me a few dozen more times"

Two hours later.

"Angie, darling"

"What"

"I love you"

"Sweet dear Katie. I love you too. I wonder what the world record is for one continuous French kiss"

"Don't know.  It'll be teatime in a couple of hours.  Have to break off then.  Not missing my tea and buttered crumpets, not for you, not for the guys at the gym.  Not for anyone."

And so the two loving girls passed the day lazily together,  tenderly comforting each other  and bathing each other's bruises and cuts from time to time.  By Saturday morning both these infatuated ladies were beginning to think that, just maybe, they were going to live.

SATURDAY MORNING  NOT BRIGHT, BUT VERY EARLY

"Angie, sweetheart WAKE UP! MOVE THAT DELECTABLE SMELLY BOTTOM! "

"Oh, Leave me alone, Katie love.   I was having such a lovely dream"

"Was it really nice, Angie?"

"Was it ever!!  We were back on the beach at low tide again and I was standing over you, my foot on your stomach, arms raised in triumph, looking down on your broken body!"

"That's a wild one, Angie - you beating me!  What weird tricks the mind  plays in sleep!!"

"I  guess you're right,  Katie.  But I'm not giving up. No way!  Anyway why wake me at this hour ?"

"When Mummy and Daddy died they didn't only leave me this house, they left me a cottage on the Norfolk coast.  I haven't had the heart to go back there since I lost them.  So many lovely sweet happy memories and the darling people I shared those memories with are both gone!'

Katie stopped talking and tears started running down her  as she sobbed a the memory of her beloved parents. Her friend and  life partner, (whatever their future marital status)  Angie,  put her arms around her and drew her darling friend's sweet, beloved and revered   face close  to hers and kissed  it, deeply and lovingly and hungrily.

"You mean you want us to go up there for the weekend?"

Still unable to speak , and tears  streaming down her face,  Katie nodded, managing a feeble little smile.

Angie leapt out of bed and grabbed Katie round the waist pulling her sweet darling up against her and burying her head in  her companion's breasts, causing her friend condiderable pain because Angie had subjected Katie's  small, sweet mammaries to a pretty serious mauling on Thursday.

"Let's get started, it'll take hours to get there.  Hurry up and STOP THAT SILLY CRYING KATIE!   God - but you are a wimp sometimes!  You've got ME now, my  love,  and your Mummy and Daddy would want you to be happy for the rest of your life!!  You know that.   Let's get going,  my sweet, lovely, darling , blessed, angel girl"

IN THE CAR SPEEDING NORTH!!!

The naked driver and the nude passenger were both lost in thought.

In all the excitement of the past few days, with the delicious anticipatory combination of fear and longing before the fight, the fight itself and then its painful aftermath, Katie had forgotten the continuing menace presented by Charlie and his cousin (not to mention the two fat ladies).
Just over a week ago she had sent Angie up to the Flask in Hampstead to check up on their enemies and
Angie had gone up with a male friend, whose name she had refused to divulge to Katie. This fellow apparently attended the same meetings of some boring Government Committee as Angie and they had become friends.  The Bad Baronet and the fat lady had turned up and been joined by Charlie Ford and another person. After a few drinks they had all rolled out of the pub and Angie and her boy friend had followed them to a block of mansion flats on almost the highest point of Hampstead.

This mysterious contact had promised to get someone to check on the mansion block and find out which flat the party had gone to and who lived their.  He had been a little bored with the enterprise until Charlie's unknown friend had turned up and then he had become VERY interested.

The flat was Number 23 and was rented on a short let by a Miss Frances Courtney. So that was the identity of one of the Fat Ladies.  Angies friend had since clammed up completely  on the subject.  very mysterious.

"What does your friend DO?",  Katie had asked, only to be punched very hard  in the stomach and told to mind her own business.  Angie was a funny girl.  She would never talk to Katie about own job and could become very angry when pressed on the subject.

"You've no idea how much trouble I get over having a journalist as my best friend. But I guess they checked you when I first got the job and they know you're only a boring old financier."

Katie recalled the charming, but rather sinister man who had interviewed her as one of Angies's two referees. God, but he had been bloody clever. After half an hour, he had elicited facts about their relationship that Katie would never have dreamed of divulging to ANYONE.  He had been so persuasive and subtle that Katie had found herself telling him all sorts of things without even being asked. That guy would have made such a good investigative journalist.  He had been amazing! And this creep had obviously checked up on Katie as well as her friend!

Angie was thinking about Katie's very firm order to pack plenty of warm clothes. Apparently the coast in this part of the country faced due east and the icy cold winds came straight out of Siberia. "You've never known such awful penetratingwinds, my darling.  Cut you in half.  I was up there at this time of the year once and I was wrapped up like an Eskimo.  Still froze solid! It's awesome!!"

How was she going to break it to her friend that she had pulled her own sweater out of the travelling bag, just before they left , when Katie had been looking the other way?

"We're really going to need those woollies, Angie" said Katie, "Good job we brought them"

"You brought yours, darling, but I haven't brought mine - I pulled it out of our bag and hid it"

"You daft bitch, you're going to bloody freeze up there!  The place is so draughty, you might just as well be out of doors. Good summer place, but hopeless for winter."

"Correction, Katie - but WE are going to freeze.  You know you couldn't be warm when I was cold" and Angie collapsed into a fit of helpess silly girlish giggles.

Katie sighed resignedly and turned off the car heater.

"Better start to get used to it now.  You fucking stupid cow. I warned you.  That wind up there is LETHAL.  When the agent comes in to check up on the place in March he'll find us both clasped for warmth in each others arms and frozen stiff. "

"What a nice way to die though, Katie, hugging YOU"

"Daft cow"

"Darling"

"Sweetheart"