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The Elopment
by David Jannsen (david.jannsen111@outlook.com)

***

This is based on a true story. In 2012, while I was in 
Paris, a story came out that a female student and a 
teacher had run off together from England. It lasted for 
three days, and they were caught in France. Their 
progress was monitored by CCTV and carefully noted by 
the media. I had often wondered why they hadn't planned 
it better, they would have had a greater chance of 
getting away with it. Then I thought, if I was planning 
such an event, what would I do. This probably has more 
holes in it than fishnet stockings, but please, it's a 
story. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, mast, oral, anal)

***

Author's Note: While some things are obvious, there is a 
lot that is so risky that someone a lot better at 
planning than I would be able to create a better plan. 
This assumes that police are not that clever, or that 
Jeff and Megan are seriously good at the subterfuge they 
go through to get out of the country. It also assumes 
that the required skill set is readily available, then 
it all requires a certain amount of luck. 

This is the story that grew, and grew, until I got 
monstered by it.

The places and people, apart from the obvious 
backgrounds, are fictional. The interpretations of law 
and Crown thinking are logical, but not necessarily 
correct. I haven't found anything in my rather cursory 
searches that would clearly contradict anything said 
here, but I would not like to test it, I think. 

***

The Public Story

Megan White was a 15 year old, Year 10 student at 
Morwell High School and Sixth Form who went missing the 
second last week of the Spring Term. 

Megan was a brilliant history student, and while her 
grades in other subjects were well above average, it was 
in history she really stood out. 

Her friends were devastated at her disappearance, and 
her teachers were saddened. 

Head Teacher, Mr William Albright, was restrained in his 
comments, but her history teacher, a Mr Jeff Hunt was 
clearly unsettled by Megan's puzzling absence. 

"She is a Year 10 student who's so passionate about her 
history, and so knowledgeable that she was tutoring 
Sixth Form students." Mr Hunt commented. 

One friend, Peter Thorpe, told reporters that she was a 
beautiful girl without a mean bone in her body, and she 
was his friend. Peter refused to elaborate on that, but 
other students made the same comment. 

Twins, Suzy and Colin Crandall were with Megan just 
before she disappeared, "There was nothing going on in 
her life that would cause her to run away."

Close friend Trish Gawler added, "There was a boyfriend, 
I think, but Megan never said nothing about him. If she 
was asked Megan looked shy and said nothing." 

"We wondered," another girl told us, "if it really was a 
guy. We didn't know anything, she said nothing. But she 
did seem to spend a lot of time with that history 
teacher." 

This reporter learned that Mr Hunt runs additional, out 
of school tutorials for groups of students at a local 
coffee shop, and Megan was a regular. 

The school had established a specialist history program 
for Megan, in conjunction with the Open University and 
Mr Hunt was her mentor/tutor. "Her abilities in the 
subject were well beyond high school standard and we 
want to encourage such students. The OU have been 
extraordinarily helpful here, and it has been really 
appreciated by the School and her family. We are fully 
aware of the extra tutorials run by our history teacher, 
a sign of his dedication to excellence, I would suggest, 
even if a little unorthodox. The school's results in 
this subject have steadily improved since Mr Hunt joined 
our staff, I am pleased to say. This incident puts a 
real pall over them though." Head Teacher Albright 
stated.

The family did not make a statement but appealed to 
Megan to contact them, or the police as soon as she 
could. 

***

Interviews with Police. 

The corridor was noisy with students making their way to 
classes after the morning break. Jeff Hunt was wending 
his way through the crowd and he heard his name called. 

"Mister Hunt!" a voice Jeff recognized as the 
Headmaster.

He turned and said "Yes, Headmaster?" as they came close 
he noted that Ravi Singh was with him and the Head was 
looking very unhappy.

"I have asked Mister Singh here to take your class now, 
can you come with me please?" 

"Oh? What's the problem?" David asked, a little startled 
that such a request would be made minutes before class 
starting.

"Not here!" The Headmaster's voice dropped to a 
conspiratorial low. Now Jeff was really startled. In a 
more normal tone, the Headmaster went on, "Do your 
students know what they are to do, or can you give them 
something quickly?" 

"No need. Ravi, they have all the work they need to go 
on with, completing their latest assignment. I have the 
A3 lab booked to take them there. That should keep them 
occupied for a while." The rest of the conversation was 
about which students really need to be kept on task and 
which ones could be relied upon to keep going. Ravi 
nodded and left, while the Headmaster beckoned Jeff to 
follow him. "Thank you Mister Singh," Headmaster said, 
"Come on Mister Hunt." 

Jeff kept up and the corridors, now clearing of 
students, made progress easier. 

"What's all this about?" asked Jeff. 

"Police are here, want to talk to you." 

"Police? What one earth do they want to talk to me for?" 

"Best let them tell you, I think." 

They went into the administration wing and straight past 
the Head's office into the small conference room behind 
it. Two people sat there, strangers, but Jeff 
immediately recognized them as Police. 

"Jeff, Detective Chief Inspector Wishall, Jeff Hunt." 
Jeff nodded and the Headmaster said, "I'll leave you to 
it then." he turned and left.

"Hi, Jeff," the large man said, "I am Detective Chief 
Inspector Mark Wishall, and this is Detective Inspector 
Mary Coombe," he started, the woman nodded and Jeff 
looked at her. 

"Hi, but why would police want to be talking with me?" 

"Well, a nasty thing actually. Megan White, you know 
her?" 

"Oh Meg, yes, very well, lovely kid, What about her?" 

What can you tell us about her?"

"In my Year 10 class. She is a real worker, and from 
what her other teachers are saying, she will do well in 
Sixth. What's going on?" 

"You have an interest in her then?" 

"As I do all my students, but the good ones - well - we 
really want them to do well, so we try to give them as 
much support as we can. What's wrong?" 

"We as in all teachers?"

"I would hope so, yes. Look, we can play twenty 
questions, but what's this all about?" 

DCI Whishall waited for a moment, actually for a four 
beat moment, Jeff thought. A good actor's pause he felt, 
adds to dramatic impact.

"Megan White didn't get home last night." DCI Wishall 
stated.

"What?" Jeff exclaimed, very surprised, "But.. but.. I 
spoke with her after school yesterday. What... what?" 

"Yes, we know, that is why we are here now." 

Jeff shook his head, like he wasn't hearing the 
question. "What? ... my...?" 

"Yes, Jeff, We know you spoke with her yesterday, we are 
trying to find out when she was last seen." 

"Oh, erm.. well... erm... look, I am sorry, but this is 
a bit of a shock, She didn't get home? No, we were 
talking at the Café D'or yesterday afternoon. She was 
said she was not well, so she left and I stayed with 
Colin and Suzie Crandall."

"Yes, we have already spoken to them, which is why we 
are here now. Can you tell us what happened yesterday 
afternoon, from the time you left school?" 

"We had a staff meeting, and after that, I usually go to 
the Café D'or to wind down a bit, before going home. 
Good coffee, usually quiet, apart from a few regulars, 
at that time and it is not far from my terrace."

"What do you do there?" 

"Depends, actually. Sometimes I just sit and read, 
sometimes a bit of marking to catch up on, sometimes I 
meet with my senior students for a little additional 
tuition."

"Bit odd for a coffee shop wind down isn't it?" 

Jeff smiled a little for the first time, "Well, not 
really, good learning occurs where ever the student 
learns something. Not all good teaching is done in a 
classroom. Nearly all of the most valuable lessons we 
learn in life occur outside schools. So, no a coffee 
shop is not a bad place to learn in. I find the more 
informal atmosphere of the coffee shop lets students 
relax a bit and I think they learn much better in that 
setting." DCI Wishall didn't smile, but went on. 

"And last night?" 

"I got there about 5ish, and Megan, Colin and Suzy came 
in with Peter Thorpe, around ten-quarter past. We 
started talking about their assignments, due this 
Thursday, and about 10 minutes later, Peter left. Got a 
call on his mobile to come home. I suppose Megan left 
about five minutes after that saying she wasn't well, 
and Colin and Suzy stayed for another 15-20 minutes or 
so."

"Does that happen often? Talking to Year 10 students in 
Café D'or?" 

"Sometimes, but no, not often. Usually it is the Sixth 
Formers." 

"Megan meet you there often?" 

"No, we wouldn't," pause, "meet," pause, " there, but 
she is a regular, certainly. She loves her history and 
was actually tutoring a couple of the Lower Sixth Form 
students." 

"A Year 10 tutoring Lower Sixth students?" 

"She is very good, the best I have ever seen, in fact. 
Not that I have seen that many, but I doubt I will ever 
see another one like her." 

"Why tutoring last night then?" 

"Well, its the end of spring term next week, and there's 
the usual big panic to complete the assignments and so 
on in preparation for their 'A' Levels. I was surprised 
that it was only those four really. I was expecting a 
few Upper Sixers. Megan is well in advance with her 
work, and Peter was there because Megan was there, and 
the twins were the only serious students that actually 
needed help. None of the other Sixth Formers showed up, 
so I wouldn't expect Megan to stay long, anyway. I 
thought her 'not feeling well' was a polite way of 
saying 'no one is here, so going home.'"

"Peter and Megan have a relationship?" 

Jeff laughed, "Peter has been following her around since 
Year 8 like a faithful puppy. She's a girl, and Peter... 
well he is an adolescent." 

"You noticed this?" 

"It has been a topic of conversation in the staff room, 
occasionally." 

"What do you think of him?" 

"Academically he is a bit above average, and when he 
gets the opportunity to work with Megan, he improves, 
but not an obvious candidate for academic excellence." 

"What about as a person." 

"A little introverted, nice boy, quiet, but not what you 
might call dynamic." Jeff stopped, "Oh, Jesus!" 

"What's the matter?" 

"Peter! He will take this on with all the passion of an 
adolescent. Gawd, he will probably be thinking that he 
is at fault, because he wasn't there to walk her home. 
Oh my! I am sure the school will help him a bit, but he 
is going to need a lot more support. Please, can you 
help him?" 

DCI Wishall looked at his partner and an unspoken 
communication passed between them "We are not Social 
Services, but we can help here, a bit I think. We will 
be interviewing him shortly, and I think DI Coombe may 
be able to say something." 

Jeff thanked them and said that Peter would likely need 
a little reassurance, then made a note to talk to the 
school counsellor. 

"And what about Megan?" 

"Ahh, now, she is a different kettle of fish. Very 
bright, articulate, sure of herself. Not arrogant, or 
rude, like a lot of these young girls are, just certain 
of who she is I think." 

The conversation went on for ages, it seemed. Questions 
unending, how often would you see her? What would you 
talk about? What relationship did you have with her? Did 
she discuss anything in her life? Was she unhappy about 
something? Did she have a boyfriend? What was the 
quality of her school work? On and on, repetitive at 
times. 

Jeff told them about seeing her around the township, on 
the Commons with her dog, in the High Street, football 
games. They talked about everything from Ancient Egypt 
to Classical Greece, Elizabethan England, The Industrial 
Revolution, the Hundred Years War, Roundheads, Cavaliers 
and the Restoration, Time Teams and Romans. No, she 
didn't seem unhappy about anything, her work was 
continuing to improve. He had not seen her with any boy 
on a regular basis other than Peter. 

They never discussed her life. On his reflection, Jeff 
said that it looks to him like he knew all about her 
school life, but nothing else. That seemed to surprise 
him a little, like he had never considered it before in 
that way. Jeff held little back, gave them all the 
information they asked for. In the end, Jeff got a 
little frustrated and basically asked the DI, "What can 
you tell me? What happened?"

Wishall looked at his partner who had remained silent 
the whole time and gave her a slight nod. 

For the first time, DI Coombe spoke, "We know she left 
the café at about 5:23pm. She was walking home, but at 
some point, either she turned off and went in another 
direction or..." 

"She was grabbed you think?" Jeff finished.

"We don't know, right now. We do know it is about a 10 
minute walk to her home, and we know her movements to 
when she left the cafe. Megan would likely have walked 
past three bank teller machines if she was going home. 
We will get the security footage from them and check to 
see if she did. You were at the cafe, the last confirmed 
adult sighting of her. She should have been home long 
before you left the cafe, so there is no reason to think 
you're involved any time after she left the cafe." Jeff 
released a sigh, and became more relaxed.

"Thank you," Jeff started, "Look, Megan is a star pupil, 
one of the best natural historians I have ever met. She 
just gets it and it shows in her work. There are few 
Year 10 students who are interested in history, fewer 
still who have any real skills, but with her, history is 
a puzzle, and she is really good at solving it. She was 
well above average student in Year 9, then she just 
ignited in the subject. 

"By the end of Year 9 she had nearly completed the Lower 
Sixth curriculum. She was getting A grades for papers 
she would complete in a few days. That is when we got 
the OU involved through the Council Schools Office. She 
could go on with it, make a career from it. I really 
hope she does." 

Wishall and Coombe looked at him, with that hard steely 
gaze developed by police all over the world. 

"OK, end of term break is coming up, where will you be 
over the next few weeks?"

"Here to the Tuesday of the last week, then I have an 
extra three days off. I will be driving to Budapest, 
staying for four days, then Munich, for a day, then 
walking through the Black Forest for a few days, been 
planning this since last summer. Should be back the 
Saturday before school resumes, at the latest. Guess I 
will have to cancel that now." 

"Only to Tuesday?"

"Yes, I have applied for non-paid leave for the last 
three days of term. Want to get away as early as 
possible, beat the holiday rush. My Upper Sixth classes 
have effectively finished Tuesday, other classes can be 
easily covered." 

"The school has agreed to that?" 

"Oh yes, Mr Albright is OK with it, as long as it is 
non-paid leave. Big trip." 

"On your own?"

"No, with my girlfriend."

"You discuss this with Megan?" 

"What? Why would I do that? None of her business." 

"Suzy Crandall did ask you about your holiday plans, 
didn't she?" 

"Oh, yes, she did. mmm - now you mention it. She did ask 
and I told her. It is a really big trip for me, and I am 
really looking forward to it." 

"Excited about it?"

"Very, the biggest trip ever, I think."

"With your girlfriend?" asked DC Coombe, "Biggest trip 
of your life then?" 

"I hope so," Jeff replied. 

DC Coombe nodded, and asked, "It is not just the travel 
then?" 

Jeff's eyebrow's climbed up his forehead. "No - that was 
very perceptive."

"Not difficult, your entire manner changed when you 
talked about it and your girlfriend. Did you mention to 
Suzy you were going to propose to your girlfriend?" 

"No, again, none of their business, and quite 
inappropriate to discuss such an issue with students. 
Besides, I wanted to wait until after, before I let 
anyone else know - just in case." Jeff smiled awkwardly, 
not returned by the two police officers. 

"Megan left shortly after that, didn't she?" 

"Yes, that's right she did. Why? Is it important?" 

"Do you think she might have been a little upset if you 
were planning a trip with another woman?" 

"Megan? Good lord no! What possible reason would make 
her upset?" 

"I don't know, a schoolgirl crush, perhaps?" 

"Oh, rubbish!" Jeff replied. "Megan is one of the most 
level headed 15 year olds in the school. She is never 
distracted from her work. Oh please, I am a history 
teacher, and we are such debonair fellows, girls just 
swoon at our feet, - give me a break. I am not quite old 
enough to be her father, but- oh gawd. You would be 
better off looking at the new sports teacher, now he is 
someone the girls would fall over for - some of the boys 
too I suspect." He smiled, which, again, was not 
returned. 

"Yes, we will anyway." 

"Oh?" Jeff said, "No, please, you are making me feel ill 
now. Megan, no she may be interested in the past, but 
her head is very much in the present - as far as I have 
observed." 

"Let's just leave it here then, shall we?" 

"What? Are you..."

"Saying nothing more, Jeff," said DCI Wishall. "That'll 
do. For now, if we need to we'll definitely be in 
touch."

"Do I cancel my trip then?"

"No, no need, from our point of view. Just take your 
mobile phone." 

Jeff nodded and stood, "Is that all?" 

"Yes, thanks for your time. And good luck on your trip, 
I hope it works out for you." 

Jeff said "Thank you," and just nodded. Leaving the 
room, Jeff walked past the Head Teacher's office, and 
heard. "Oh Jeff, got a moment?" 

"Yes sure, Head." he entered the office, and closed the 
door, as indicated. 

"Bad business this, missing girl. No one knows where she 
has gone. Megan of all people, your star pupil. Second 
last week of term. Not going to help enrolments." Jeff 
nodded, and the Head went on, "What did the police have 
to say?" 

"Oh, they wanted to establish what Megan's movements 
were last night." 

"Yes, we have discussed your coffee club meetings. As 
long as they are out in the open, I wasn't worried about 
them, but this changes things. Did have one complaint 
from a customer there, said the kids were taking up too 
much room with their homework." 

Jeff smiled, "Yes, David Partington I would think. He 
always complained, end of year rush, the Upper Sixth 
bothered him before their A levels last year too."

"Yes, Partington. I think it might be an idea not to 
continue these unofficial tutorials next term Jeff."

"Yes, I think so too, but they cannot stop altogether. 
What about here? Make it midweek, after school in the 
cafeteria for the Upper Sixth only. I would hope that 
would make it work."

"Yes, have a talk to Mrs Wilson, that's her territory, 
see if it is alright with her and if so, we can put up 
some notices in the Senior Common Room, otherwise, we 
can find a classroom."

The talk drifted into the trivia of re-organizing Jeff's 
unofficial gathering into official tutorials for the 
rest of the year. Just before he left, the Head said to 
Jeff, "This is likely to turn into a media circus, at 
least until the next juicy story pops its ugly head up. 
If you have anyone from the media annoying you, please 
refer them to the Council School office." 

Jeff nodded, "Yes, the police might be better. Or both." 

The day drifted and word spread of Megan White's 
disappearance. More and more of the classes seemed 
somewhat stunned about it. By the end of the day, there 
was no other topic of conversation. 

Jeff went home that afternoon, with a small bundle of 
marking to do. There wasn't much until the end of the 
week, but he wasn't planning on doing any school work 
over the holidays, it needed to be finished. 

The rest of the week passed in limbo, shock, with a 
couple of speculative stories in the press but not much 
in the way of television cameras popping up at odd 
hours. Jeff was approached by a reporter for an 
interview about Megan. Giving the reporter no room, Jeff 
told them he was instructed not to say anything, then 
referred him to the police and the Council Schools 
Office, he did not want to partake in a media frenzy 
anyway. 

Jeff holed up in his terrace, for the week, but was not 
further assailed. He went out to meet his girlfriend on 
Saturday, they were spotted at a Bolton restaurant 
having lunch. They were also seen the next day at a 
cinema in the city and CCTV cameras saw them on the M62 
on the way to Bolton, later images saw Jeff returning 
with an empty passenger seat. On Sunday evening, the 
grisly find of a body at a farm just outside the town 
bumped the missing girl from the headlines. 

Initially, it was thought the body could have been 
Megan's. The more sensational stories had the body 
quartered, but a later police report indicated that the 
victim was male, a known felon and had been stabbed and 
bludgeoned in the last 24 hours. 

Jeff Hunt was contacted by police on Monday. They 
briefly interviewed him about the extent of his 
relationship with Megan. Jeff informed them that Megan 
had been a regular at the coffee shop since before she 
completed her Year 9 studies. Police had found some of 
her friends were impressed, others were jealous, but 
more than a few were amused at the obvious flirtation 
that went on between Megan and Mister Hunt. 

Jeff replied that if there was any flirtation then it 
was on her part, and more likely in the minds of those 
students who were thinking it; but he hadn't thought her 
so immature. He patiently explained that Megan's passion 
for history led them into a closer working relationship, 
particularly when she started tutoring older students. 
She was participating in a broad OU program arranged by 
the school via the Council Schools Office, and he was 
her mentor for that, as the normal Upper Sixth Form 
curriculum was obviously inadequate for her. For Jeff, 
there was certainly nothing else in it. 

Jeff informed police that he had discussed the tutoring 
in detail with his Head Teacher when the tutoring 
started and there were certainly no misgivings on his 
part. Megan was actually doing something really valuable 
for those students. Jeff hoped his mentoring of her 
would make him the first in a series of mentors that she 
would have to ensure that she would end up as a 
historian. His praise for her talent was effusive, but 
that is all. 

Jeff's response to police was not suspicious, but 
neither was it completely reassuring. DI Coombe was not 
convinced Jeff had been fully open with them, but did 
not know which questions to ask to unravel him. DCI 
Wishall agreed, but did not feel that they needed to 
spend too much more time on him, unless something turned 
up later in the investigation. The viewing of the tapes 
from the teller machines and the security cameras showed 
that Megan walked past two of the banks, but not the 
third. There was no footage from any of the few CCTV 
cameras in that area that shed any light on what 
happened between the second and third bank. 

There were no police reports of anything unusual 
happening about the time of Megan's disappearance. No 
member of the public came forward to say they even saw 
Megan after she left the coffee shop. 

DCI Wishall reported that it was either that Megan had 
assisted in her own disappearance or she had been 
abducted by someone she trusted. The fact that Megan's 
birth certificate, her passport and student ID were 
missing indicated it was not an abduction. What DCI 
Wishall wanted to do was to link her to an adult. There 
were few people whom she would trust enough to get into 
a vehicle at their invitation, and all of them had sound 
alibis. The person most likely, he thought, to be 
involved in her disappearance was her history teacher. 

However, Mr Hunt was in the company of others, in a 
public place he was well known in, through the entire 
period that is the probable time span when an abduction 
would have taken place. It was this point that rendered 
Jeff Hunt to not be considered a suspect in a criminal 
abduction, but DCI Wishall was leaning heavily toward an 
assisted disappearance. The comments of some students 
over the next few days made him look again at the 
history teacher, but there was really nothing in his 
statements that were sounding alarms. 

The logic to this was that some observations of 
students, and a few by staff, led him to think that the 
relationship between the teacher and the student was a 
little more intense than what the teacher had led them 
to believe. There was nothing in Jeff's statement of 
that nature. He was dismissive of the suggestion Megan 
could have had a crush on him. DI Coombe thought he was 
protesting a little much, and was flattered by the 
suggestion, even while dismissing it. Megan is a 
beautiful young woman, she reasoned, but he seems too 
involved in his own relationship to have noticed her 
interest. 

Further checking of Jeff Hunt found no police records of 
him at all, except for a speeding fine from earlier in 
the year, on the motorway to Bolton. A surface 
investigation revealed he travelled to Bolton regularly, 
indicating an interest there, likely his girlfriend. 

A deeper investigation of his past revealed a lot more, 
and DI Coombe took it to her boss. "Oh!" was his first 
comment, his second was, "Let's be very careful here 
then, shall we?" 

DCI Wishall did, however, keep a discreet surveillance 
on him for a while, in case Megan had run off with him. 
His food purchases had not been any higher, his travel 
and work patterns did not seemed to have changed at all, 
his manner was as calm as anyone around him, considering 
the circumstances. Tracking his school Internet use, 
there was a lot of searching of walking trails in 
Europe, more recently around Budapest and the Black 
Forest. There was the usual hunting of historical 
information and research, but nothing out of the 
ordinary. 

His personal Internet couldn't be accessed without a 
court order, but there wasn't enough evidence to support 
such an application. The fact was, outside of the times 
and places Jeff mentioned in his statements, there was 
no evidence of contact with Megan at all. Even 
accounting for his mentoring relationship, it seemed 
that his contacts with her were not out of the ordinary 
that one may expect in a small township. 

The Wednesday he had indicated was the day he was 
leaving, Jeff Hunt was seen leaving his home without a 
passenger. Surveillance cameras saw him turn off the M62 
into Bolton, still alone, where he apparently stopped 
and picked up a passenger, a young woman. Traffic 
surveillance cameras tracked them into Leeds, then to 
Hull later that day. CCTV cameras had video footage of 
people boarding the 8:30pm ferry from Hull to Zeebrugge. 
In it, they saw Jeff Hunt and a woman of about 20 years 
of age, strawberry blonde, about 5'7" tall, glasses and 
dark eyes with shoulder length hair, covering her ears. 

When they made a careful comparison of this girl's image 
with the photos they had of Megan, police could not 
match them, the nose was a little larger and straight, 
her cheekbones higher, she seemed taller, and her 
colouring was darker than Megan's. Mr Hunt and his soon-
to-be-bride would be allowed to land in Zeebrugge 
without further surveillance. 

The missing girl was relegated by the media to below 
page four and did not make a reappearance on page one 
until she rang the police to let them know she was fine, 
safe and did not want to return home. 

Jeff told the police everything he thought they wanted 
to know. He answered their questions without appearing 
to evade anything. He answered questions in ways that 
put him into a more important role in Megan's 
development of her interest, but he was not defensive 
when questioned about their working relationship. He 
seemed as he was, a teacher helping a gifted student-
except that Jeff was a good actor. 

His studies at Cambridge did not include drama, but he 
loved being a member of the CUADC. He learned a lot 
about staging, stagecraft, makeup and directing. While 
Jeff was not a great actor, he was good enough to be 
placed occasionally in key supporting roles, but he was 
more fascinated by the production than the acting. 

***

The Real Story

Megan White started her Year 9 Autumn term appearing as 
a somewhat gawky 13 year old. Her hair was a brilliant 
black, really lustrous, straight and long. Her blue eyes 
shone, when people looked at her, her teeth were 
straight and even, her very fair skin free of the usual 
adolescent blemishes and other problems. Her nose was 
curved and not quite straight, which gave her face an 
appealing quality, rather than detracting from it. In 
short, Megan was showing all the signs of the beautiful 
young woman she was becoming. 

Her body was thin but it accentuated the developing 
curves as her breasts grew and hips spread. Megan was 
not model thin, but rather firm, a healthy firm and fit, 
not a diet thinness as many young girls can be. Her body 
movements always looked balanced and she was very much 
in control of her movements. She was a runner, not 
competitive, but she loved to run, as long as she was 
wearing a sports bra. This was something of a discussion 
with her mother, but Megan won her view. 

At the end of the first half of spring term, and her 
fourteenth birthday, Megan had blossomed, the gawky 
skinny kid was now replaced by a nascent woman. She was 
an unpretentious gorgeous young woman, not entirely 
unaware of her beauty, but comfortable with it. Her 
shadow, Peter Thorpe, the ever faithful, was attracted 
to her like iron to a magnet. 

Amongst Megan's classes was history. Always a good 
subject for her, in Year 9 there was an added dimension. 
Her teacher was just a hunk. For her, it was love at 
first sight. She felt things happening inside her that 
she had not ever experienced before. Her stomach grew 
butterflies, she could feel her nipples harden when he 
looked at her, and the end of history lessons she 
sometimes thought she would be stuck to her chair. Ever 
practical, Megan thought that if she really worked at 
history, she would attract his attention and keep it 
focused on her. 

Keeping her heart flutters under control, Megan surged 
ahead, attended Mr Hunt's coffee shop tutorials for 
Sixth Formers and by the end of Year 9 Summer Term, was 
surpassing them. 

The thought of six weeks without seeing her loved one 
was not a happy one, but that first week of holidays, 
she took Peter to the coffee shop to perhaps find him, 
they would run into him at the local supermarket and, 
more importantly, she often walked the dog, without 
Peter in tow, on the chance of running into him. She 
began to nod at him, when they met, then she was saying 
"hello", and would stop him for a brief chat about 
something historical. Talking to him always produced a 
positive result for her, he was handsome, work smart, 
and emotionally clueless, she thought. 

On his part, Jeff Hunt was seriously, professionally 
alert to her. She had really blossomed intellectually in 
the last year, her interest in history was genuine and 
helped her develop some real understanding of the 
subject. He had found himself looking forward to talking 
to her, she had become a lively conversationalist, and 
he found sometimes, not just in history. 

At the start of the second week of holidays, when Jeff 
was doing some shopping, Megan approached him, with her 
mother. Mrs White was delighted that Megan was taking 
such an interest in her school work, with history in 
particular. It seemed Megan was spending more time 
reading, history books mainly, not watching telly, 
except for Time Team and other historical documentaries, 
or chasing boys. 

"Mother! Boys, Ugh, - brainless the lot of them," Megan 
retorted, with that disgusted exasperation that only a 
teenager can inject into their "Mothers!". At that 
point, Mr Hunt looked at Megan in a slightly different 
way. Megan's mother was unaware of it, but Megan picked 
up on it, and her heart soared. Hiding her excitement, 
Megan took her mother's arm and quickly said good bye, 
dragging her Mum away. 

Jeff was a little bemused, but was also a little 
concerned. Megan was now beautiful, she was smart, 
really sexy and when she got close, her aroma, her 
scent, just seemed to intoxicate him. Get a grip, he 
said to himself. She is fourteen, he reflected, and a 
student of his. Really fuckable, but, he thought as he 
tried to bury his feelings. That night, Jeff realized he 
had been between girlfriends for weeks now, and his dick 
required some attention. For some reason, he thought 
about how good Megan looked and smelt, his dick jumped 
to instant erection and demanded it be relieved. 

Lying on his back and stroking his cock, he thought 
about nothing else, only how good she looked. He 
undressed her, slowly, touching her tits, kissing her 
nipples, plunging his fingers into her. He could see 
himself down, between her legs, licking her clit, making 
her cum as the tension in his balls mounted. His 
stroking grew more rapid, his breathing more irregular, 
his cock stronger, firmer in his hand. 

He saw his cock delving into her, pushing aside the 
folds of skin and the lips of her labia, puncturing 
through her hymen, making her cry out in pain and 
ecstasy. He could breath in the wonderful aroma of her 
as he held her close. He could hear her gasps of sexual 
delight while he plunged a rampant cock into her now 
open cunt. She screamed as he could no longer hold back 
and he felt his dick erupt with that wonderful sensation 
of pumping his cum into her. 

Jeff's real cum shot out of his dick at very high speed, 
huge gobs of it, hot to his skin. Fuck! he thought. That 
got me in the throat! What a fucking shot! Fuck, I 
really need to get laid! Cleaning himself up with 
tissues, proved a little messy, so he went into his 
bathroom and washed himself off. Back into bed, lying 
awake, he began to analyse just how much this child had 
disturbed him. 

This had never happened before. He had just had an 
incredibly intense sexual fantasy about a student, a 14-
year-old student. Not an 18 year old Upper Sixth Former, 
but a Year 9, soon to be Year 10 student. He had trouble 
getting her out of his head, and what was worse, he 
realized that he didn't really want to. Holidays were 
good to relax, but Jeff was glad he could sleep in, if 
he needed to; tomorrow, he was going to need to. His 
last thought before drifting off to sleep was, I am 
seriously going to have to be careful around her. I 
cannot let on for even an instant about what she is 
doing to me. 

In the morning, his cock was again demanding attention. 
Jeff had no choice but to accede, and again the images 
of Megan leapt into the vision of his mind, her writhing 
under him, her cries of pleasure, her smell, her smell, 
just got to him. Again he ejaculated all over himself 
another massive load. Jeff had a quick wash and dressed, 
put his shorts and joggers on and made his way out to 
the commons. 

The commons where they lived were well over 100 acres, 
with a number of walking paths, clumps of trees and 
bushes and a large pond in the middle. Summer mornings 
were sometimes a little annoying for walkers, the more 
careless users of the commons would leave used condoms 
lying around, without bothering to clean up after 
themselves. 

Those seeking sexual release concentrated in the long 
grassy areas and around the impenetrably thick stands of 
bush and trees, night or day. Jeff used the commons 
regularly, sometimes jogging, sometimes walking, taking 
different paths, cutting across paths, and often 
lamented that the pond was no good for either swimming 
in the summer or skating in the winter. However, it is a 
pretty area. 

That morning Jeff had missed the early crowd and the 
younger kids had not yet put in an appearance. There 
were few people there at that time, so Jeff could run 
himself out if he wanted to - and he needed to burn of 
that excess sexual energy that even the best of wanks, 
like the one last night and again this morning, cannot 
get rid of. 

Jogging around the commons on the concrete tracks laid 
by council years ago, Jeff saw a figure coming in the 
opposite direction, being dragged by a large dog. Oh 
God, he thought, Megan-Fuck-the last person I want to 
see here. 

"Hi Mr Hunt, how are you?" she asked when she got close 
enough. 

"Fine thanks Megan! Yourself?" he responded slowing his 
jogging, but not stopping.

"Getting lots of fresh air thanks to Winston here!" she 
laughed. "See you!" as the dog kept pulling her along. 

Phew...Jeff thought. Thanks for that and he sped up and 
away. A few minutes later, Jeff was on the other side of 
the pond, jogging through a heavily wooded area, and 
there was Megan, coming the other way, still being 
dragged by the dog. He smiled politely as he jogged 
closer to her, and he thought he saw her foot just flick 
the dog on the tail. The dog turned to look up at Megan 
and stopped, right in front of Jeff. Over he went, onto 
the hard surface, the dog yelped and Megan squeaked, 
"Ooohhh Winston!" she cried. "Oh Mr Hunt! Are you OK? Oh 
dear, I am sorry." 

With the leash in one hand, Megan bent over the fallen 
man and took his hand, pulling it to her breast. Just a 
fleeting moment.

That could have been accidental, could have been, but 
Megan had my hand and pulled it to her tit, Jeff 
thought. What the fuck?! He felt her tit, he could not 
mistake that softness under her clothing. She didn't say 
anything, she wasn't turning red or anything, like it 
never happened. But Jeff knew! His wrist tingled at her 
touch and his palm retained the memory of her tit. Did 
she really do that? Yes, she did, Jeff thought. Well, 
fuck me! Or maybe, fuck her! His dick just jumped at the 
thought, at the touch of that soft mound of cloth 
covered skin. 

"Oh look, you skinned you knee!" Megan said. "Oh wait, 
wait..." She pulled out from her pocket some tissues, 
neatly folded and clean. Megan quickly took the first 
one off and bent over, pressing the tissues to the 
wound, holding the inside of the knee in the other hand. 
She relaxed her hands and looked at the wound, and put 
the tissues back over the wound and pressed, while the 
other hand reached a little further up the inside of his 
thigh than was maybe necessary. Her soft touch halfway 
between his knee and balls did nothing but excite an 
already half-barred erection. 

"Megan," Jeff started, "I..."

"Oh please, don't worry, the bleeding will stop soon, 
its not deep," she said.

"No, it is not the wound, its..." 

"Oh please, don't say anything. Winston does not 
normally do that, we'll have you fixed up as soon as." 

"Megan..." 

"If it was any deeper, I would get Winston to lick it 
clean, dogs work wonders on cleaning open wounds, you 
know." As her hand strayed further up Jeff's leg. 

"There, stopped now," she said as she blotted up the 
bleeding. Megan removed the tissues and looked and then 
she bent over the knee and kissed his leg. "There, kiss 
it all better." 

Looking around again, Megan moved and leant over him and 
kissed him, on the lips. 

"That is for being a good patient, Mr Hunt. Didn't cry 
once." She smiled. 

"Megan, please, stop!" Megan looked around. 

"Oh Mr. Hunt, I am sorry, you were hurt, Winston is a 
very good dog," she moved closer to him, and as he 
stood, she seemed to flow into his arms, pressing 
herself to him, obviously on the pretext of helping him 
stand. 

"Oh, Megan now stop it! This is entirely inappropriate!" 
he said. 

"Oh no" she said as she stepped back and pointed to his 
dick, "That could be inappropriate, or rather, as that 
is for me, totally appropriate." 

Jeff realized his erection was making a rather obvious 
tent in his shorts. 

"I'll tell you what, Mr Hunt, I know where you live and 
if I come around a little later this evening you can 
show me some more of that." Megan said, looking directly 
at his cock. 

"Megan..." 

"Oh, it's OK, Mr Hunt. I'll come after dark, or should 
that be I will cum after dark?" 

"Megan, no, don't come!" 

"OK then, tomorrow night."

"No, not then either!"

"Well, that is telling me something different Mr Hunt." 
Looking squarely at his now blossomed cock, smiling.

Jeff tried to will his erection away, but it just seemed 
to grow harder. Fuck me, he thought, it is, but no, 
can't happen. He turned and walked away, but not too 
fast. Fuck, he thought, what did she just do to me? He 
knew if he turned and looked she would be there, but 
that didn't stop him, and she was, looking at his bum, 
without any self-consciousness. She smiled and his heart 
just leapt out of his chest, into his throat. He turned 
and ran all the way home like a scared little schoolboy. 
What the fuck are you doing to me, Megan, he thought. 

Jeff's day dragged by, and he realized that he was 
really hoping that Megan would not come, would come, 
would chicken out, would turn up with bells on. He knew 
he had a rather painful erection several times through 
the day and he looked to the evening with hope and 
anxiety. He was losing it, he had never been in so much 
emotional turmoil in his life, not even when Mother 
died. Megan's nearness that morning had overwhelmed him, 
his nostrils were still filled with her scent, his eyes 
full of her image, his heart palpitating every time he 
thought of her and his cock with anticipation of what 
might happen. Fuck, he thought, all this over a fourteen 
year old. What the fuck is the matter with me? 

Several times Jeff picked his car keys up and went to 
leave the terrace. It was a three story terrace, with 
both front and rear access and his car was parked in the 
rear. His family purchased the entire block, putting it 
into a Trust, during the Great Depression at a bargain 
basement price, according to his grandfather, and after 
the War had refurbished it. They had lived there until 
the company was really sound, then moved to London, but 
kept this block of terraces. 

Over time, more and more of the terraces were sold off 
individually by the Trust, making substantial profit. 
This was the only one the family had left, well, he 
owned it now, not the family. It had been extensively 
remodelled, heavily insulated, double glazed windows, 
better heating, lighting throughout, when the family had 
lived in it. Mother and Father lived here after they 
were married, all their children were born here. 

His mother had bought it from the family trust, and 
passed it to Jeff when she died. He was still at Eton 
and was always coming back here as he looked for a job 
in this area after graduation. The family had moved into 
grandfather's rather palatial residence in Mayfair when 
he died, leaving this with tenants. Jeff cleaned it up 
and refitted the place when he moved back in, it was a 
safe haven from his father. 

Sunset happened and the twilight was gradually replaced 
by darkness. It seemed that Megan was not coming, she 
had chickened out. At one level, Jeff heaved a sigh of 
relief, but at another level, just below his belt, he 
was becoming increasingly disappointed. Time passed and 
Megan still did not show, so Jeff considered what he was 
going to do. 

First thing's first, into the city and see if I can find 
a decent fuck. Then make my own routines variable. 
Shopping on different days, jogging earlier in the day, 
anywhere I was meeting Megan, vary that routine. Make 
sure there-

A soft tapping from the back door intruded upon Jeff's 
musings. A few seconds later, a slightly louder rapping 
came. Jeff went and opened it, and Megan just pushed 
past him, into the house. 

"Megan, what are you doing here? You can't be here!" 

She turned and pushed the door shut. "Don't want the 
neighbours finding out about this." 

"Jesus, anyone could have seen you coming." 

"Well they won't. That is why I am all in black. Someone 
might have seen someone passing but they would never 
recognize me." She was so confident of herself Jeff fell 
silent. He was stunned by her audacity actually. "I came 
in through the back lane, and with the hoodie, there 
would not be too many people who would realize I was a 
girl." She move forward and hugged him, and his body 
just took over. He returned the hug and then realized 
she was here, and she is under aged. He froze. 

"Oh please, you can hug me. I don't bite - hard, 
anyway." 

"You cannot be here!"

"I know, you keep telling me. But I am now, so we will 
just have to talk about it, Jeff"

Jeff blinked, "I think..."

"A girl is allowed to call her future husband by his 
first name isn't she?" 

"WHAT!" Jeff exclaimed, "Future husband!" Jeff was 
shocked at this bald pronouncement. 

"Yes, and don't be so shocked. I've known about it for 
ages, well OK, since I fell in love with you last year. 
There will never be anyone else I could ever love." 

"Megan! You cannot..."

"Of course I can dear, that is how it is!"

"Megan! Will you allow me to finish a sentence!"

"Yes, I just did, now obviously we really have to take 
things easy, and make sure no-one else finds out about 
this..."

"If you do not stop, I will just throw you out!" He knew 
he should, but he couldn't. 

"OK, sorry. Can I take this off now?" 

"No, you won't be here long enough!"

"Oh! That's disappointing, but I am rather warm, I 
jogged here, this is heavy and I do need a drink, I 
might faint with heat," she said. 

"Oh yes, OK." She turned away from Jeff and undid the 
buttons on her full length coat. Jeff noted the sneakers 
were dark as well and bare legs protruded from under the 
coat. Jeff saw her spread her arms opening her coat, 
then shrugged it off and tossed it onto the bench 
alongside her. He then saw her, dressed only in a bra 
and what might be called knickers. Jeff was just blown 
away. From one moment to the next, she just took control 
of him and turned his world on its head. 

"A bit daring you think?" she asked, innocently. 

Jeff could not even speak, this vision of beauty, in his 
parlour, wearing considerably less than he was. 

"Now, please, Jeff, time to stop and hear me out. I was 
really only kidding about the husband thing. What we are 
both experiencing is sheer lust. I wasn't really kidding 
about how I feel about you though. I got involved in 
history just to be close to you, you know. Who'd have 
thought I actually have a flair for it?

"I must admit though, that in your classes there have 
been days when I thought that I would be unable to stand 
without the chair coming with me I was just so damned 
wet - ergo lust." 

"What? What on earth are you talking about?"

"You know there are days when you are just so damned 
sexy that I would just become so wet in the loins that I 
was afraid I would be stuck to the chair. I would want 
you so badly that I would be like thinking I could climb 
over everyone else in the room and shag you right then 
and there. And who cares if they are watching. Does that 
make me a slut you think?" 

"Stop for a moment, let me catch up here." Jeff took a 
deep breath, "First, you cannot be here, you are a 
student of mine, and you are only 14 years old. We 
certainly cannot have a relationship, not a physical one 
anyway." 

Jeff could feel the disappointment in his cock, but it 
did not prevent it from becoming large as he was talking 
and taking Megan in. Fuck she is not a child, that is 
for sure. Her breasts were threatening to jump out of 
her bra, and the knickers, well, slim fits, he would 
call them, covering bits but just barely. Although the 
sneakers were incongruent with the spectacularly sexy 
almost outfit she was wearing. Oh fuck, get a grip and 
not on your cock you stupid bastard! Jeff thought, not 
of her either! 

"I know, but that is a legal fiction. Legislation that 
is meaningless in the real world." 

"No, not fiction, not meaningless when you are being 
sent down for three to ten years it's not." Jeff noticed 
the light tones of her skin above the breast line and 
the curves of her waist, pushing out to her hips, her 
mons barely covered by her knickers, dark hairs 
protruding from the edges. He really wondered what she 
would look like completely naked. Fuck! Get a grip! he 
told himself. 

"mmm OK, I agree, but then we just have to make sure no 
one ever finds out. Elaborate stories come unstuck too 
quickly, so no story at all would be best. Basically, if 
no-one sees us together at anytime, outside of the 
obvious, then there would be no suspicion. We cannot 
have any suspicion." 

"Wait up! I am not agreeing with any of this, time for 
you to get dressed and go home as quietly as you came." 
After a good rogering, little head completed the 
sentence, Oh for fuck's sake, give over!

"Jeff, I came here tonight to have sex for the first 
time. I have been practicing this for weeks. Getting out 
of the house, finding different ways to get here that 
avoid well lit areas and CCTV. I have three routes, and 
I can see if anyone is tailing me at different points. 
There is a number of little hiding spots I can dodge 
into quickly to avoid being seen if I need to. Today on 
the commons seems to indicate that tonight would be a 
good night." 

"What? What?" Jeff started, "Have you been planning 
this?" His dick would just argue its way out of his 
pants, if he let it.

"Yes. It started out as just a fantasy, a schoolgirl 
crush, if you like. But then my libido took over, and I 
started being places I though you would be. I studied 
history really hard, and found it easy. You know those 
tutorials we have on Monday evenings were like dreams. I 
got to spend extra time with you and no one would 
question either of us as to why we were spending so much 
time together. It was then I knew that this is where I 
wanted to end up, with you and me together, without 
interruption, naked, open in our sexuality. That is why 
I was so glad to see you this morning, and your 
reaction, wow!" 

"Megan, no, this is... is... just wrong." Not for little 
head, his body told him. 

"Funny you know. You can be prosecuted and gaoled for 
fucking me, but I can't for fucking you. How is that for 
a really bad law. Besides, how would Mary get on today?" 

"Mary, who is Mary?" 

"The Virgin Mary. Virgin my arse, immaculate conception? 
Rubbish, but the really important point here is that 
when she gave birth to Jesus, she was fourteen, 
according to the Apocrypha. I am going to leave the rest 
of this nonsense alone. God got a 14 year old girl 
pregnant and has gotten away with it for 2000 years."

"But who is the adult here?"

"Adult by legal definition is a nonsense. It is an 
arbitrary line that segregates us as a society in a way 
that is really meaningless. There are fourteen year olds 
who meet the criteria for the definition of an adult and 
twenty-four year olds who do not. There are parts of the 
world where fourteen is considered adult, still." She 
argued. 

"Moving away from the point aren't we?" 

"That is the point, isn't it?" Megan replied. "I am 
physically mature, I have breasts- Aren't they nice?" 
Jeff refrained form saying anything but the tent in his 
pants was speaking volumes. "I have a period, regularly, 
so can conceive, I am smart enough to know what I want, 
mature enough to know that the world is not black and 
white, and if I want something, I have to work for it. 
What I do not have is experience. And that, is why I am 
here now. I want a genuinely adult experience." 

"Megan!" 

"Can you please start a sentence with something other 
than 'Megan!'" 

Jeff was stopped in his tracks. He could say nothing in 
the face of the sheer nerve of this woman-child. 

"Oh look please," Megan said, "Jeff, I want you. Simple 
as that. You want me too, I saw that this morning and 
now, look at you." She moved closer to Jeff, and he 
stepped back a little, she moved closer, he stepped into 
the wall, "Don't fight it, Jeff, just go with it. The 
distance between us is a lot shorter now than it was a 
few moments ago." She was looking at a treacherous dick 
that was struggling to take a more prominent part in 
this discussion. 

Jeff knew he wasn't fighting too hard, otherwise he 
would have just slammed the door in her face, before she 
had a chance to get inside. She moved to press herself 
to him, and reached her hands around his neck, pulling 
his face down to hers. Turning her face up, she kissed 
him, and pressed her body closer to him. 

Jeff felt the immediate affects that such a sensual kiss 
could produce. So did Megan. His fear of the reactions 
she was generating inside him held him back, he still 
hadn't even wrapped his arms around her. His hope that 
this was more than just an incredibly vivid wet dream 
drove his body. His engorged tool was hard in his pants, 
her soft mouth, her just so sexy aroma, enveloped him in 
sensuality. 

Damn, Jeff thought as he felt himself getting lost in 
the sheer emotional storm being near her brought him, a 
stiff dick really has no conscience. He could no longer 
hold himself. 

He moved then, holding her, making sure she would not 
disappear on him. He kissed her back, fervently. She 
responded by pressing herself as close as she could get, 
promising to squeeze the clothes between them out. 
Reaching around her back, Jeff fumbled with the bra 
catch and it came open. Their closeness prevented it 
from falling away, but that didn't matter, when they did 
separate it would come off. He cupped one of the cheeks 
of her bum in his hand pulling her hips closer to his 
own. There was no doubt she was feeling the huge 
hardened cock pressing into her lower belly. As their 
kiss continued she was not shy in gyrating her body to 
rub against his tool. 

"Take me to a bed," Megan said softly as she broke the 
kiss.

Her bra fell away revealing for the first time her 
large, soft, white globes, capped by darkened aureoles, 
her nipples hard and standing upright, proud of their 
arousal. She used each foot to prise her sneakers off, 
then, hooking her thumbs into her knickers, Megan pulled 
them down, allowing them to fall to her ankles where she 
stepped out of them. Fully naked now, she showed herself 
to him, glorying in his vision of her. Reaching out, she 
ran her hand over Jeff's prick, cooing in delight for 
the manner in which she excited him. "Ooooh, all for 
me... yuuuummm!" she whispered. 

She took his hand and softly said, "Lead on, my lover." 

Jeff moved from the wall, and guided her to the nearby 
stairs, up to the master bedroom. Getting to the 
landing, he stopped, holding her back, then bent and 
picked her up in his arms, before they moved through the 
doorway. Kissing her like this was a little awkward, but 
she hung onto his neck and returned his kiss as he 
stepped through into the bedroom. 

Jeff placed her lengthways on the bed and rapidly 
stripped. When his underpants fell off, his cock 
displayed itself in all its seven inch glory. Leaning 
over her, Jeff kissed her lips, her neck, then her 
breasts, suckling on each nipple, savouring the flavour 
of this beautiful young near woman. He ran his hands 
over the soft surfaces of her skin and made his way to 
dark triangle of hair between her thighs. Pushing her 
legs apart, exposing the centre of her excitement, Jeff 
ran his hand along that silken thatch. 

"Do you masturbate until you cum?" Jeff asked.

"Oh yeah...ooh! ... Every night... dreaming... ooh... of 
you... ahhh... doing... exactly... ohh... this!" Megan 
gasped. Jeff smiled and continued kissing across the 
bottom of her ribs. 

"Good!" he said, "You can cum whenever you like then..." 

Megan's breathing became short, erratic gasps as Jeff 
ran his fingers over the very, very wet lips of her 
labia. Gently inserting his finger along the furrow, 
Jeff did not try to penetrate her with a finger, just 
found her clit and gently massaged it while kissing 
closer and closer to it. Jeff smeared Megan's juices all 
over her mons, in her pubes, around the labia and down, 
into the crack of her arse. Even though he was probing 
her belly button with his tongue, he was breathing in 
her heady aroma. His tongue lapped her skin, tasting of 
her, absorbing her delicious oils though his taste buds.

Moving his mouth downward, continuing to massage Megan's 
clit, Jeff lapped the moist hairs covering her sex. For 
the first time he tasted the Ambrosia of Megan, a highly 
addictive mixture of pussy juice, hair and skin oils 
that he knew, just knew, that would forever be joined in 
his life. 

Replacing his fingers with his tongue, Megan jumped as 
his lapping took over, "AAAAggghhh..." she cried as she 
felt the gentle ministrations of his tongue driving the 
pleasure sensations emanating from her sex. Each 
sensation came as the other subsided, then closer and 
closer together as she felt her muscles tightening 
signalling the onset of an orgasm. 

While Jeff lapped her clit, Megan felt his finger 
probing her hole and as he pushed inside her for the 
first time a wave of convulsions swept over her. Her 
orgasm hit her like a massive wave, pushing her under, 
tumbling her emotions round and round, only to be hit 
with another wave, forcing her entire body to flush in a 
surge of heat. "FUUUUK!" she cried, "CUMMING!" as her 
orgasm seized every muscle and shook it, releasing it, 
then seizing it again. Her lungs seemed unable to gasp 
in air, her heart seemed to stop in the face of the 
sheer pleasure of it. 

Megan collapsed on the bed as Jeff continued to lap her 
clit and poke his finger in and out of her. To Megan, it 
seemed only seconds had passed and Jeff's kept his 
fingering and lapping going of her, again setting her on 
the path to another orgasm. She knew she had never been 
so wet, never been so aroused, she could smell it, an 
overwhelming odour of sexuality that permeated the 
entire room. "That was unbelievable!" Megan cried 
between gasps for breath, "Never cum like that before!" 

"Not over yet, babe!" Jeff replied as he lifted his 
mouth off her cunt. 

Jeff got onto his knees and lifted her legs off the bed 
and pushed her knees back toward her shoulders. In this 
position, her sex was in the air, and with her knees 
spread, he was able to plunge his mouth onto her vagina, 
engulfing it completely. His tongue stabbed into her, 
brushing aside her blood engorged lips, diving into her 
vaginal opening as deep as he could go. He lapped her 
vagina, then searched for her clit, then back to the 
virgin opening, then back to the clit in a circular 
motion, covering all parts in between. Juice flowed 
freely from her, covering her arse hole, and as he lick 
upward, the tongue-pushed excess flowed through her 
pubic hair onto her abdomen. 

Megan was again swept away by the onrushing orgasm, her 
spasms as strong as the first, if not stronger. She was 
over the top again, her muscles just taking over in a 
delight of pleasure. Again and again, "A-a-a-r-r-g-g-g-
hhh!" She could not do anything other than make noise, 
she couldn't speak a word, only make the noises of the 
ultra-stimulated woman in an orgasm. Jeff dropped her 
legs back down and moved to lie alongside her, holding 
her, touching her breasts, her mons, her bare skin. 

"Please," she said, as she got her breath back, "You 
just have to fuck me now!!!" 

"Yes, soon my love, soon," he replied, "I just want to 
make sure you are comfortable, and really ready for it." 
He kissed her, then taking a breast in his mouth softly 
suckled on the hardened nipple. "Oooohhh yes, I am that 
now, for sure. Your love, true and certain." 

"This is for you, tonight is your night." Jeff said as 
he moved over her, "But first," he reached over to open 
the dresser drawer, fumbling around in the draw he found 
what he was looking for and pulled out a small silver 
packet. Breaking it open with his teeth, he said, "No 
way do you want to get pregnant." He quickly put the 
condom on as Megan spluttered that she hadn't actually 
thought about it-but he was right and she didn't want 
him to get into trouble as her lover. 

"This is going to hurt a bit, this time, but it will get 
better, promise." 

"I know, I know- I want it to hurt! I never want to 
forget this moment!" 

Jeff covered her, his knees between her spread legs, an 
arm on either side of her body, he saw her breasts 
flattening out as gravity pulled them down and outward. 
His condom covered cock was so hard, so aroused he was 
initially unable to get it engaged in her love canal. 
Lowering himself a little more, he felt the lips of her 
labia open for him, catching the knob just at the 
entrance. She gasped as his invading flesh pushed into 
her. Jeff felt the obstruction of her hymen, "Relax" he 
said as she moaned and started to tense up a little in 
anticipation, "You are going to love this."

Jeff pulled back a little, his cock moving outward, 
until he could feel it about to fall out, Fuck she is 
tight, well she should be for her first, he thought. He 
eased it back in until he again he felt his passage 
blocked by her hymen. He pulled back again, only this 
time he thrust in hard, smashing his way through the 
barrier. Megan cried out, but Jeff ignored her, pumping 
in and out as hard as he could. Megan cried out again 
and again, every time Jeff thrust into her tight snatch. 

He could feel the tension building in him quickly as the 
combination of her incredibly tight pussy, the heady 
scent of her arousal, the lingering taste of her on his 
lips took hold of his body. "Yes-Yes-YES!" he cried as 
his cock enlargened only to spasm, shooting his cum into 
the catcher of the condom. Each wave of pleasure, wound 
its way outward from his instrument of lust, making him 
want it to just keep going. He kept pumping as best he 
could their moans of pleasure and pain echoing around 
the bedroom. 

Collapsing on top of Megan after he spent, Jeff's body 
throbbed at their dual heartbeats, seemingly in unison. 
His cock though had other ideas, it did not fully 
detumesce as it ordinarily would after such a strong 
cum, instead it kept up, but he was lacking in the 
sexual energy to keep his thrusting movements going. The 
lovers held each other, Megan for reassurance, Jeff for 
the tenderness of his sex, still half hard. They were 
physically joined by the cock buried in that recently 
demolished haven of purity. 

When Megan managed to get her breath back and Jeff 
rolled onto his side, holding this precious woman beside 
him, she asked, "Is it always like that? So intense?" 

"I hope so," Jeff smiled, "but not likely, I am not sure 
we could keep that pace up for too long." He mused a 
little further, "No, sometimes it's going to be even 
more demanding, others will be slow and languid love, 
sometimes it will be tired love, others anxious love, 
and every emotional context in between." 

"I hope it is though," she said, "I have cum when 
masturbating, but nowhere nearly as intense. Is it like 
that when someone else does it for you? With their 
fingers or tongue?" 

"Mmmm, pretty much I would think, but not all the time 
though. I doubt our bodies are made for that kind of 
pleasure. How do you feel?"

"Oh wonderful! A little sore, down there, but wow, just 
great otherwise- really tired though. I don't think I 
can walk home for a while" 

"Aaahhh!" Jeff paused. "That's OK, just sleep for now. 
and we can talk a little later." Jeff reset the alarm on 
his mobile phone, to wake him at 3:00, just in case he 
slept. Megan was breathing regularly, evenly, the deep 
breaths of a contentedly sleeping person. Just after he 
put the phone down he had the thought he had better wash 
her up, but it seemed the alarm was buzzing before he 
had completed the thought. 

Megan stirred beside him. "Come on. Better wash you up." 
Jeff took her still half asleep into the connected 
bathroom and ran the hot water in the hand basin. He 
turned to leave and she grabbed his hand, indicating she 
wanted him here. Megan used the toilet, then started to 
wash herself, no embarrassment, no modesty, just a glow 
about her that wasn't obvious before. 

"How do you feel now?" 

"Not as sore, but really relaxed and just wonderful, 
actually." 

She drew Jeff closer, and using the face washer on him, 
she washed him down as well, his semi-hard cock growing 
at her touch. Dropping the pretence of washing him, she 
took his dick in hand and ran her hand up and down it, 
making it harder than it was.

Jeff moaned as she drew him closer, "Ooohh you better 
stop or you may not get out of here tonight," he said 
regretfully. 

"Ohh," came the disappointed reply, "Yes, I know, 
restraint is just as important as daring. But next time, 
I want to see you shooting your stuff, deal?" 

"Yes, for sure. Then I will just have to make you cum 
with my tongue again." Jeff was extremely happy she 
talked of a next time.

"And I will really be looking forward to that." They 
finished washing, then went downstairs to pick up their 
clothing. As she got dressed, Jeff marvelled at the 
beauty of this woman. How did she do it? Jeff made some 
tea for them, and they sat at the breakfast bar, holding 
hands. 

"Time to talk," he said. "Now the hard part, it's nearly 
4:00a.m., and you are going to have to get home before 
dawn. What is the routine at home?" 

"Mum and Dad are in bed, they usually go to bed at about 
10 and up around 6ish. I have been staying up later some 
nights, and others been in bed before them, and 
sometimes at the same time. Tonight I was in bed before 
them, waiting for them to go to sleep. Sometimes, I am 
up before them and go out for a walk, or a run. Dad 
doesn't mind but mum is not always happy I will do it 
before sunrise." 

"How did you get out without being noticed?" 

"My bedroom window, I am on the ground floor on the 
other side of the house from their bedroom. It is a 
semidetached, two story place, four bedrooms they bought 
before they found out I was going to be their only 
child. I made sure there is nothing under the window, 
and there is an amount of light from the street that is 
just enough to see by. If I use the front door, I can 
usually get out and in without disturbing them - but not 
always." 

"Getting back in through the window if you need to?" 

"Yep, the fence is low enough to jump over without 
noise, but is solid- and the driveway is really old, 
hard, non-slip concrete so will be ok even in winter. Or 
I can always fake coming in from a run, if I run really 
late, I have a dark tracksuit so that might be a better 
option than the coat. Only wanted to surprise you with 
the lack of clothing." 

"You did that, mmmm. Well, you have that end covered, 
what about the getting here and back?" 

"I have been practicing for the last month or so." Megan 
admitted.

Jeff's eyes just about popped out of his head in 
surprise. "What?"

"Oh please, let's not go back to this," Megan replied, 
"I have been dreaming about getting into your bed for a 
while and this slinking about was always going to be a 
part of it. I had to practice. Different times of the 
night to get out of the house and get back in, unseen. 
Walking around at night, finding places to hide if 
needed, the best routes here and back. 

"I checked CCTV camera placements to make sure I could 
avoid them, and found out how to not be recognized at 
night from their images. I can check if I am being 
followed, and all that. I have read enough history to 
realize that carelessness has its own rewards. We cannot 
ever be careless here, and the one thing I thought of 
but completely forgot about was a condom. Glad you 
didn't, because I got carried away in the heat of the 
moment as it were."

"OK, so you know what you want and have worked out how 
to get it then. What happens if we get seen? How about 
if you get caught out of the house? What about if 
someone spots you walking home and attacks you?"

"OK, I can't see everything. But I have a small spray 
deodorant in my pocket, spray that in someone's face and 
it is going to distract them, and I am pretty fast on my 
feet when I need to be. It's also why I have a number of 
little hiding spots on every route to and from here. If 
worse comes to worse, I can use my mobile to call you 
and you can drive past an area to frighten off anyone. 
My phone is set to vibrate only, no ring tone-yeah, Suzy 
Crandall and I went to see World War Z, so no noisy 
mobiles." she smiled. "I better go." she said as she 
finished her tea. 

"What about the dog? Won't it start barking when you try 
to get back in?" 

"Nah, he sleeps most of the time now. Despite his 
strength, he really is older, so he sleeps. Most of the 
time he has been seeing me off and wants a pat before I 
climb in the window." 

Before he let her out the door, Jeff kissed her, but it 
wasn't an ordinary kiss, it was the full sensuous kiss 
of a lover, giving his beloved a deep part of his soul. 
Megan responded in kind, and Jeff knew his fate was 
always going to be bound with this woman. Funnily 
enough, he could no longer think of her as a child, even 
though she is just fourteen and he had just taken her 
virginity. For Jeff age was not the criteria for 
womanhood, not anymore. Later he realised there was 
nothing really clumsy about her kissing either, she 
wasn't shy at all, or pretended a modesty, he didn't 
understand this. Wow, he thought, she really is 
something new. 

Life did not return to normal for either of them. Two 
nights later, Megan appeared at Jeff's back door again. 
For the next two hours they made love, talked, and made 
love again. Megan was back the next night, and in bed, 
just after Megan cum under Jeff's tender tongue, said, 
"You lick me to make me cum, I need to be able to suck 
you to make you cum." 

Jeff loved that she was just so up front about sex, no 
false modesty, or reticence, just real interest and 
willingness to try new things. 

"OK," Jeff said, "I think you might want to take it 
easy, it is not everyone's cup of tea." 

"Not a chance," Megan replied laughing, "I want to know 
how to give you as much pleasure as you give me, 
turnabout is fair play, goose and gander thingy." 

Jeff shook his head smiling, and lay back, resting his 
upper torso on the headboard of the bed, spreading his 
legs. 

"OK, get here, on your knees. This way first, later 
other ways, OK?" 

Megan got into position and then leant forward, kissing 
Jeff on the mouth, "I will try not to be bad at it." 

"You'll be brilliant - with practice," he said, smiling. 

"...and lots of it, I expect," she replied. 

"Take it in your hand, look at it. Look at the knob, 
that is where the majority of nerve endings are, you got 
one too, only it is called the clit. Its medical name in 
'penis minora', while the guy's dick is 'penis majora'." 
Jeff started. "Now, look at the lip of the knob, see 
where it rolls around like a helmet on the top, but it 
sweeps into an inverted V underneath. Now, take your 
hand and gently move it up and down, making sure you 
pass over the edge of the knob. Yes, that is it, slowly, 
and not too tight. This is best with some Baby oil, that 
way you don't generate too much friction and cause split 
dick."

"Cause what?" 

"Split dick, split the skin of the dick. It's annoying 
and can sting like crazy, so you need to be careful of 
it." he said. "You can pick up a bit of speed, and while 
this is not the best angle to be pulling a dick at, it 
is still pleasurable." 

"So when do I get to the sucking bit?" 

"When you think it is hard enough is one way. Or you can 
start sucking, but you have to be careful with that." 

"Oh?" 

"Yes, if it gets hard, really hard in your throat, it 
can cause you to gag, or choke you. So be careful. For 
the moment, best start with a bit of hand first, later, 
please yourself. Ooohh that is nice, just like that." 
Megan gently rubbed his cock back and forward, making it 
really hard. 

"OK, I think I got it, now to suck." 

"If you like." Megan nodded. "OK, now this is not easy, 
well not as easy as the girls in porn seem to make it, 
anyway."

"How do you know? Ever suck a dick?" 

"Oh god no, strictly hetro, I am. Very ordinary, I am 
afraid." 

"I am not."

"Not what? Strictly hetro?" 

"No, not afraid, as for the other, let's get used to the 
common or garden variety relationship first." She 
smiled, the kind of smile that just lit up her face, and 
the room around her.

"There is absolutely nothing common about this 
relationship I can tell you, my love."

"Good, there is nothing common about me, I am very 
uncommon, I think."

"Unique, I suggest." Megan just preened in the light of 
that. Naked, with her hand full of cock, Jeff marvelled 
at how she could do that. 

"OK, now, what you are going to have to do is to just 
slowly take it into your mouth. Don't gulp it, let the 
head push your lips apart. Oh, keep your teeth out of 
the way too. "

"How? I can't take my teeth out, well not yet, maybe in 
another fifty years or so, but not yet."

"Hold your jaws open and just use your lips. "

"Oh.. well, here goes." Megan lowered her head onto his 
cock, following his advice about taking it slowly. She 
felt the knob pushing against her lips and opened her 
jaws as she allowed it to penetrate through the soft 
skin, into her mouth. 

"Ahhh," Jeff sighed, "That's good, now, once you get the 
knob in, use your tongue to lap the underside of it." 

Megan again followed Jeff's instructions, lapping at his 
prick. She wiped her tongue all over the knob, exciting 
Jeff. "Ooooooo, that is very nice darling. Aaaaahhhh, 
very nice indeed. You would be getting a... oooooo... 
load of precum... aaahhh. Now this is where it gets 
tricky. Take as much into your mouth... ooooo... as is 
comfortable... uuuuuggggghhhhh... then suck in and lift 
your head so your lips touch the rim of my knob." 

Megan lifted her head, sucking and did as she was 
instructed. 

"As you are lifting your head, breath out through your 
nose, when you are at the top, and as you lower your 
head, breath in. Just a slow and steady rhythm. Don't 
take too much cock in until you are more comfortable 
with it. Then when you get it right, you can relax the 
muscles at the back of your throat and not gag when you 
take it all in. You will be able to keep it deep in your 
throat, if you keep your breathing right for a while, 
but that too takes practice." 

Megan practiced for a while, timing her breathing, 
sucking, lifting her head, just slowly at first, then 
speeding it up a bit as she took more and more of his 
cock into her mouth. At one point, Megan took too much 
in and gagged on it, but then slowed it down a little. 
She didn't get it all right, but she was really making 
the effort. She had to stop after about 5 minutes, her 
neck and jaw were getting sore. But she had sucked 
Jeff's lovely cock. With a bit of practice, she would 
soon be able to give him a full blow job, she thought. 

"Sucking is not like me licking you." Jeff said, "It is 
much more difficult, and it takes a while to get right." 

He was right, Megan thought, "Just takes practice, you 
available for after school lessons then?" she laughed. 
"But I still want to see you shoot. So, onto your back 
and I will pull your tool." 

"Use the baby oil, makes it easier," 

Jeff lay flat on his back, Megan moved off the bed and 
got the baby oil, then standing at the side of the bed, 
she poured some over his hard cock. "Cold," he said. 
"Oh, sorry, but won't be for long." 

Reaching over, she took his hard rod into her hand. 
Wrapping her hand around the heated rod gave Megan a 
thrill, she was holding his cock, something she will 
never tire of. Moving her hand up and down, she felt the 
smooth texture of his silken tool, marvelling at the 
feel of it, both hard and yielding in her hand. She 
slowly sped up, into a rhythm and his ooooos and aaahhhs 
became more pronounced, he started pumping his hips and 
said, "Ooh darling, cumming soon, soon, cumming NOW!" As 
he shot his cum into the air. 

She tried to aim it at his face, and was disappointed 
when she hit his shoulder and the pillow under his head. 
But there were three streams of cum, the first going the 
furthest, pushed out to an extreme range. The second did 
make it to his ribs but the third did little more than 
spout as a low pressure water tap, not reaching much 
above his pubic hair, to his lower abdomen. Wow, that is 
what it looks like then, she thought. 

All through her pulling of his dick, she watched his 
face, trying to gauge the pleasure she was giving him. 
She wasn't disappointed when she saw his eyelids flutter 
as he shot his semen. It was brilliant, she thought, I 
want more.

Megan saw how his sperm shoots from the end of his cock, 
the lines of cum like string across his body, she dipped 
her finger into it and licked it. 

"A bit salty," she said, "but still nice enough to eat." 
She scooped more off his body and licked her hand clean. 

So Megan learned how to suck a cock, how to masturbate 
him properly. She learned how to give pleasure, and take 
it. 

He fucked her one evening and after he ejaculated, he 
went to take the condom off, but Megan did it instead. 
Removing the condom, she tied a knot in the end, like he 
did, but then she leant over and kissed his detumescing 
dick. She then took it into her mouth, using her tongue 
and lips to wipe it clean of any semen. By this time 
Jeff was almost hard again, so she kept on sucking his 
dick. 

Jeff moved, and pulling Megan into position, turned it 
into a post-coital 69er. Jeff made Megan cum again, and 
as she shook in orgasm, she stopped sucking him. Jeff 
took the opportunity to withdraw from her mouth and as 
she finished cumming, he maneuverer her head to the 
pillow, where he kissed her, deeply.

As they were lying in each others arms, Jeff ran his 
hands over her body, and made her shiver in delight at 
his touch. 

"Back to work next week," he said. 

"I know, don't remind me," she replied, "Might have to 
wind our nocturnal activities back a little. Otherwise 
neither of us are going to get enough sleep." 

"Well, that is not exactly what I was thinking." Jeff 
started, "In class with you and not being able to touch 
you is going to be difficult." 

"Oh, yes, that too. And there will be opportunities that 
we will just not be able to take advantage of either. 
There is no way we can allow ourselves to be 
compromised. Patience and daring, restraint and 
boldness, we just have to put our emotions on hold 
during the day, but at night, we can play then."

"I know we have to, but this I can tell you," Jeff 
swallowed before continuing, "Megan, I love you, I want 
to be with you, to share your life."

Megan was stunned to hear him actually say it, "And I 
feel the same way. I want to be with you, always." 

"Will you marry me?" He asked. 

"Jeff!" She really jumped out of her skin, she certainly 
did not expect to be proposed to while naked, in bed 
with her lover, after just completing another wonderful 
evening of lovemaking. "Of course I will, I will marry 
you, my love." She cried, her tears of joy spilling on 
him as he held her, she kissed him deeply.

Rolling on top of him, straddling him, she could feel 
his arousal and she took hold of his stick, holding it 
up and lowering herself onto it. "I will love you to the 
end of my days, through the good times, and the bad. I 
will love you from the very depths of my soul, for ever 
and ever," Megan said, taking his rampant cock inside 
herself. 

Meeting her thrusts, "I love you, and always will, to 
the end of my days, my love." 

They continued their passion for each other and their 
constant practice meant they could now time their 
orgasms better. Megan was getting closer and she laid 
down on him, kissing him as her orgasm radiated through 
her body. The spasms of muscles in her twat, clasped on 
Jeff's dick demanding he cum in her, and he did. She 
felt, for the first time, the hot stream of cum filling 
her up in a way she had never felt before. She felt the 
spasms of his dick as he shot, unrestricted by a condom. 

"Oh fuck!" Jeff cried, "I wasn't wearing a rubber!" 

"Oh fuck!" cried Megan, "Who cares?" 

"I do, you must not get pregnant!" 

"I don't think that is going to happen," she went on 
calmly, "My next period is due day after tomorrow. I am 
pretty regular, but I can go two-three days overdue. The 
way I am feeling, it might start tomorrow. I had just 
finished my period the first time we made love, my 
darling, so I am not worried." 

"You sure- it's all right, babe?"

"Oh yes, but if you like, you might want to help me stop 
those little wigglies from getting too far," she smiled.

Jeff knew that smile, she wanted him to do something to 
her, "Oh?"

"Well, you could clean me up," she laughed.

"I could..." then the penny dropped, "you don't mean 
with a face washer and warm water do you?" She shook her 
head. "Well, it is a little like asking someone to pick 
their nose and eat it." 

"Eewww! Well, no, it's not. I eat your cum, I love it! 
And I will tell you what else I like too, when you make 
me cum with your mouth, and your mouth is covered with 
my juice, I love the taste of you and me when we kiss. 
That the same?" 

"Mmmm no..." 

"Then what makes it different? Or am I just a cum slut?" 

"And I love that you are MY cum slut!" Jeff retorted, 
"It's a guy thing, I would think that few guys will eat 
their own cum, someone else's yeah, but not their own." 

"Wimps, I say." Megan laughed, "Girls are bathed in cum 
in porn, they eat it, they wear it in their hair, their 
faces everywhere, but a guy... wow... wimps the lot of 
you." She shook her head and tried to rise. 

"Ohh! Stop whining!" Jeff said, as he pushed her onto 
her back. He flung her legs into the air and dived onto 
her cream pie. 

Megan squealed in delight as she was orally pleasured by 
Jeff. Jeff had never done anything like this before, 
never considered it, and it was unlikely that he would 
have if it had been anyone else who asked him to do such 
a thing. Jeff was really getting his tongue into her 
now, scooping out his own cum and swallowing it. Well, 
he thought, not too bad as a mixture of them. There was 
however, a little shudder of awkwardness, but he ignored 
it, after all, he was pleasuring his love and giving her 
pleasure was all he wanted to do. 

All too quickly the break finished and the new school 
year started. 

The first weeks were difficult for Jeff, but Megan's 
manner was totally polite, appropriate, she was, for 
him, a real pillar of strength. It did not really get 
better for him, and not much easier with practice. No 
one made any comments, no one saw anything out of the 
ordinary, but he felt he was in lock down mode. Jeff was 
thinking there was a chance they could get away with 
this. But, a teacher and a student, he was afraid that 
sooner or later, one of them was going to make a slip up 
and it will all come unglued. 

Megan made her way to Jeff's place at least twice a 
week, where they fucked up a real storm. Megan's 
enthusiasm for sex, and her appetite, grew with 
practice, and practice makes perfect. She came over one 
evening, gave Jeff a blow job, kissed him, where they 
shared his cum, and then wiped her mouth, took a drink 
and went home. Another night she arrived within a few 
minutes of her parents going to bed, and left a little 
after 5:30 in the morning. Neither of them got a lot of 
sleep that night and for Jeff, it was a difficult day at 
work. They did not do that again. 

By the end of the Autumn term things were going 
swimmingly well. Winter had broken and Megan's visits 
were really not overly hampered by wet weather and heavy 
snow. The weather really only caused an issue once. 
Megan left and before she made it out the back gate, it 
started to rain. It was obvious this was not a simple 
rain, but it quickly became too heavy, so Megan had to 
wait it out. 

Sleeping in Jeff's bed was a rare pleasure for Megan, 
and she loved it. All they could do was set an early 
alarm and hope it had stopped raining by the time she 
had to leave. Jeff could not drive her, too great a risk 
of being seen Megan told him. When she did leave, it was 
still raining but it was getting very late. There were 
too many people out and about and there was a real risk 
of being seen leaving Jeff's place. Running home, she 
got there and realised Dad might be up, she decided to 
brazen it out. She came in through the front door, just 
as Dad made it down the stairs. 

He assumed she went out for a run and got caught in the 
rain. While it worked, it still shook her a bit and Dad 
assumed she was shivering because of the cold and wet. 
He told her to go to the bathroom, get out of her wet 
clothes, have a warm shower and rug up. Then he told her 
to be a little more careful about going out on wet 
mornings. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, and 
did as she was told. 

One other incident did frighten her a little. On her way 
to Jeff's place, she sometimes ran through a small park 
and thought she heard something behind her. She put on a 
burst of speed, and ran out of the park, turning onto 
the road and heard the slamming of sneakers onto the 
road. She kept up a strong pace and the foot falls 
behind her stopped. She did not mention anything to 
Jeff, but avoided that route for several weeks. 

On a number of occasions, Megan would be jogging and 
would catch the headlights of a car turning into the 
road she was on. Usually there was something to hide 
behind, a shadowed doorway to stand in or other. Wearing 
black obscured her to casual inspection, but a sharp 
eyed driver might glimpse her. She realised that the eye 
is drawn to movement, so standing completely still with 
her hoodie pulled down as much as it could, in shadow is 
the best hiding place. 

Megan loved lying naked in Jeff's bed, she loved 
spreading her legs for him, wrapping them around him, 
his weight on top of her, his cock ramming into her. She 
loved sucking his cock, giving him pleasure and taking 
it from him. She loved his tongue inside her, on her 
clit, making her cum over and over again. 

By the start of the Spring Term, Megan knew that this 
was not going to work forever, well at least, not for 
the next three years until she was eighteen and no 
longer his student. Sooner or later, their luck would 
run out and Jeff's future would become very uncertain. 
She could not do that to him, there had to be an 
alternative. The only problem was that no matter how she 
looked, what she thought about, there was no good 
outcome for Jeff. Gradually, Megan understood what she 
had done, she became appalled at what could happen as a 
result. 

Ideally, all she wanted was to live with him, and that 
was not going to happen here. It was then she got an 
idea of how to get out from under, so to speak, or 
should that be, how to stay under him. The first week of 
Spring term, Megan decided to act, and started talking 
to Jeff seriously about their future.

"So, you are wondering if we have a future, are you?" 
Jeff asked, not sure why this conversation was 
happening. 

"Well, I want my future to be with you, always. I 
believe you want the same thing with me." 

"I do, and I never want to be apart from you." he 
replied with such conviction, Megan knew that all the 
bad things she envisioned that could happen are likely 
to. 

Megan kissed him, and put all her feeling into it. She 
wanted him to know that she loved him above all else. 

"Oh wow," Jeff said, "What are you doing to me girl? 
Kissing like that - you are not likely to get away from 
me anytime soon." 

"I don't want to go away from you at all. I want to live 
with you!" 

Jeff sobered for a moment, and heard the anguish in her 
voice. "That's- that's just not possible for a while 
yet." he stated quietly, "When you are eighteen, and no 
longer my student, but just not yet." 

"I don't want to wait until I am eighteen, I..." 

"What choice do we have babe?" 

"Well, we should be able to make that decision for 
ourselves, not have some stupid law tell us what we can 
and cannot do!" 

"I know babe, but when you set yourself up in defiance 
of a law, sooner or later, it is likely to come 
unstuck." 

"I know! That is why I want to - oh I don't know, its 
not like we can elope to Gretna Green." 

"We could, but not until you are sixteen and then it is 
likely to be legally annulled because you are a student 
and I am your teacher. Even if we are married, that is 
not likely to prevent me from going to gaol." 

"Thirteen months! There has to be somewhere we can be 
together!"

It was at that moment that the idea of the Plan was 
born. 

***

The Plan

"If we are serious about this, then what is the goal?" 
Jeff asked a few days later, while lying in bed, naked, 
holding Megan. 

"The goal?" asked Megan. 

"Yes, the goal. We have to think of everything in terms 
of a goal. We need to develop a goal, then a strategy on 
how to achieve that goal, then a set of tactics to 
support the overall strategy. Then we need to develop 
logistics to support the tactics. Only then will we be 
able give ourselves an even chance at success." 

"The goal? A goal! OK, how is this for a goal? We want 
to live together, free from harassment, legal threat, 
accidental discovery. We have to be free to be 
ourselves, and show the world that this is who we are!" 

"OK, that sounds like a great goal. Now, is it 
achievable?" 

"You sound like you are not interested!" 

"Oh no darling, never! I want to be with you, freely 
showing the world what you mean to me. I want the world 
to see me with this beautiful woman on my arm, carrying 
my baby, and me being the best person I can be for her." 

Megan burst into tears as he was speaking, holding her, 
filling her soul with his words, giving her his love, 
without shame, or embarrassment. This is really what she 
needed to hear at this point. 

"And I really do not want to wait until we can get to 
Gretna Green, my love," he finished. "But if we are to 
do this, then we have to make it work. We will only have 
one chance, so we have to make sure it will work, if we 
come up with something that could work." 

"OK," she replied, "I will be able to do some research, 
no one questions me about being in a computer lab at 
lunch time anymore. And I think the first thing is to 
find somewhere we can go." It hit her then, "We are 
going to have to leave home, we cannot stay here." 

"Yes, but it will be less of a trial for me, I am not 
close to my family any more, well, not that I ever was, 
and certainly not since Mother died anyway." 

"I don't have any brothers or sisters, and while I love 
my parents, they will never understand this. Dad will 
accept it, eventually, but mum never will." 

"It will mean you cannot see them, not until we are 
married at least." 

"I know, but it is the price of being with you. And that 
is a price I am more than willing to pay." 

"OK, I am being a devil's advocate here, what makes you 
sure that you will still feel this way in a year's 
time?" 

Megan thought for a moment, then said, "I know what I 
want now. I feel it is the right choice for me. I know 
this is still early days, and I know I haven't had any 
time to think about anyone else. The fact is, there is 
no one who even comes close to what you make me feel. I 
don't know there ever will, but I do not want to let 
this go." 

"You can say that now, but really, you are a gorgeous, 
extremely sexy young woman, and I am 10 years older. OK, 
you make me feel like a horny adolescent, but what about 
in a year, will we still feel this way?" 

"I don't know, and I really don't care. I don't have a 
crystal ball. I do know that I have a lot of faith in my 
judgement, which might be seriously misplaced because it 
is being horrendously affected by my emotions right now. 
I just do not feel that I am wrong, or that something is 
not ringing true here." 

Megan was worried a little, because they would have to 
work, where they went. They had to be able to show they 
would not be a drain on the local economy, so work 
permits would be required. Not elsewhere in the EU, they 
were members, unless Britain pulled out, they could stay 
as along as they liked, working. Jeff, though, told 
Megan that their Goal had a much lower cost of living, 
so money was not going to be an issue, besides, he had a 
small inheritance from his late Mother to use as well if 
they needed it. 

For the next week they discussed options, alternatives 
and had an outline of a plan. Roughly, it boiled down to 
a number of simple parts that needed to be properly 
executed, and it all hinged on Megan cleanly 
disappearing. Their combined knowledge of history and 
their research skills allowed them to consider that they 
would fail under three conditions, if their plan was too 
complex, if their strategy was not supported by their 
tactics and, most importantly, if they did not have the 
audacity to be out front about it when it was crucial to 
be. 

They discussed all the ramifications of disappearances 
they could find and several things were clear, the 
police would not let it rest until she was to let them 
know she was safe and well, and promised to talk to 
them. They would have to be very careful in their 
planning, and recognise that a simple thing may very 
well bring them undone. They would have to not rely upon 
anyone else to help. 

In short, there was a period of hiding and a period of 
flight. During their exit from England, there was the 
risk of a period of exposure, Megan could not hide. 
Essentially, misdirection had to be employed, outright 
deception would be too easily detected, so masquerade it 
was. Changing Megan's physical appearance so she could 
be out in the open and not be recognised could be 
managed with Jeff's knowledge of makeup and staging. 
What would be the minimum change, easiest to maintain 
for three or four days while traveling became a 
question. That was the risk. 

Megan's long and lustrous black hair would have to be 
covered by a wig of much lighter colour. The wig had to 
be shorter, to change the shape of her face, but had to 
cover her ears. Ears and noses are identifiable features 
of a person, especially ears. Megan knew that there were 
several photos and other images of her with her hair 
pulled back. Jeff organised a pair of generic contact 
lenses, to change Megan's blue eyes to a deep chocolate 
brown through Extreme Color, an online service. They 
were delivered the next day after placing the order, via 
the Royal Mail. 

While this might be traced, they were ordered the day 
they decided to go, before Spring Term even began. They 
thought that unless police were looking before they 
planned to leave, the mail delivery of a simple box from 
months before would unlikely attract attention. No hint 
of anything wrong could be given, no lies of any sort 
could be told to police, just avoiding talking about 
some topics. No outright deception, just misdirection. 
Don't add anything to comments made, stick to the 
script. 

Eventually, the Plan agreed to was that in the week 
before the mid term break of Spring term, Megan would 
walk into the afternoon and disappear, it would have to 
be on the Monday. Jeff's cleaner came in every second 
Monday, and the timing was fortuitous, they would be 
leaving for their Goal a week and a half later. One of 
the routes Megan used at night passed a row of empty 
terraces, with a vacant lot that backed onto an 
overgrown area and it was there that Megan would hide. 
There would be a change of clothes placed in one of the 
trees, but newer clothes, a skirt, not jeans, a jacket 
with a nondescript blouse.

Timing here was everything, she could not be seen going 
into the block, nor coming out of it, just as she could 
not be seen in Jeff's company at any time after she left 
the coffee shop. Fortunately, this was on a not well 
travelled road, so even at 5:30 or 6:00 or so in the 
afternoon, there would not be a lot of traffic. The real 
danger was some squatter seeing her, the logic being 
that squatters did not readily talk to police, so would 
not be paying too close attention. Some kids might be 
playing in the area, but at that time, dinner was 
probably a more attractive option for them, but the risk 
had to be taken. 

Peter Thorpe was an issue, but he would be kept with the 
tutoring group when Megan decided she was unwell and 
going to leave. He was one of those things that could go 
wrong. What alternative would be workable here? 

The ferry to Zeebrugge from Hull was, perhaps, the 
riskiest part of their flight. The terminals are heavily 
covered with CCTV cameras and security guards. This was 
where it could all come unstuck if the makeup didn't 
work properly. 

The one thing that really threatened them the question 
of documentation for Megan. The UK is not part of the 
EU's Schengen Area, so UK citizens require a passport. 
She already had one in her own name, gained for a family 
trip to France the year before, but that would be 
flagged the moment she used it. She obviously could not 
use it, but Jeff had no idea where to get a fake one 
from or how much it would cost. 

Megan though, had several ideas and one of them paid 
off. Under aged kids always wanted fake ids for pubs and 
clubs. Asking some of the less reputable students at 
school she was able to get a contact, and, through them, 
with sufficient money, she could get such ID as she 
needed. All through the planning and logistics stages, 
Megan was concerned about money, but Jeff assured her 
that money was the least of their problems. 

Jeff had bought a number of wigs, then styled them to 
the required length, gave them a trim and dyed them 
various colours, but much lighter than Megan's natural 
hair. He purchased a variety of makeups, paying by cash, 
in nearby cities, nothing was purchased locally. Nothing 
that could be directly related to Megan was purchased 
online, or by card, cash only. Megan selected some 
clothes from online advertising, Jeff went to buy them. 

One entire Friday night was spent using different makeup 
patterns, wigs and other materials to transform Megan 
into someone else. He took photos of her in a variety of 
makeup, with two different wigs, of different cuts, both 
of which he dyed to a lighter colour, and different 
clothes. The process was slowed considerably as she 
found it difficult to just change clothes without some 
sexual activity. 

At one point they did get a little carried away with 
what they were doing and managed to get a set of 
photographs that should never have been made. 
Photoshopping the less lewd shots produced a different 
Megan, dark eyed, blonde, and with a slightly larger 
nose that was straight. None of them were saved to his 
hard drive, only the memory card of the camera. It was 
with a certain regret that Jeff deleted, off the card, 
those photos that were so much fun creating. When the 
work was done, and the required photos printed at 
Tesco's, the four Gb card was destroyed. 

Jeff went to the local cemetery and looked for a name, 
someone who would have been about the right age. He 
found three and while it seemed a little weird, when 
they were alone, Jeff practiced using the name Megan 
most liked. They did not want to get caught by a slip of 
the tongue. This caused an issue occasionally at school 
when he miscalled her name. He got out of it by 
apologising and saying that Emily was his cousin, and 
they do look similar. 

They discussed this and Megan started wearing the Emily 
wig of a night time. When the contact was assured, Jeff 
took on the risk of going into Liverpool to meet some 
rather dangerous characters, with a lot of cash, and a 
set of photographs. He had to pay for it up front, it 
wasn't cheap, and told to come back in a week. A week 
later, a rather nervous Jeff returned to Liverpool and 
ten minutes later drove home with a passport for Emily.

This pointed out a minor flaw in their plan though. 
Emily had shoulder-length strawberry blond hair, where 
Megan had very long black hair. Megan decided that in 
the week she was lying doggo, she would have to cut it. 
Jeff was not happy at losing that lovely hair, but was 
very supportive of her decision when she explained her 
reasoning. 

The wig was going to have to be on for about three or 
four days, and her long hair made that a problem. The 
heat build up was one issue, but the lack of air to the 
head, in a car, in May or June, was going to cause a 
problem. To get around that, the hair should be cut, and 
then dyed to meet the colour of the wig. Besides, wigs 
can be easily recognisable by people who would be 
looking for one, like police. 

As the time grew nearer, Megan and Jeff got both nervous 
and exhilarated. Worried they had missed a minor detail 
that would bring them undone, exuberated that they now 
believed they had a chance. 

***

Birthday Plans

A month into the Spring term, it was Megan's birthday. 
All of 15 years old, Jeff gave her a beautiful 
engagement ring, but she could not wear it. For every 
night she came to his terrace, Jeff made her cum three 
times, but on the day of her birthday, he made it 
special. 

Jeff had a key cut for her some months previously, so 
she would be able to let herself in, anytime. His father 
had put an electronic alarm in the place before Jeff had 
moved in, and Jeff gave Megan the combination to disarm 
it. Jeff was establishing his cover of driving to Bolton 
to visit his "girlfriend" a couple of nights a week so 
Megan was able to let herself in if he hadn't gotten 
back yet. He always left lights on, so no one would be 
suspicious if they saw a light when they knew Jeff was 
out. This night though, he was waiting for her.

Soon as she walked through the door, Jeff took her in 
his arms, wished her a happy birthday, kissed her 
thoroughly, gave her a complete outfit and a card. Megan 
loved the romanticism of his gifts, and his kisses. She 
would not be able to wear the clothes or the jewellery, 
until it was time for Emily to replace Megan publicly, 
but that did not matter - she loved it. 

He took her by the hand, to his bedroom, where he kissed 
her again, slowly undressed her and masturbated her to 
an orgasm. He allowed her a short respite, used his 
tongue on her, all over, then concentrating on her clit, 
made her cum a second and a third time. He undressed 
himself, and using his fingers, his tongue and finally 
his raging prick, made her cum as he was spurting his 
semen into the condom. 

For Megan, this was bliss, she lost track of time, and 
self, as she orgasmed once, then again and again. She 
had no idea how long she had been there, but Jeff had 
not yet finished. 

Knowing that she might be a little sore, from all the 
attention her pussy had received, he gave her a massage. 
Using some body oils he had purchased the week before, 
he gently rubbed her back, her legs, then her chest, 
paying particular attention to her breasts. This was 
subtle, sensual massage, looking for and caressing the 
erogenous zones of her now fifteen year old body 
bringing her to the brink. Jeff finally touched her 
mons, and inserted a finger to her vaginal canal, and 
with the other hand, caressed her clit. 

Megan came in a shattering climax, where all her muscles 
seemed to revel in the pleasure of what Jeff had done to 
her, then contract in massive spasm as each wave of a 
multiple orgasm hit her. She seemed to levitate off the 
bed in a muscle snap, then convulsed in that exquisite 
agony of carnal pleasure. It drained all her energy, all 
her being, every part of her surrendered to that 
wonderful agony. 

She was wrecked by it. The next day she did not appear 
at school, mum rang to say she was not well, and she 
wasn't. Even Megan's sexual appetite for her lover was 
stretched that day, she slept on and off all day and did 
not get out of the house that night.

It was a week later that their six month anniversary 
came around. Jeff marvelled this beautiful woman graced 
his bed at least two nights a week. He could not believe 
his luck that they had gotten away with it for so long. 
His faith in her ability for subterfuge and caution 
grew. Only for a little while longer would they have to 
take this risk. 

They had discussed their plans incessantly, and thought 
they had covered all their options, and all the things 
that could go wrong. They knew they had likely missed 
something, but they were confident. They both knew the 
side who makes the fewer mistakes, and can take 
advantage of the other side's mistakes, will win. It was 
now all set, every step had been planned, and where 
possible, trialled. Megan tried the contacts and a pair 
of glasses, she was surprised that her vision was not 
restricted at all, and noted how the glasses changed the 
shape of her face. Not a lot, but with some makeup to 
enhance higher cheek bones, highlighting a changed 
shape, should be sufficient to alter perception of her 
appearance nearly completely. 

Megan found that their planned tree changing act wasn't 
going to work. Closer investigation revealed that nearby 
squatters often used it as a toilet, so she became 
friendly with some of them. When she could, she provided 
them with small amounts of money and food, often little 
more than fish and chips and a pound or two. These 
people were far from the hopeless addicts and drunks she 
had thought they were. 

They were hard people, alcohol abusers, made hard by 
circumstance and choice. She told her tale, wanting to 
run, but not knowing how. She wanted them to help her, 
not hit on her as an easy target. They knew she was a 
student and called her Chippy, for the chips she brought 
them at least twice a week. It was a nickname that could 
help hide her when the time came. If police came here, 
they wouldn't get anything from these people. 

***

The Disappearing Act

The Monday night came, at last. By a fortuitous piece of 
luck, Peter was called home. Megan waited a while 
longer, then said she was not feeling well, she was 
going home. Megan turned out of the café as she normally 
would, and the feeling of elation made her want to run, 
but she didn't want to attract attention. 

Walking down the High Street, Megan knew that once she 
got to the first street past the second bank she was 
unobservable by any CCTV camera for a short period. 
Megan had a quick scan to see if anyone was paying any 
attention. The moment she turned the corner she looked 
again, and seeing no-one close, ducked into a recessed 
doorway and put the light jacket she had in her handbag 
on. The jacket was larger, and darker, completely 
covering the light blouse she was wearing. 

She turned the handbag as it had a bright pattern on one 
side and was a plain blue colour on the other. There was 
some traffic coming nearer but from the angle of the 
sun, in the eyes of the drivers, she was unlikely to be 
noticed with any detail. With a little luck, police 
would be looking for a dark haired girl in a white 
blouse, not a girl in a green jacket and a dark bag. 
Someone wanting to not be noticed usually wears a 
neutral colour. 

The next bank of CCTV cameras were about 200 yards down 
the road, so Megan had to get off this road and quickly. 
There was a small lane that would take her in a 
direction away from Jeff's terrace, so if spotted, 
attention would be diverted. Distraction would not work 
here, but a little misdirection may buy a bit more time. 

Megan quickly made her way via alleys and quiet streets 
to the abandoned buildings currently occupied by 
squatters. This time she had something different in her 
bag, a nice bottle of whiskey. Jeff bought it, earlier, 
and Megan took it home the night before. She had put it 
into her bag, earlier, with the jacket she needed 
wrapped around it, making sure she would be able to take 
the jacket out without pulling the bottle out with it. 
She had wiped it thoroughly so that neither of their 
fingerprints would be on it. 

"Chippy," said one of the squatters, "Got somefin' to 
eat?" 

"Not today, Wagonwheel, but I have gotten you something 
you might like a little better." she replied, pulling 
out the whiskey. 

"You'n angel, ya know," Wagonwheel said, "A bloody life 
saver." 

"Glad to help, but you gotta do me a favour." she said, 
holding the bottle in a man's handkerchief. 

"Ooh, anything for ya!" he replied, licking his lips, 
eyeing the bottle.

"Neva been here, neva seen me, not today."

"Someone lookin' for ya?" 

"Not yet, but they'll be tomorra." She easily slipped 
into the man's language patterns

"OK, neva seen ya!" he agreed looking at the bottle. 

Megan gave it to him, "Thanks, Wagonwheel, be nice 'n' 
share." knowing he was unlikely to. 

"Yeah, yeah," he said, as he cracked the seal and 
struggled to get it opened. 

"Take ya time. Still got that package?" 

"Yep, just where ya put it. I wouldn't let anyone near 
it-'specially Maggie." he said referring to one of the 
women who stayed here.

"You're a champ, my friend." 

Megan went into the next room and lifted a couple of the 
rotten floor boards, retrieving the bag she put there 
the evening before. She opened it, pulling out the 
clothes, shoes and wig, putting them carefully on the 
now empty bag and took off her jacket and blouse. 

"Fuck girl, you got a nice pair of knockers," said 
Wagonwheel. 

"Yeah, I do," she pulled a different sweater on, a new 
one she had only worn at Jeff's, on the rare occasion 
when she wore clothes. While she was uncomfortable with 
him being there, she knew he wouldn't come any closer. 

He had tried it on once before, and Megan kicked him in 
the crutch. She had apologised straight away, and helped 
him stand to get him past it quickly. She told him that 
she was really sorry, but he had to know, she wasn't 
interested. She didn't like hurting him, but if he did 
come near her again like that without an invitation, she 
would hurt him again, then get the Frighteners onto him. 
Wagonwheel didn't know who the Frighteners were, but was 
intimidated enough to keep his distance. 

"Sure ya don't wanna quickie 'fore ya go darlin'?" 

"Oh Wagonwheel," she said, putting on the skirt, "I'm on 
a time line, else we could talk 'bout it. 'ave a drink 
and forget me, old darlin'!" She dropped her slacks and 
then put the shoes on. She put her discarded clothes 
into the bag, followed by her sneakers. "Remember 
Wagonwheel, ya gotta give the clothes to Maggie, they 
won't fit ya." 

"Yeah yeah, I know, and she is gunna be 'ere soon, and 
she'll wanna try them on."

"Well, if you share the bottle with her, she might give 
ya what ya want, ya dirty old bugger!" she laughed. 

"Won't be buggerin' her, I tell ya! Maybe she will. Got 
a good head on ya, ya have. Ya runnin' from the 
Frighteners?" 

"Nah, just gotta get some fresh air, stayin' here is 
gunna kill me." 

"Yeah, I know wot ya mean!" he said, "Use'ta work in the 
City, I did! That was not a nice place to work." All of 
a sudden his voice changed, Megan looked up at him, 
"Pressure was just so great, just to make a deal. Then 
one day, I just couldn't take it anymore, so I walked 
out, and kept walking." 

Megan was surprised, she had never thought of Wagonwheel 
as being anything other than a homeless drunk. "Ever 
want to go back?" 

"Back? Nah - never. Fucken bastards all of 'em," he 
replied angrily. "They fuck ya up the arse for an extra 
quid or million. Some would anyways, just fer practice. 
Nah, poxy bastards can all die of AIDS, but not me. I'm 
happy 'ere, don't have to be miserable anywhere else." 

Megan realised that she actually knew nothing about any 
of the inhabitants of the squats around here. 

"Why they call ya Wagonwheel?"

"Me name i'n't it! Wagonwheel never stops turnin'." 

She smiled, and quickly pinned her hair. She reached for 
the second last item, the wig she wore at Jeff's. 
Stuffing her handbag into the bag after emptying her 
purse, and grabbing her keys, or anything else that 
might be linked to her, she put them into the much 
smaller shoulder bag she had taken out of the plastic 
bag. 

"Gotta be careful Wagonwheel, ya gotta tell Maggie to be 
careful with that handbag. She c'n use it, but cut the 
pattern off the front." 

"Yeah yeah... but who d'fuck are ya? Was talking with 
Chippy, but where's she gone?" 

"I am no one Wagonwheel," Megan said slowly, he was 
right there, saw her put the wig on. "Have a drink old 
fellah." she said, a little sadly. 

He did and as he had the bottle up, Megan slipped out of 
the room, and through the door, where she heard a 
bellow, "Chippy! Chippy! Where d' fuck are ya!" 

Megan went to the ruined entrance, she stood in the 
shadows where she could see out, but would be hard to be 
seen. She carefully scanned the area, then sure there 
was no one to see a reasonably well dressed woman coming 
out of the squat, she carefully scanned the area a 
second time. No one about, no-one in the street, the 
closest houses were still, the empty block had no kids 
playing in it. 

Getting close to dinner time, she thought. Out onto the 
footpath, moving quickly, but not in too much of a 
hurry, taking a longer route, not leading direct to her 
sanctuary. Seven minutes later, she passed the entrance 
to the lane at the rear of Jeff's terrace. There was no 
one there either, Megan could not believe her luck. She 
passed through the alley and pushed open the gate, then 
shut it behind her. She got her key and was into Jeff's 
kitchen. 

"Made it!" she said to the empty terrace.

Standing there, Megan stated shaking. All the repressed 
anxiety and excitement came out, and she really needed 
Jeff here to hold her, to tell her she was safe now. 
According to the Plan, he was going to be another half 
hour or more. He had to be publicly seen until it could 
be made impossible that he was in anyway responsible for 
Megan's disappearance. 

Her pent up nervousness hit her then, she shook and 
nearly wet herself in the process. She used the toilet, 
and was glad that the renovated terraces were sound 
proofed enough to not allow anyone to realize that 
someone was using the shower, the toilet, the microwave, 
or even the washing machine while Jeff was at work. 

All she had to do now was to sit still and not venture 
outside during daylight hours. At night, if they did go 
out, for any reason, she had to be Emily. 

This was easy, she had been telling Jeff what clothes 
she needed and he had been driving down to Bolton, 
Manchester, Liverpool, even Blackburn to get them. A 
couple of pair of jeans here, some blouses advertised 
online in one retailer, skirts at another. She had him 
buying high heels from one shoe store, sneakers from an 
athletes shop and a Wanderer's football shirt. There was 
some rather specific makeup Jeff ordered through an 
Internet café in Bolton in Emily's name, and had 
delivered home weeks ago. While a risk, it was paid for 
through a Paypal account, and they figured it would take 
at least a month for police to make connection to 
Paypal, that is if Paypal gave any information to 
police. 

It was done. Megan had disappeared, and they would know 
if this part of their Plan had worked in the next 48 
hours. 

Megan was prepared for the boredom that would engulf her 
for the next nine days. Staying low had a price and she 
knew she was not going to be able to get out at all. The 
really hard parts would be the sitting around during the 
day, alone. No heading off to the shop for eggs, or 
getting out to visit friends. The recompense was she 
would be able to spend all her nights in Jeff's bed - 
likely catching up on some of the sleep they had been 
missing out on for the last nine months, but possibly 
not. 

What seemed like an interminable wait, but was really 
only forty minutes, Megan heard Jeff's key in the door 
and she sprung to him, as soon as the door shut. 

"Oh I am just so glad you are here," he said. 

"Went off without a hitch," between kisses. "But I have 
never been so scared." 

"No need any more my love," he said, "You're here now, 
safe, and warm and well loved, well, you will be later. 
Now, tell me everything." 

Megan gave Jeff the details, and they analysed it, 
trying to think of anything that could have gone awry. 

"Well, if the cops come knocking on the door, it's not 
all over, you know." 

Megan's eyes widened in surprised. 

"Here, come and look at something found when my 
grandfather was a kid, and why the family held onto this 
terrace, and not the larger one at the other end of the 
block." Jeff took her hand and opened the door to the 
basement. He turned the lights on, and went down into 
the large space. He approached a wall and moved a 
cabinet, which hid a door. When the door was opened, 
Megan saw a light switch that looked like it was from 
the Depression days, and steps down into a lower 
chamber.

"Grandad, discovered it first, before the War. Great-
grandad expanded it a bit, reinforced it so it could be 
a bomb shelter and put on the heavy door, but there was 
nothing around here to bomb. Could survive a near hit, 
Great-grandad thought. Then in the fifties, Grandad 
expanded it a little more and strengthened it to survive 
an atom bomb. No idea why he though anyone would 
survive, but they were optimistic."

Megan laughed. "Your very own bomb shelter, every home 
should have one!" 

"Grandad went into the history of the area, and this 
used to be the site of housing from before the Civil 
War. All those houses were demolished and replaced with 
a new street layout and these terraces." Jeff stopped 
and let the implications sink in. 

"A bolt hole? Priest hole?" Megan asked. Jeff nodded, 
"But that would mean an escape tunnel." 

"Yes, Grandad said that the wall that used to be there 
had another door behind it, and a bricked arch that 
would allow someone to crawl through it, most likely. 
Gone now, probably collapsed or filled in when they 
built the road and houses over the top of it."

"You can't be sure of that though." 

"No, we can't but that wall," pointing to the wall with 
the door," is the front wall, and this is out front of 
the house. Grandad thought there was a brook running 
through the yards of the houses two streets over, 
feeding the pond in the commons. If he was right, then 
there would have been an embankment, which means a well 
planted bush could cover an entrance at the other end 
and give someone a two- three- hundred yard head start."

"Bit far, for an escape tunnel, lot of work. If there 
was a bend in the brook, bringing it closer, say to 
within a hundred yards, yeah, I could buy that. Using 
the embankment, they might have a decent escape route, 
who would see them on the down side of an embankment, 
even a small one. Makes sense." Megan said. "Secure 
then. As long as a sharp-eyed cop doesn't see the 
entrance door." 

"OK, I am going to leave it open, all you have to do is 
get here, then lock yourself in, and I can cover the 
doorway." 

"OK, but right now, I want to do it, here, in the 
basement." Jeff was always willing to oblige her, so he 
took her, right there, on the floor of the bomb room. 
There was no condom, but it didn't matter any more, 
Megan had been on the Pill since she went to the Family 
Planning Clinic, just after her 15th birthday. Now she 
knew the type of pill she could use, she had ordered, in 
Emily's name, online, a six month course which was duly 
delivered. She also managed to secure a six month set of 
skin patches, just in case. Megan loved the thrill of 
him shooting inside her, the heat of his cock, then the 
explosive jerks as he cum, filling her with the hot 
moisture of his semen. 

A little later, they managed to struggle up the stairs, 
and completely without clothes, began domestic life 
together. Megan quickly found he was a much better cook 
than she was, after all, he had a lot more practice. She 
was happy to clean up after him, and he had to start 
making sufficient food so that Megan wouldn't be making 
a mess in his kitchen when he wasn't home.

That night, they made love again, in his bed and she was 
really happy that she did not have to get out of bed, 
then jog home. She was home. 

Megan woke to an unfamiliar sound, startled by something 
different and was slightly disoriented by the alieness 
of her bed. She heard the soft breathing of another 
person, and felt the warmth of his body next to her. She 
had a thought, slowly she reached down and felt Jeff's 
thigh, listening for a break in the pattern of his 
breathing. Emboldened by no reaction, she had to snuggle 
a little lower into the bed, and carefully running her 
hand over him, she found his softened dick. She gently 
started stroking it, and was quickly rewarded with it 
getting harder with every stroke. 

Still listening for the uninterrupted breathing, she 
decided she wanted to try something. Wiggling down under 
the covers, Megan brought her head down to and slowly 
lifted her mouth over where she thought his cock should 
be. Using her hand to guide her, she lowered her mouth 
down, only to be slightly out of alignment and found 
herself trying to put the knob into her nostril. A 
second try was more successful as it slid between her 
lips and into her mouth. Although muffled, she tried to 
listen to his breathing, and thought it was still that 
same rhythmic pattern it had. 

Slowly Megan sucked Jeff's cock. Up and down her mouth 
went, gently, trying not to make too much movement, 
trying not to disturb him too much. She pushed his cock 
into her mouth as far as she could get it, and within a 
short period of time, she found the air under the 
blankets stifling, the weight of them on her head was 
just too heavy to continue. Damn, this is fun, she 
thought, but fucking hard work. Reaching over herself, 
she grasped the blankets and pulled them down a little, 
trying not to break her own sucking rhythm. 

Jeff woke to the movement of the blankets off him, and 
he felt Megan's lips wrapped around his raging prong. 
Fuck, he thought, this has never happened to me before. 
He let her go on without interrupting her, the wonderful 
feeling of his dick embedded in her mouth, tension 
building within him. More of the blanket came off him 
and he couldn't stay still anymore. 

Then Megan felt Jeff stir, his breathing pattern 
changed. "Oh," he said, still half asleep, "I just had 
this wonderful dream, where I was in bed with this 
incredibly beautiful woman, and she was sucking me off. 
Then I woke up and what do I find? An incredibly 
beautiful woman in my bed, sucking me off. Please don't 
stop." So she didn't. Her pace sped up and a few minutes 
later, she felt the tension in his balls grow, his cock 
swelling and cupping his balls she felt them spasm, Jeff 
groaned and her mouth was filled with the slightly salty 
taste of his nectar. He shot again and again into her 
mouth, and she eagerly swallowed. 

When she was sure he had stopped shooting, she licked 
around the knob, kissed the eye, and then kissed her way 
back up his body. She kissed his mouth, darting her 
tongue between his lips. She then said, "mm Wonderful, 
back to sleep my love, a big day tomorrow." Within 
moments, they were both asleep, comfortable in each 
others arms. 

The next day, Jeff came in a little late as there had 
been a staff meeting to discuss the events of the day. 
He told her of his interview and how he thought it went. 
At this point, he surmised, police have nothing to go 
on, at least, nothing they would discuss with him. They 
were still not sure of it was an abduction or a runaway. 
They were treating it as an abduction, but they would 
not dismiss a runaway, he felt. Megan prayed that police 
had not reached Maggie or Wagonwheel.

Time had dragged slowly for Megan that day, but she had 
prepared well and kept herself busy preparing for the 
trip to the Continent. She wasn't going to let the 
anxiety of what she knew would happen get to her. Later 
on Tuesday evening, he cut that beautiful head of hair, 
making it just over shoulder length. While he wasn't 
crying, he was sad that it had to go. They gathered it 
all up and hoovered the entire kitchen, emptying the 
Hoover's replaceable bag and contents into a large 
plastic bag, then putting the collected cut hair into 
it. 

They would dump it on the first leg of their journey, 
after the ferry ride. A tiny mistake like dumping the 
hair too soon could wreck their entire plans. Jeff had 
thinned it out a lot and when Megan put the wig back on, 
it was comfortable, fitting better than it ever had. 
Megan decided she didn't like the wig so decided to dye 
her own hair. 

Carefully, over the next few days, Megan dyed her hair 
with the same mixture Jeff had used to dye the wig. This 
dye job, with the thinned hair made Megan look a lot 
more like Emily, the image on the fake ID they had 
secured weeks ago. With the glasses on, only the colour 
of her eyes gave her away. She tried the entire Emily 
disguise and when Jeff came home on Friday, she was 
ready for him. As soon as he walked in the door, he was 
surprised as Megan was there, but not there. His only 
concern was she needed a better hair cut. 

Looking at the clock, Jeff rang a small hairdresser in 
Bolton that he knew, and made a booking for Emily. This 
was an unexpected risk, and the kind that could bring 
them undone. 

The next morning, Megan put on the full disguise, 
complete with makeup. Jeff drove her to Bolton, with her 
hiding on the backseat. Turning into a suburban area, he 
found a place away from CCTV cameras, made sure there 
was no aerial surveillance about, and alerted Megan. She 
sat up from the back seat, tripping the front seat 
lever, crawled into the front seat. They were practicing 
this for Wednesday's trip, but the hairdresser wasn't a 
part of that. By sitting up in the car, Emily appeared 
in public for the first time. 

Driving to the hairdresser's Emily became more nervous, 
and Jeff told her that this is really an acid test. If 
she could get away with this here, then they would get 
away with it in Hull. The hairdresser, Marion, was 
actually his mother's hairdresser and friend, who had 
helped Jeff after his mother died. He hadn't really seen 
her too often since, but trusted her implicitly. 

He introduced Emily, he said that Emily's regular person 
was not available and it looked like an apprentice had 
done the job. Marion deplored the job, saying it was 
just not the right shape for her, and it was more likely 
a butcher, not a hairdresser that cut it. Using her 
scissors quickly, Marion repaired the hair in short 
order. She also suggested that if Emily wanted to hide 
her dark hair, then she should be a little more careful 
at applying the dye to her eyebrows. 

"Young people with their dyed hair," she tutted, "Don't 
realize how beautiful the natural look really is, you 
know." 

"Thanks Marion, really appreciate you doing this at such 
short notice." Jeff commented.

"No worries my love," replied the older woman. "You all 
grown up now, and make sure you bring her back here, I 
will look after her hair, just as I did your mother." 

"I will for sure." Jeff went to pay her, but he was 
waved off with a "Next time you come." Emily was really 
happy that her hair was made to look much better than it 
had been. Just as Emily left, Marion said, "She is 
lovely, isn't she." Jeff nodded, "A rare one then? You 
really serious about her?"

"Yes, I already have a ring for her," Jeff told Marion, 
"If she will have me." Emily stopped by the car, 
realising this was a conversation she was not invited 
to.

"She better," Marion said, "Or the next time she comes 
here..." Jeff laughed. "Been a bit of publicity about 
someone from your school recently I see." 

"Yes, lovely girl, in my class too." 

"Yes, I am sure she is. Bit young though," Marion went 
on, "Sure you know what you are doing?" 

Jeff was shocked, "Oh yes, for the first time ever I am 
just so sure it is right. I have found that someone, and 
I am not giving her up. Not for anyone!" 

Marion sighed, "Another bloody romantic, like your 
mother. But I loved her, and you, too. You're taking off 
then?" Jeff nodded.

"Yes, can't go back home." Marion nodded. 

"Yes, and I hope it all works out for you, and her. 
Emily, isn't it?" she asked, quietly.

"Yes." Jeff knew she wasn't fooled for a moment. 

"As long as no one looks as closely as I do, you will be 
fine. A shade or two darker on the makeup will help. 
Good luck, and let me know where you go. Your father is 
likely to worry." Marion was talking very quietly now. 

"No, he won't, he never has in the past." Jeff said a 
little bitterly.

"Oh, you be surprised, you are not the only foolish 
romantic in your family. Give him a call sometime." Jeff 
nodded reluctantly. 

"Goodbye Jeff, hope to see you with your bride, in the 
near future. Free and clear would be good." She gave him 
a hug, and told him to be off or she will start crying. 

Jeff, very sobered, went to the car and then told Emily 
how beautiful she was. She asked him what Marion said, 
and Jeff told her he would tell her when they got home. 
He then took Emily to lunch, in public, and their first 
public outing felt a little odd, but no one gave them a 
second look. Questions about Marion were fended off, 
with the same answer, there was no problem so wait until 
we get home. Emily stopped asking, knowing that she was 
there to enjoy herself on an outing, and Jeff would tell 
her if he was worried about something.

Emily and Jeff stayed out for the entire day. Jeff made 
sure they were captured on the restaurant CCTV camera, 
and the street cameras, knowing they would not be too 
closely examined, at least not until after Megan calls 
when they have reached their goal. Eventually, the day 
drew to an end, and they made their way back to the 
terrace. Parking out front, Emily got out the car, in 
full view of neighbours, and strode into Jeff's place 
like a special visitor. 

"Made it," he said, "And that was a nice day out." 

"Yes, and I was going a little stir crazy so I am glad 
you organized Marion. And we got away with it." 

"Um...no, we didn't." 

Megan cried out in alarm "What?!" 

"Marion knows, and I thought if we could fool her, we 
would be safe, we could fool anyone. She knows, but she 
won't say anything."

"You sure?" 

"Oh yes, she told me she loved me and I was being a 
foolish romantic. She likes you and wishes us well. If 
she didn't, she would have told me not to go any 
further." 

"Would you have listened?" 

"No, but if we make it to our Goal, then it would likely 
not have been that well for us in the long term." 

"Oh, how could she see that?" 

"Marion is one of the most perceptive people I have ever 
known. She even suggested a shade or two darker makeup, 
as well as the dye thing."

"Oh, but you trust her?" 

"Yes. She helped me open up when my mother died, brought 
me back into the world, as it were."

"Why would she help us?" 

"I told you, she loves me and likes you. Said you were a 
rare one, and she can see that I am really happy being 
with you. That is why she won't say anything." 

"Oh... I..." 

"It's OK, she is a wonderful person." 

"And you really trust her?" 

"Yes I do, and so should you. Look, she and my mother 
were lovers. When Mother died, she was all I had."

"Oh my God! Your mother a lez?" 

"No, bi, actually. She and dad... well let's say she had 
a busy love life. Mother and Marion, they made no secret 
of their affair, and Father went along with it. His one 
redeeming feature I think, he really did love Mother. He 
may never have loved Marion, but he certainly respected 
her." 

"But how do you know she liked me, we only met just 
before she cut my hair." 

"First you have to admit she did a fantastic job on it, 
it frames your face a somewhat differently, taking you 
several steps away from Megan White." Megan nodded. "She 
also told us that she wants you to come back. So she can 
look after your hair like she did my Mother's." 

"Yeah, a sentimental button, pushed for repeat 
business." 

"That is what is supposed to sound like, to the other 
customers, but for me, the message is clear, 'bring her 
back or else I will have your guts for garters'. If she 
didn't like you she would have said she looks forward to 
seeing you again and just done a good job on your hair." 

"Oh?"

"She is like that, and she knows me better than I know 
myself sometimes." Jeff mused, "OK, want a late supper? 
Monday, I'll pick up some makeup from the perfumery in 
the High Street for you, something a little darker." 

"No, the sales person will remember you, guys don't buy 
makeup for girls." 

"They do for birthday presents, are clueless about 
makeup and ask for help, flirt a bit then buy the wrong 
one paying an outrageous price. Sales girls all know 
this. I'll already have a card and some pretty paper. 
I'll ask her to wrap it up with the card. She will 
remember me then, but it is the birthday card to Emily 
she will link to. Your nose will be ready tomorrow too." 
Jeff reminded her of the few days left before their 
ferry ride. 

"All set to go, then." Megan said.

They stayed in the entire night and the next day, went 
into the city, had a lunch, went to the cinema. Jeff 
reasoned they should be seen together, especially now. 
Emily was an inch taller than Megan, shorter, strawberry 
blonde hair, darker complexion, with dark eyes. After 
leaving the city, Jeff drove down to Bolton. They 
reversed the earlier process, and for the next forty 
minutes, Megan lay down on the back seat covered by a 
blanket. 

Pulling into the lane at the back of his house, Jeff 
opened the gate and drove into his rear garden. He had 
already removed the interior light from the car, so 
getting Megan out and inside, while a bit of a chore, it 
was unlikely they would be seen. Jeff closed the door of 
the kitchen and then turned on the lights. 

Jeff mixed up some eggs making a couple of lovely 
omelettes, then a small fruit compote. Dinner over, they 
settled in for the night, watching a bit of telly, then 
bed, some glorious sex, and sleep until the alarm went 
off the next morning. 

After kissing Jeff off for the day, Megan checked her 
dye job, completed her breakfast, completed an OU 
assignment, started another one. She couldn't use Jeff's 
Internet, not through the day, so she used his library 
of history books and magazines. They were going to have 
to ask someone to pack these up and ship them to their 
goal, Jeff won't want to be without them for too long. 
Neither would I, she thought. 

Monday dragged by, but Jeff came home letting her know 
the police had come to see him again. This unsettled 
Megan, but Jeff thought they were satisfied, well, at 
least they had not indicated they were going to be 
interviewing him again. 

Tuesday, the last day of captivity came at last. Megan 
began packing clothes and cases. Her current wardrobe 
was small, she had left everything else behind. She was 
not comfortable with the lack of choice in her clothing, 
but it was necessary. To build a decent wardrobe took 
time, and space, and she had had neither. That night the 
last phase of their plan was put into action. The car 
had been serviced, there was a full tank of fuel and 
early in the evening, Jeff put two suitcases into the 
boot. 

Wednesday morning came and after breakfast, dishes, 
clearing the last of the perishables from the fridge, 
they made their last goodbyes to the terrace. Quickly, 
without being seen by the neighbours, Emily got into the 
back of Jeff's car and they began their real flight. 

***

The Flight

Jeff took it really slowly as he drove down the lane 
behind his terrace. Megan pulled a traveling blanket 
over her, unless they were stopped by a patrol car, she 
would not be seen. 

Thirty-five minutes later, Jeff had made his way into 
Bolton, where he found a nice, quiet little street, and 
Megan got out of the back and into the front, reversing 
the method she used earlier. As they were close, Jeff 
stopped at Marion's shop, to say goodbye. 

"Take care of him, Emily," Marion said, "He doesn't 
always know what he wants, and sometimes gets it wrong." 

"Thank you, Marion," she replied, warming to her, "He 
touches me in places I never knew existed, and I don't 
ever want to lose that. He makes me feel," she searched 
for a word, " - myself. Like I want to be better than 
who I am." 

"Then we can understand each other," Marion said, 
gently, "Be happy." Megan stepped forward and hugged the 
older woman, kissing her cheek. "Bye, sweet girl."

They left Bolton, taking the M62, and drove into Leeds. 
Jeff hadn't been there for a while and Emily had never 
been there. They spent part of their day in the Royal 
Armouries Museum, and lunching beside the River Aire. 
They did a small tourist thing around Leeds, being seen, 
confident their scheme would work, afraid it wouldn't. 
Knowing that their ferry wasn't leaving until 8:30pm for 
an overnight crossing, they realized that they could 
only hide by the purloined letter method, in plain 
sight. 

Rejoining the M62, they travelled along it until the met 
the A63, and drove right into Hull. They arrived at 
6.00pm thinking they would have plenty of time to eat 
and relax before they would need to appear on the 
ferry's dock. Jeff had never been to Hull before, so 
followed the signs that said the city centre was closer 
than the docks. 

Turning off the A63, Jeff found himself on the Mount 
Pleasant Road, and not appreciating KFC or other fast 
foods, kept on it and turned right onto the Holderness 
Road. He took one look at the fast food place and rolled 
his eyes, only to find, across the road, a small café, 
the Excellent Café. It was still open, so he turned into 
Nornabell Street and parked the car in the small car 
park there. 

They got out, locked the car and went for dinner. Emily 
didn't know if she could eat, she was afraid, 
exhilarated, depressed and worn, all at the same time. 
Struck by the aroma of the coffee, the old fashioned 
English cooking, and the heavy scent of chips, her 
appetite returned. Replenished in the old styled café, 
they slowly made their way to the P&O ferry dock. 
Eventually, their car was loaded, they got onto the 
ferry, and went hunting to find their cabin. 

Still no one had jumped out to stop them. 

They found their cabin, small, clean and while not 
really comfortable, they were able to stretch out. The 
excitement of the day, the risks they had taken, their 
brazen openness was taking its toll. They were captured 
on CCTV footage all along their trip. A two and a half 
hour drive had taken them nine hours, exposed all the 
way. And they had made their first real goal, the ferry. 

Jeff wondered at Megan's ability to do this. Anyone else 
he knew would likely blow it by looking worried about 
something, by being obviously stressed. Not Megan. Her 
confidence had calmed him a lot, and he knew it. If 
anyone was to look at the footage, and Jeff didn't know 
they were, they would see a very attractive young 
strawberry blond, Emily, with brown eyes, about 5'7" 
tall, an hourglass figure, straight nose and glasses. 

It was the lifts that Jeff had put into Emily's shoes 
that made a real difference. She had to stand in a 
completely different way to Megan, it wasn't that the 
lifts were adding a lot of height, but because she had 
to stand taller, she walked differently. Jeff knew that 
the way a person carried themselves would make people 
look a second time, if they identified movement. Once 
the movement was recognised, memories would identify 
that person, even if we do not see their face. We do it 
unconsciously, and the combined effects Jeff managed did 
not give many clues as to allow recognition. Megan had 
been practicing with the lifts since she arrived at 
Jeff's, the week before and her movement now was 
natural, flowing. When she took the lifts out, she may 
find it just as awkward to walk as Megan for a while. 

The overnight crossing was uneventful, except Jeff fell 
out of the bottom berth as he got out after they had 
made love, the berths not being large enough to sleep in 
each other's arms. The ocean was kind to them, rocking 
them to sleep in its gentle rocking of the ferry. The 
North Sea tide though, was not really working for them 
and the ferry arrived a little after the scheduled time, 
but that did not worry the young lovers. Emily was happy 
being full of Jeff's semen, and Jeff was just happy to 
be anywhere with her. 

Jeff did one thing, he pulled out the ring he had bought 
for her and asked her again to marry him. She squealed 
with delight at the beautiful ring as he slid it over 
her finger. For Megan this was a show of his commitment 
and his love for her. For Jeff it was an affirmation of 
their love. The best part was that she got to wear the 
ring all the time.

They got the car off the ferry, and driving away from 
Zeebrugge, found a rather large bin, and dumped the bag 
of hair. They then made their way to Cologne, via 
Antwerp. Emily was a little concerned about the border 
crossings from Belgium to Netherlands then into Germany, 
but Jeff assured her that the days of big, burly guards 
suspiciously checking visas were gone. The border 
crossing was a sign on one side of a river that said 
they were leaving Belgium, and another said they were 
now in Netherlands. Apart from the wording, they both 
had the European flag, a ring of stars on a sky blue 
field, they looked the same. Some 40 minutes later, 
there was another pair of signs, one saying Netherlands 
and the next read "Bundes-republik Deutschland", they 
had crossed into Germany. 

At that point, Emily was convinced they would make their 
goal. The coloured contacts came out but she kept the 
glasses. When Megan looked in the mirror, she could see 
herself again. 

Cologne was different to anything Megan had ever seen 
before. Jeff went into the city, following the Google 
map he had been viewing on his smart phone, looking for 
the famous Cologne cathedral. Coming in on the eastward 
bound route, they had stayed on the E40 until they got 
to Luxembourger Strasse. They drove past a bewildering 
array of single and multistoried brick buildings, built 
in different ages, along a tram line, through 
intersections, into a short and seedier section, then 
out past a large Bauhaus store. 

Making their way along a number of changing streets, 
they finally came to the Komoedien Strasse. Jeff was 
lucky enough to get a park out front of a bank not far 
from the cathedral itself and were glad of the 
opportunity to stretch their legs. They admired the 
wonderful intricacies of the architecture, not surprised 
at the scaffolding on the side of the building. 

They were relaxed and just being tourists, aware with 
such a historic building, the crowd and the banks, that 
there would be a large number of CCTV cameras. They made 
no overt attempt to locate cameras, just ignored them as 
they hoped the police would not pay too much attention 
to them. They had worked out very early in their 
planning that people trying to hide were caught, but 
people going about a normal routine, trying to do usual 
things were less likely to raise suspicion. 

The visit to Cologne Cathedral, with camera, was 
typically normal. Emily was still apparent, it was 
unlikely that the cameras would catch Megan's blue eyes, 
not Emily's dark eyes. What Jeff and Megan did not know 
was that the British police were not looking for them, 
they were looking for Megan in England. 

After a light lunch, they continued their eastward 
journey, onward to Nuremberg. This was the longest leg 
of their road trip so far. Arriving late, they stopped 
overnight. Jeff had not made a booking, deliberately, 
knowing there are any number of hotels and motels in 
Nuremberg. They ended up at the Woehrdersee Hotel, 
Mercure Nuremberg City, for a pleasant nights rest. From 
there they decided not to play tourist, but to move on 
to Budapest the next day. 

Before leaving, Jeff organised the tolls he would have 
to pay so he could just drive on without having to stop 
for other than fuel and food. Making their way along the 
OstendStrasse, they rejoined the E45 and headed east 
again. Apart from necessary refuelling stops, they just 
kept going. Crossing the border into Austria, their 
route had them by-passing Vienna. They drove around it 
and decided that they would have to come back to it when 
they could. An hour later, they crossed the border into 
Hungary. 

They were about two hours from Budapest at the border, 
and Jeff began to relax. Every mile eastward now meant 
that the police were another mile behind. They had 
gotten this far, and they were a mile closer to their 
destination. 

They drove into Budapest, late Friday afternoon, tired, 
hungry and exhilarated at their progress. For them, this 
was enough for the day, time to stop driving and relax. 

Jeff booked them into the five star Razc Hotel and 
Thermal Spa. Emily's mouth stayed open as she gawked at 
the sheer luxury of the place. This was a building of 
living history, blending old architecture and 
craftsmanship with modernity. The original building was 
built by the Ottomans, it reflected their art and 
structural design, exotic arches everywhere with 
alabaster masonry. Modern additions gave it plush 
carpeting, chandeliers everywhere. Emily thought that 
the cinema at home was exotic, but this was just 
overwhelming. 

Jeff was amused at her reaction and talked her though 
different parts of it. While he had never been here, he 
had seen similar buildings when traveling with his 
parents as a child. It was buildings like this that led 
him into a love of history. He recognised early that it 
is history that shapes architecture, cities, politics, 
everything stems from what has gone before. 

He realised that while many have tried, no one could 
really control history- not even Big Brother. Many 
individuals stood out in history, but none of them stood 
alone, they always had a system, a social structure, 
behind them, even if it wasn't clear. The further south-
east they went, the more obvious the influence of the 
Ottomans would be. That was the system that drove much 
of the more recent history of this region. 

Megan was impressed by the architecture, but more so by 
the imaginative application of design. She had grown up 
with English styles all around her, from the ruins of 
Roman occupation to Gothic, Georgian, Victorian to 
modernist bland and post-modern daring. But this was in 
a class she had never seen or considered before. 

The bellboy guided them to their room, their home for 
the next two nights. As they passed through the door, 
Megan was just blown away by the room itself. A study in 
golds, and dark wood, three hanging lights at one end 
with a spacious bathroom to the left as they walked in 
the door. The were paintings, not prints, on the walls, 
a TV embedded in the wall opposite a huge bed. 

Jeff asked the bellhop if dinner was still available, 
and found out that 24-hour room service was available. 
Slightly miffed, the bellhop assure Jeff this was a 5 
star hotel. Megan complemented him on his excellent 
English, and apologised for not being able to speak 
Hungarian. She also told him they were English and 
services in England were, quite often, not as good as 
they obviously were here - even in 5 star hotels. 

She then asked him if the spa was available at this time 
of the evening. He puffed up at the complements given 
him, assuring her that the spa would be open for her use 
at any time from 6am until midnight every day. She 
thanked him and asked Jeff if he would care to join her 
in the spa. 

He reminded her that swimming costumes were not part of 
their baggage, not even considered as part of their 
attire. Megan shook her head and said that it will have 
to wait until tomorrow then. In the mean time, she had 
spotted a rather magnificent bath tub, and would take 
her rest there this evening. 

The steam from the rather large bathtub rose in the cool 
air of the bathroom. Megan dropped her robe and stepped 
into the luxurious bath. Laying back she felt some of 
the tension from the last few weeks slipping away. The 
fear of discovery was not important any more. They were 
now openly traveling as a couple, not really hiding her 
name anymore. They were still conscious enough of the 
risks that she was named as Emily on the hotel register, 
using the Emily passport for the third time since 
leaving England. If asked, she would have produced her 
own ID. 

Settling into the bath, she heard Jeff come in after a 
trip downstairs to make sure the car was OK. 

"Megan?" he called.

"In the bath," she replied.

"Oh," he said, "The bath looks nice, but what's in it 
looks even better." 

Megan smiled at the compliment, and the really 
interested look that came with it. "Well, don't just 
stand there, I need someone to wash my back, and my 
front, then my bits.." 

Before she was finished, Jeff's clothes lay in a pile 
where his feet were and he stepped into the huge bath. 
Megan noted that even before he was finished undressing 
his interest had displayed itself. She loved that cock, 
loved to watch it get hard, loved in her mouth, inside 
her cunt. The feel of it in her hand was enough to make 
her juices flow freely. God, she thought, what a slut I 
have become. She reached up and put the finely scented 
soap into her hand, then reached down and took hold of 
his tool, gently rubbing it, cleaning it. 

Jeff was moaning as he lent forward and kissed her, 
fondling a breast as he did so, holding himself up with 
one hand. Megan pushed him back and sat up, to take his 
now hard horn into her mouth. She sucked him for a 
little while, and then pulled back, "Save that for 
later," she said, "My turn now." 

While it was a little awkward, there was enough room in 
the bath for her to turn around, presenting her back to 
him. Dutifully, Jeff grabbed the soap and rubbed it over 
her, then as best he could, he massaged her shoulders, 
the muscles surrounding her shoulder blades, and down as 
low as he could go. 

"Can you get on all fours?" he asked.

Megan did so and soon felt Jeff's soap covered fingers 
washing her arse. Megan felt him touching her hole, and 
she jumped a little, not just from the unexpectedness of 
the touch, but from the little electric thrill that 
seemed to connect to her vagina. 

Withdrawing his hands, Jeff lathered up a finger and 
then proceeded to push it into her hole. 

"Fuck!" she exclaimed. "Oooo, that is nice, but 
sheesh..." She was really unused to such an invasion, 
and as Jeff pushed in further, she clamped her sphincter 
muscles, ejecting his finger. 

"Oh," said Jeff, "I was doing something a little 
different." 

"Yes, I know," she said. "And that is something we are 
just going to have to take a little easy I think. Later 
you can try it, but not for now." 

Jeff didn't push the issue, but continued to wash around 
her bum. He stopped for a second or so and Megan felt 
his finger replaced with his tongue. "Oh fuck, you're 
licking my arse hole!" 

"Mmmm," Jeff replied. 

"Oh yeah, that is really erotic!" Megan moaned.

After a few minutes, Jeff lifted his head and started 
washing her vagina. Megan could not lower her shoulders 
any further, not without dipping her face into the bath 
water. Jeff washed then fingered her vagina until it was 
nice and juicy, He then moved and slid his silken rod 
into her. 

"Ahhh" she cried, "Oh yeah!" as he pumped slowly in and 
out of her. "But, don't cum yet. I want you in that huge 
bed!" 

After a few more strokes, Jeff pulled out and said, 
"That bed had better not be too far away babe." 

Looking over her shoulder, she giggled, "Just in the 
next room, and we can fuck up a real storm there. It's 
huge!"

"Ooooh yeah! But for now..." Jeff replaced his dick with 
his fingers. He pushed two fingers into her now dripping 
love canal and used his thumb on her clit. It wasn't 
long and Megan's gasps and sighs and moans became more 
and more urgent. Her back stiffened, her thighs trembled 
and seized up. The muscles in her vagina grabbed hold of 
Jeff's fingers as she came, hard. 

Continuing for a few more strokes, as Megan's orgasm 
faded, Jeff pulled his fingers out of her, licking them 
clean. He loved the taste of her. Megan rolled gently 
into the warm bath water, taking Jeff's other hand and 
pulling him to her. She kissed him and said that she 
just loved what he did to her. 

Taking the soap, Megan washed Jeff all over, paying 
special attention to his hardening cock, again. Washing 
it thoroughly, then making sure the soap was off it, she 
bathed in in her saliva as she slid her lips around it 
again. Jeff moaned as Megan slowly sucked his dick to 
full hardness, until Jeff said, "Oooh babe, better stop 
there if you want to try and break the bed." 

Stepping out of the bath, their foreplay continued with 
drying each other down, paying special attention to 
those parts they most liked to fondle. Jeff reminded 
Megan that even with the softest towels they were using, 
it was not a good thing to put too much pressure on his 
cock. Megan noted that the roughness of the towelling 
was stimulating, and he would have to ensure that she 
was dry all over, not just to ninety-five percent of her 
body. Jeff decided the only way to dry her right off 
would be to lick her dry, which he did and completely 
failed to achieve his goal. Megan however, orgasmed yet 
again, so was not disappointed with Jeff's efforts. 

They finally made it to the bed, and Megan rolled onto 
her back, pulling Jeff on top of her. Try as she might, 
she was unable to hook both ankles over the edge of the 
bed at the same time. Jeff entered her in one smooth 
motion, and pounded away on her clit, much to Megan's 
pleasure. 

"Cum in me," she cried and Jeff kept his rhythm up, 
making them bounce on the mattress as he thrust into 
her. Megan gave up trying to spread her legs that far 
and wrapped them around Jeff as he fucked her. 

"Cum in me!" she cried again, "Cum in me!" Thrust in, 
"Cum in ME!" Pull out, "Cum IN ME!" she cried, Thrust 
in, "CUM IN ME!" Megan demanded. Pull out, "CUM IN ME!" 
Thrust in, "CUM IN ME!" Pull out, "CUM IN ME!" Thrust 
in, "CUM IN ME!" Pull out, "CUM IN ME!" Thrust in, "CUM 
IN ME!" Pull out, "CUM IN ME!" Thrust in, "CUM IN ME!" 
Pull out, "CUM IN ME!" Thrust in, "CUM IN MEEEEE!" Megan 
cried again as she came herself. 

"Yes, YES, YES" cried Jeff as he thrust as far as he 
could into her. He could feel the spasms of her muscles 
wrapped around his prick, trying to pull him deeper into 
her, milking him, demanding his juices. One final thrust 
and Jeff's balls spewed their milk into her eagerly 
awaiting love canal. 

Gasping for breath, Jeff collapsed into his lover's 
arms, her legs firmly wrapped around him, holding him in 
her. She kissed him and made sure he was well settled on 
her. He went to move and she stopped him, holding him in 
place. She kissed his lips again and unlocked her ankles 
as she felt his dick detumescing. She realized that he 
had driven all the way here, with a few breaks, for 
refuelling, both the car and themselves, and he still 
had the energy to fuck her like he did. She marvelled at 
his strength, the power he held inside himself, knowing 
that he was sharing that with her. 

"On your back, Superman!" she said. 

He dutifully did precisely that, but was just too worn 
out to make comment. Megan moved and swooped on his now 
flaccid dick, licking and sucking the semen off it. She 
licked his balls, his pubic hair, cleaning every part of 
him. 

"Sleep now, my darling. Rest, as you will need to be 
strong tomorrow." 

"Mmm," Jeff responded, "Food, too." 

"I'll go down to the restaurant and get something." 

"Just call Room Service," Jeff mumbled. 

"Ahh, the fabled Room Service it is." 

Megan lifted the room's phone, next to the bed, but 
realised she had no idea what to order. She recalled 
seeing a couple of folders on the room's desk and 
wondered if one was a menu. It was, with each item 
listed in Hungarian and English. She had noted earlier 
in the day there was a lot of signage that was also 
translated into English. She was pleasantly surprised 
that she would be able to find her way around the menu. 

She looked at Jeff, to ask him what he would like and 
saw his chest rising and falling deeply, slowly. She 
just about laughed at him lying on his back, asleep. 
Finally, she had worn him out, she thought. Going to the 
bed, she gently threw the sheet over him, followed by 
the light blanket. It was warm in the room, despite the 
air conditioning. 

Megan placed an order from the Bistro, and within 20 
minutes, two fresh cooked meals were presented at the 
door. This gave Megan just enough time for a wash and to 
quickly dress. 

The bellboy asked if she wanted to charge it to the 
room, she nodded, knowing she did not actually have any 
cash herself. He said he would take care of it. Megan 
did not know what to do next, she thanked him and asked 
him to quietly put the trays on the table near the door. 
She saw Jeff's wallet in his jeans and quickly took out 
a five Euro note, to give the bellboy, he politely 
accepted the note and it disappeared like some magic 
trick. Megan did not even see the bellboy blink at 
Jeff's supine form in bed, and she was sure that the 
aroma of their recent activities would be lingering. He 
made no noise nor raised an eyebrow, already he seemed a 
master of discretion. 

Closing the door behind him, Megan smelt the food for 
the first time. She realised that she was actually 
famished herself. 

She quietly tasted one of the dishes, and fell in love 
with European food. While the aroma was tantalizing the 
taste was unbelievable. Such food, she thought, why 
would she ever settle for English bland again. Roast 
beef and Yorkshire pudding! A world away! She had no 
idea what it was she ordered, something that had the 
word lamb in it and some kind of vegetable dish, but it 
was delicious. 

Somewhat guiltily, she spoke to Jeff, "Food's here," 
waking him to the aroma of their meal. They ate, at the 
table, and Jeff was back in bed and asleep again, almost 
before he was finished his meal. 

Megan was replete. She was tired from the traveling, 
worn out by the wonderful sex they had shared and now 
filled with the fare of the House. She lay next to Jeff, 
snuggled up to him and closed her eyes, asleep within 
moments it seemed. 

***

Shopping in Budapest

Crossing to the older city on the Erzsebet bridge, Jeff 
did a U-turn to find a small car park, mostly empty, 
it's Saturday morning. Locking the car, they walked in 
the direction of the traffic, away from the bridge. 
Crossing the road, they took a left turn down a likely 
looking road and just marvelled at the varieties of 
stores and felt their illusions about what they would 
find in Budapest just shattered. Even more than two 
decades after the collapse of Communism, a decade before 
Megan was born, the old stereo-types were hard to 
overcome. 

As usual, there were far more women's fashion shops than 
men's. Megan took great delight in buying clothes, as 
she was no longer hampered by a protective mother. While 
the stores they looked in were upper crust fashions, 
Megan wanted stylish, for herself. They bought jeans at 
a jean shop and passed a drapery with the most wonderful 
materials in the window, but would only pass them up. 

For the first time, Megan was disappointed she had not 
really bothered to learn even a little about design and 
fashion. She would love to have felt some of those 
materials on her skin. Walking further down the street, 
she bought a new pair of sneakers, and sandals, and 
dress courts. She was happy trying the different shoes 
on, having some really gorgeous young sales woman 
fussing around her. 

The sales lady was a bit surprised when Megan stood, and 
was a little shorter than what she was in her own 
sneakers. Megan offered no explanation, but recognised 
that Emily's time was coming to an end. While it had 
been necessary, she really felt she would not miss Emily 
at all. 

Starting to be laden with packages, they thought they 
had better get to and find a shop where they could buy 
some bathers. Passing another restaurant, a Syrian 
restaurant, they saw a small shop and went in, but it 
was a women's store. Megan picked out a blouse and a 
jacket to add to her meagre wardrobe. Wandering around a 
bit more, crossing into another street, they saw a store 
named Reserved, and in the window were both men's and 
women's clothes on mannequins. Finally they got what 
they originally went out for. 

They stopped for lunch at a nearby al fresco restaurant, 
right next to something that resembled a store that has 
golden arches and sold future coronaries. During lunch, 
Megan asked Jeff how much her shopping expedition had 
cost so far. 

"Don't worry about it," Jeff said, "We are ok for money. 
The pound is up against the Euro, right now, so it goes 
a little further than it used to." 

"But, I don't want to spend money on things that I 
wouldn't have bought otherwise." 

"Darling, it is simple," Jeff started, "Money is the 
least of our problems, even if Father cuts me out of his 
will." 

"Would he do that?" 

"He might think about it, but the fact is that he won't. 
Father and Stephen came to an arrangement years ago." 

"Stephen?"

"Oh yes," Jeff laughed, "We really haven't spent any 
time talking about our respective families have we. Been 
too busy otherwise." 

Megan laughed and said, "Difficult to do much else than 
breath between orgasms with you!" 

"OK, Stephen is my elder brother, and when Father found 
out he was gay, there was hell to pay." 

"Oh? I thought families were supposed to be enlightened 
these days. Given your mother's and Marion's 
relationship, I would have thought he was more tolerant 
than that." 

"Y-e-e-e-ssss, but he came out before Mother and Marion 
met," stalling why furiously thinking about how he was 
going to break the news to Megan. "Well, Stephen will 
not have an heir. While that is somewhat axiomatic, 
Father was furious. Not at the fact the Stephen was gay, 
but that he absolutely refused to put some poor girl "up 
the duff" to satisfy Father's desire for a male 
grandson."

"And that is important to your father?" 

"Oh yes, very. The family fortune goes to the heir. 
Sister Alice and I were supposed to sponge off the trust 
funds, but Stephen poured cold water over that plan. As 
I am the next male heir after Stephen, it comes to me 
when Father decides he has had enough and/or if he dies. 
Besides, Stephen loves what he does and is not likely to 
take over anyway." 

"The family fortune?" 

"Yes, dear." 

"Trust fund?" Megan was somewhat amazed by these 
revelations. 

"And titles." Jeff said.

"And title?" Even more incredulously.

"Yes - but that happens after Stephen dies, I think."

"What title?" 

"ummm Lord Douden, or I will be the Eighth Lord of 
Douden - Stephen is the seventh." 

"The Doudens?" 

"Uhhuh." 

"A history teacher? Lord Douden?" 

"Yes, mm no, mmm well, sort of." Jeff nodded. 

"What do you mean 'sort of'?"

"Well, Father is the Earl of Partridge Bay, and Lord 
Douden. But, Stephen currently holds the title of Lord 
Douden as a courtesy title, Father doesn't use it. That 
makes me an Honourable." 

"Oh fuck!" whispered Megan. 

"Sorry?" Jeff said, suddenly concerned. 

"You mean to say, I have been shagging the heir of Lord 
Douden?" 

"Well, I wouldn't say that-"

"Well, how else would you say it?" 

"I would say that the heir presumptive to the title of 
the Earl of Partridge Bay, fell in love with a wonderful 
young woman and is going to marry her-in a few months 
actually." 

"Oh yes, I think I like your way much better. But a 
History teacher?" 

"Yes. I had to do something, and I love history." 

"This is a bit of a surprise." 

"I did mean to tell you, but the time never seemed 
right." 

"Can't understand why." 

"Sorry, but it doesn't make a lot of difference 
actually." 

"Not a lot of difference? You think?" 

"Well, look, family history. My many times grandfather 
earned a knighthood during the Norman invasion. He got a 
small plot of land, in Partridge Bay, became Lord Douden 
of Partridge Bay, and it all remained simply that, for 
generations. My seven times grandfather was granted the 
title of Earl by George III, doing whatever he did for 
the crown, securing England against the French 
Revolution or Napoleon or some such. Nelson and 
Wellington were not the only ones to win peerages then.

A peerage, an Earldom of the family estates, but not a 
lot else. In the 1890's my great-great and great- 
grandfathers managed to build a small property 
portfolio, and in the 1920's, great-grandfather secured 
a small landholding and sold it a year later for a good 
profit. With this money, and no debt, and right at the 
time the Great Depression hit, he and grandfather used 
that money to buy up as many properties as they could.

"They sold some, kept many, but bought more properties 
with little borrowings, sold more properties, making 
larger profits, just by buying cheap, selling higher, 
and not borrowing much. During the war, they made money, 
a lot of money, from war contracts, whatever they were 
doing, plus selling land to the government for military 
use. After the war, they bought it back for essentially 
what they were paid for it. When great-grandfather died, 
Grandfather took over in the 'sixties, and went into the 
commercial market with a vengeance. That is where the 
real money came from. Father, he works at the business, 
but now has a board to help him not make a mess of it." 

"So that's all, is it?" Megan asked, "Buy cheap, sell 
high?" 

"Essentially yeah, that's it." 

"Is that what you will be doing? Taking over from your 
father?"

"That wasn't ever my plan, no. I am afraid it requires a 
ruthlessness I am just not comfortable with- and not 
sure I possess." 

"Oh?"

"Grandfather said that we should not do much in good 
times except get ready for the next crash. Keep what you 
can, and build lots of easily converted things and a 
large cash reserve. Said that there was always going to 
be a spectacular crash once a generation and the cashed 
up groups were always going to come out in front. That 
is how they really got started, during the Great 
Depression. Sold a lot in the War, bought it back after 
the War, then sold it in the mini-booms of the fifties 
and sixties. Kept the commercial properties where he 
could, sold off land for housing, and went 
international. 

The crash of the late 'eighties allowed him to buy a lot 
of property, both commercial and residential. By the 
mid-nineties prices had gone back to where they were, 
but Grandfather died so didn't see the end of it. Father 
took over and sold off a lot, kept the profits, and 
massively built the cash reserves. 

There were a few opportunities, in the late nineties 
like with the collapse of the Asian Tigers, but not that 
substantial until the GFC in 2009. Really valuable 
housing properties in the US in particular were sold at 
bargain basement prices, bought up by a fully owned 
subsidiary. When the Yanks figure out they own much less 
of their own country than they used to, they will 
complain, but Douden's will not be hurt."

"You mean your father bought people's homes cheap?" 

"Oh yes, the Trust paid a couple of hundred thousand for 
a house on a large property in Maryland now worth well 
over a million dollars, and another million when 
subdivided. Same in other parts of the US and not just 
houses. There were also a number of skyscrapers in New 
York and Chicago that were over mortgaged, the Company 
got them cheaply. A few developers went broke, Douden's 
bought their developments, cheaply as they could, 
completed the projects and as values grew, have slowly 
sold them off. Basically, they bought up millions and 
millions of pounds of properties in the US and Canada, 
cheaply, now all of that is at least double what it was, 
and the markets there have not fully recovered. Some 
parts of the country are still extremely undervalued." 

"And you don't want to be a part of that?" 

"Oh god no! Look, my father is playing on people's 
misery. They go broke, and have to sell up, losing 
everything they have in most cases, and the Company 
profits from it. Not a comfortable thought for me I am 
afraid." 

"But you will head it up one day?"

"Maybe, it has been set up so that the current head of 
the House can't interfere in the operations of the board 
of trustees, but he can sack them-well half of them, if 
they step too far out of line or if they involve the 
Trust in any sort of illegal nonsense and such. There is 
a heap of other things he can and can't do but 
essentially, he has an overseer role, but can't involve 
himself in direct management. A large part of the 
profits of the Companies go to the Trust and for future 
purchases, and some of it goes into income producing 
investments for the beneficiaries."

"Who are?"

"Stephen, as Lord Douden, Alice, is Lady Alice, she 
married a Viscount so keeps her title, her two children, 
me, as an Honourable, my Aunt, and her two children, my 
cousins. As well as any children we may have." 

"Alice married a Viscount?"

"Oh yes, and her husband is not actually a beneficiary. 
Alice gets an increased stipend for him and for her 
children until they are legally adults, then they get a 
larger share. Oh, its all thought out."

"Divorce might get a bit nasty then?"

"No, not an issue at all. Grandfather saw the way 
divorce was going, so made sure Father and Aunt Gwen got 
prenuptials signed before they were known as 
prenuptials."

"Your mother signed one?" 

"Oh yes, but she thought it was such a good idea that 
she had dad sign one too. She was "independently 
wealthy" as they say, but she was a canny money maker 
and her personal income was larger than dad's some 
years. She paid for my schooling, and university, she 
bought the terrace from the Trust and sold it to me, 
well her estate did, so if I did move up there, I would 
be independent from Father. This was always planned by 
her, according to Marion, her parting gift for me and 
set up when she knew she was dying."

"Sold it to you, as a gift?" 

"Yes, death duties are enormous, so taxes are always a 
consideration. If it is part of her estate, it is not 
inherited, because it is part of her legacy trust. It 
can be sold and the money goes into the Trust, which is 
not an inheritance. Wouldn't have mattered where I went 
to live, she made provision for it. But that was my 
favourite place, and I was glad to come and live there. 
Now for a lot of other reasons too." 

"If we get married, will I have to sign one?"

"Well, it is up to you, but until you do, the moment we 
get married I get nothing more from the Trust." 

"Bit cold-blooded isn't it?" 

"That is my father and grand-father, I am afraid. 
Nothing comes between a Douden and their money."

"Taxes?"

"None of the companies owned by the Trust are registered 
in England, so all the profits are shipped out as 
foreign investments, with minimal taxes and returned as 
foreign profits, with minimal taxes. I don't understand 
it, but the accountants do. All we pay in taxes are 
normal VAT and income taxes, some land taxes, and the 
like. The Trust doesn't pay much in tax at all - 
apparently. Death duties are minimised by the Trust's 
ownership of everything." 

"You have no interest in any of this?"

"Not a lot. When dad passes it to me, then he will 
already have put into place someone who will be able to 
manage the whole thing. If he doesn't, Alice's children 
are nearly grown so she will have time, but whether she 
will be interested- I don't know. I am not interested, 
so that would make me the worst possible person to hold 
the title and all the reins." 

"Wow, such a future..."

"I never wanted it, believe it or not. Second sons 
usually waste the family fortune they can get hold of, 
or become vicars, or soldiers and die in battle or go 
off on some other foolish adventure to get themselves 
killed, or be heroes. Britain was made Great by Second 
Sons." They laughed. 

"Oh I can believe it, but I am not sure how I feel about 
not being told before we came here." 

"Would it have made a difference?" 

"I - I- don't - well, no." Megan said. "What I want now 
is to be with you, Jeff Hunt, not the future Lord 
Douden." 

"Well, I will be Earl of Partridge Bay, Lord Douden, and 
you my love, will be Countess of Partridge Bay. And you 
will always be with me." Jeff replied. 

"Wait a minute, I thought you said Stephen was Lord 
Douden." 

"Technically, it is a courtesy title, but when Father 
dies, all of it passes to me. I become Lord Douden, 
which passes to our eldest son when he is born. But we 
can cover this further later, we have a job to prepare 
for on Monday morning. " 

"Yeah," she said, "I know, but I don't want to think 
about that right now. I think would like to try and 
wreck that bed though." 

Laughing, they went to a phone store and purchased a 
phone for Megan. They made sure it all worked and would 
be able to call home, when the time came.

The returned to the hotel and the first thing they did 
was to change into the newly purchased swim suits and 
went to the spa. Megan was surprised when they were 
given battery operated lamps, though. To reach the spa, 
they had to pass into the oldest part of the original 
building. Apparently, during reconstruction, it was 
decided that this part of the building would not be 
connected to electricity, keeping the original 
experience of the Ottomans attending the spa. 

The rooms and corridors they passed through to get to 
the spa were pure Ottoman, stylized arches, filigreed 
scroll work masonry, of such detail she marvelled at the 
patience and skill required to do such work. This was 
far more than she had seen in the hotel proper, and the 
sheer beauty of it took her breath away. The moving 
lamps highlighted different aspects of the work as the 
light shifted, opening mysterious recesses, hiding other 
spaces, shadows dancing on alabaster walls forging links 
with the five centuries of visitors here. 
They took some stairs down into a corridor, and the air 
became humid and hotter. The heat in the spa room itself 
was oppressive. It had built up with little ventilation, 
but the aroma of the water, being a mineral spa, was 
cloying. While Megan didn't gag, she was certainly 
uncomfortable with breathing the air in the spa. 

Finally reaching the steamy waters, Jeff took her hand, 
disrobed her and helped her down into the hot water. She 
gasped at the heat swarming up her legs, over her body, 
it was likely hotter than anything she was used to. Jeff 
too stepped in and gasped as he did so. They could feel 
the heat seeping into their bodies, their pores, 
cleansing them. The slightly effervescent waters, the 
salts, all seemed to make the skin tingle, exciting 
nerve endings all over their bodies. 

Their bodies adjusted to the heat and it became 
relaxing. Movement in the spa was slow and languorous, 
loose and yielding. The tensions of the past weeks were 
slowly being drained from them. They relaxed and enjoyed 
the simple pleasure of just luxuriating in naturally 
heated water. 

Lounging in the heated water, then plunging into the 
colder water was a shock to the system. Megan knew the 
Romans did this all the time, as did the Japanese and 
Chinese and many other cultures around the world, but 
she no longer wondered at why it never caught on in 
England. The shock to the system was dreadful, but once 
passed the initial shock, she felt wonderful, better 
than she had done for a long time. The look in Jeff's 
face told a similar story. 

They walked back to their room in that measured pace the 
British had culturally developed, the one that would 
brook no intrusion. They felt wonderful, relaxed and 
incredibly horny. 

A soon as the door was shut, they were ripping robes and 
bathers off each other, hardly stopping to dry the 
remnants of the spa's waters from themselves. Kissing 
any part of each other's bodies if it came close enough, 
they struggled their way to the large bed. Megan, on 
top, pounded her clit onto his pubis, drawing as much 
into him as she could. She felt the iron hardness of his 
prick forcing itself upwards, contacting the entrance to 
her womb, filling her slick canal with silken skin over 
ramrod hard flesh. 

Again and again she forced him into her as deep as she 
could get him, as she felt her orgasm mounting. Deep as 
he was, their flesh bashing together, squashing and then 
releasing her clit, and her body was just taken by the 
massive contractions in her cunt. She screamed her cum, 
expelling all the air in her lungs. Jeff held on as her 
love muscles grasped at him, but he didn't want to cum 
just yet.

Giving Megan a little chance to recover, he rolled her 
under him and began to gently fuck her. He slid in and 
out slowly, enjoying the sensations of pleasuring his 
cock, pulling almost all the way out, then slowly 
pushing into her again, sliding deep into her love 
grotto. Again he slowly made love to her, caressing the 
insides of her cunt with the silken skin of his hardened 
knob. Over and over again, allowing the sexual tension 
building inside them both, no release, just slow, strong 
movements. Jeff's desire was to just pound away on her, 
his body demanding he do so, allowing him to shoot his 
waiting sperm into her. 

She too was demanding him to move faster, to bring them 
to a fevered pitch, but he resisted. Kissing her, 
lowering his mouth to her breasts, then kissing her 
again he kept that slow rhythmic movement going on and 
on. Their breathing reaching a pitch, their bodies fully 
engaged with each other, their aromas wrapping around 
them, pushing them to even an even higher level of 
ecstasy. They could no longer maintain that, as the 
tensions inside them just exploded, their joint 
convulsions, spurring the other, his seed pushing itself 
out of him into her. She was a vessel being filled with 
his hot cum, swimming as deep as his tool could place it 
into her. 

Gasping their breath, Jeff rolled onto his side, pulling 
Megan with him, still joined by Jeff's slowly 
detumescing tool. He recovered his breath, and pushed 
her onto her back. Jeff sat up, then got to his knees as 
she wondered what he was up to. Without any hesitation, 
he scrambled a little and buried his head between her 
thighs. Slipping his knees either side of her head, he 
tried to place his dick as best he could into her mouth. 
She didn't hesitate at all and opened her jaws to 
receive his cum-covered dick. Slurping on her snatch, 
Jeff plunged his tongue into her while feeling his 
lover's mouth caressing his cock. 

He felt her soft tongue sweeping over his knob, along 
his shaft, cleaning the semen from it. She felt his 
tongue run along her labia and dip into her vaginal 
canal, the licking the oozing semen from down along 
towards her arse. Neither of them came close to an 
orgasm and finally, as if by pre-arranged signal, they 
stopped licking and sucking each other. Jeff rotated 
again and kissed Megan another of those seriously 
languid kisses, that to Megan felt like he was pouring 
his soul into her as much as he was his semen. They soon 
fell into the sleep of the satiated. 

Saturday became Sunday, and they awoke fully recovered 
from their loving the night before. Showering together 
was always a pleasure, and this morning was extra 
special. Their touching, caressing and kissing 
heightened every nerve in their bodies. They knew though 
it was not a time to make love, rather a time to get out 
and walk around Budapest. Finding a locality guide, they 
went trekking, looking for places of interest, being 
tourists in this beautiful, divided city. 

Megan knew these were once two different cities, or 
perhaps more likely villages, and was constantly on the 
lookout for those differences, every time they crossed 
the river. She was a little disappointed that she could 
not see anything obvious, but then, she really didn't 
know what to look for. If there were obvious 
differences, then she would have picked them up quickly, 
like anyone who looked. The differences would be subtle, 
and likely buried under layers of time. 

The buildings on both sides of the river reflected the 
history of the city. A mix of externally inspired 
buildings from every major era of the city's history. 
Some obviously Ottoman, some obviously Communist, some 
from what Megan would call the Victorian Age, but with 
vast differences, but also some from eras she did not 
recognise. 

The day was a wonderful experience for Megan, just 
wandering around then catching a bus to another part of 
the city, following the guide as best they could. Taking 
photos and holding hands and hugging at odd times, 
squashed together by commuter traffic, eating in small 
cafes, a cup of tea somewhere else. Simple things, like 
finding a toilet became an adventure in frustration at 
times, but really they were never far away. They 
returned to their hotel well after dark, so took 
lanterns and went to the spa.

They relaxed for the rest of the evening, and had a late 
supper in their room. Readying for bed, Megan thought 
she would like to try something. She rearranged the 
pillows, placing two of them in a line along the edge of 
the bed. 

"Erm... can I ask what are you doing?" Jeff asked.

"Rearranging the pillows." 

"Ok-a-ay, bu-u-t..."

"Show you." She said. She laid down on the pillows on 
her back. Jeff moved to get onto the bed, but she said, 
"No, I want you here."

"Oh, why then?" 

"I want to feel your balls resting on my nose."

"Errm What?" 

"Come and stand here." she indicated, so Jeff moved, 
willing to go along with anything she wanted. He stood 
at her head now, and she reached out, undid the belt of 
his jeans, then his jeans, and let them drop. She pulled 
his underpants down, and took hold of his dick, stroking 
it, turning his semi-hardened tool into a hardened pole. 

"Now, fuck me, in my mouth." Megan said, "I want to feel 
your balls on my nose." 

Jeff then realised she was actually lying with her head 
back, which made her throat straight. "Just put your 
dick in my mouth, push it it in slowly, and I am going 
to see if you can cum in my throat. Just don't forget, I 
have to breathe every now and again." 

Standing over her, he guided his cock into her upturned 
mouth. Slowly sliding it between her lips, he pushed it 
into her, then feeling the constriction at the back of 
her throat, pulled out a little, then gently pushed it 
in again. He could feel the knob rubbing on her 
epiglottis, pushing it aside as it entered her upper 
throat. The feeling changed as he got past her tonsils, 
much more constricted, her throat wrapped itself firmly 
around his cock. 

Pulling out slowly, he could hear her breathing out 
through her nose, then as he reached the maximum point, 
where her lips were the only thing holding his knob, he 
pushed in again, slowly, then he could see her breasts 
rising as she breathed in again. He pushed in again, 
through the tissues at the back of her throat, and into 
the top of the throat. Jeff kept a steady rhythm up 
giving her plenty of time to breathe. While this was 
very erotic, he was just loving it, but the feeling of 
building to a climax was not coming, it was just too 
slow. 

"Oh babe, this is really wonderful, but it is too slow, 
we could be doing this for another twenty minutes." 

A muffled "uh-uh" came and it set him off, 

"Fuck! Do that again!" 

"Mnmnmnmnm?" 

"Yes, it vibrates your mouth, that was fucking 
delicious. Sing if you like. Sing around my dick!" 

So every time she was able to breath out, Megan hummed a 
tune, vibrating her throat and exciting his cock to even 
greater heights. She quickly grabbed another breath as 
he pushed in and then repeated the action over and over 
again. Jeff was getting closer and closer, but then they 
got their timing wrong and Megan gagged, pushing his 
cock out altogether, "Ahh fuck!" she cried, "Just about 
got you." 

The colder air got to him and he lost his near cum. "Oh 
darling," he said, bending to kiss her, "That was 
awesome. I have never experienced anything like that 
before."

"I should hope not," Megan replied, laughingly.

Staying in one position like that places a strain on the 
body, and neither of them were keen to start again. 
Taking Jeff by the hand, Megan dragged him into the 
shower and, after stripping him, she washed him all 
over. At one point, she bent him forward and washed his 
bum, starting from the top, all the way around to his 
testicles. Her fingers payed particular attention to his 
rosebud, and she slid a finger into him. He relaxed and 
allowed himself to be digitally fucked by her. Megan 
moved, while still having one finger up his bum and with 
the other hand, grabbed his rampant cock and slowly 
stroked him. 

"Ooooh babe, what about you?"

"Not tonight my darling, you have been doing all this 
for me, my turn to do something special for you."

She washed herself all over, and allowed Jeff to 
pleasure her a little, before getting out of the shower. 
They dried each other off and Megan drew him to the bed. 
She then laid him down, and knelt between his legs. 
Bending down, she raised his knees upward and pushed 
them further apart. She kissed the knob of his dick and 
kissed down it, over his ball sack, and then licked her 
way lower, down to his arsehole. 

"Oh babe!" he said, "Wow." 

Her tongue flickered over it and she was rewarded by it 
puckering in excitement, his balls just tightening 
inside their fleshy sack. She kept this up for a while 
and then coming up, she continued to suck his cock. 
After a short time, she straddled him, pressing his tool 
between her pubis and his lower stomach. She reached 
over to the bed stand and grabbed a tube of gel. 

"There is one hole you haven't entered yet, and you will 
need a condom for that." 

Making sure there was plenty of gel on her fingers, she 
lubed up her own arsehole as best she could. She took a 
condom out off the drawer and fitted it to Jeff's prick. 
She then straddled him again, taking his now incredibly 
hard tool in hand, she lowered herself onto it. First 
she did not seem to relax enough for him to enter her. 
This was the first time for her, so she did not want to 
rush anything. Still, she could not get it in. 

"Here," Jeff said, "Roll over, it is easier if you can 
relax, while on your back, not trying to hold yourself 
upright." 

She complied and rolled them both over, with him on top. 
She raised her knees opening herself to him. Jeff 
carefully placed his dick at the entrance of her arse 
and slowly wiggled his condom covered prick around to 
get some of the gel onto it. Placing it properly she 
relaxed as best she could and he eased into her. Megan 
felt his cock pushing aside the tight sphincter muscles, 
stretching them like they had never been stretched 
before. He eased back a little, then pushed more of him 
into her. 

Fuck, she thought, this is not good, I am going to be 
fucking sore tomorrow. But she had committed now, and 
there was no going back. She grunted as he pushed 
himself full length into her. Jeff knew this was her 
first anal, so wasn't going to get too boisterous. The 
ring of muscle around his cock held him in or would push 
him out if it hurt too much. Just taking her gently, he 
pulled his cock back until he felt it gripping the ring 
around the base of the knob, then pushed in again. In 
and back, then in and back, a little faster, "Are you 
ok?" he asked her as she grunted almost every time he 
pushed into her. 

"Yes, but it is a little weird"

"Is it hurting?" he asked as he pushed in again. 

NMph! "Yes, but it is also a pleasure," NMph!, "as well, 
that is why it is wierd." NMph!

"No," NMph!,"I'm not going to cum,"NMph!, "in the 
condom, where do you want it?"NMph!

"On my tits!" NMph! "Or in my mouth!"NMph!

"Ok, now concentrate on," NMph!, "relaxing."

They kept this pace up for a little and then slowly, 
steadily he made it faster, until he felt the excitement 
becoming too much, he couldn't hold it much longer. 
"Cumming," as he pushed into her one last time, he felt 
himself going over the edge, and that really tingle in 
his swollen cock as it prepared to shoot. He was too 
late, and as he ripped the condom off, 
"Aaaarrrgggghhhh!" he cried as he began to shoot. It 
flew through the air, and landed on her chin and throat. 
A second spasm saw another string of cum flying though 
the air, landing on her tits. A third shot to over her 
navel. 

"Wow, nearly got me in the mouth," Megan smiled, "At 
least you got my breasts." 

"Yum," Jeff replied, "Share it?"

Megan wiped the cum from her chin and throat and held 
her finger up, Jeff moved up and took it into his mouth, 
sucking her finger clean. He wiped his finger over her 
breasts and held it to her lips, where she eagerly 
kissed it, and drew the white semen into her mouth. Jeff 
crushed the condom back into its packet, and tossed it 
into the bin. Cuddling into each other, Jeff ran his 
hand down her body, over her breasts and then began to 
masturbate her. In a short time she came to her own 
release, and a tired love it was. Megan did not know how 
long it was going to take to get over the tensions of 
the last nine months, but they were together, in love 
and planning their future together.

This was their last night in Budapest as they planned to 
leave the next morning. It would then be fourteen days 
since Megan disappeared, time to let people know she was 
alright. 

Megan woke and the room was bathed in the half light of 
a morning not completely shut out by curtains. Looking 
at her lover sleeping quietly she leaned over and gently 
kissed his cheek. He stirred and opened his eyes to see 
her framed by little rays of morning sun lighting her 
head. He woke fully then, with a start, as there seemed 
a golden nimbus around her, accentuated by her still 
blonde hair. 

She moved and it was lost, but it was one of those 
moments that had burnt itself into his memory, something 
that he wouldn't tell her just yet, but later, on a 
quiet night, perhaps after an argument, when in make up 
mode. He kissed her, and their new day began. They went 
through the morning routines and after settling the 
account, organizing tolls, and checking to make sure 
there was no traffic issue on the highway ahead, they 
left the Racz Hotel and Spa, heading east-south-east. 

Reaching the outskirts of Budapest at 10:00am, 9.00am in 
England, they stopped. Jeff pulled out the card given 
him by DCI Wishall and handed it to Megan. She dialled 
the number and after three rings, he answered, "Wishall"

"Hi Mr Wishall, its Megan White." She waited while the 
sound of frenzied activity in the background just came 
clearly from the phone.

"Hello Megan, nice to hear from you," came a very 
measured response. "Where are you?"

"I am sure you will find out soon enough, but I am not 
going to help you I am afraid." 

"Are you alright?" 

"Wonderful actually, feeling better than I ever have."

"Are you alone?" 

"Are you asking if I am being coerced? No I am not, I am 
here of my own free will, and have called to let you 
know this." 

"There are a lot of people here worried about you. Your 
parents are worried sick!"

"Yes, I am sure they are. Please let your team there 
know I am OK, and that I deeply apologise for doing this 
to them."

"Ok, can you come in and we can talk about it then?" 

"No, sorry, not right now. But you can expect me in a 
year or two." 

"Oh... why wait?" 

"Look, I am sorry, but I am going to cut it short now. 
You may think that someone else is calling you, but I 
assure you I am Megan, and in about five minutes, you 
can call my parents and they will confirm I have spoken 
to them. I wanted to call you first, so you can let your 
team know that everything is fine. Thank them for me, 
for everything they did on my behalf, even if I really 
didn't warrant their attention. I will contact you again 
shortly, and later we can talk about whatever it is you 
want to talk about. 'Bye." 

"Megan-" she heard as she cut him off. She was shaking 
as she did so. Jeff took her hand and smiled. 

"Well done, darling," he said, gently. "You OK?" Megan 
nodded.

"It wasn't as easy as I though it would be." 

"I would never have thought so, listening to you. You 
sounded great, really confident."

"Now for the really tough one," she said.

She immediately dialled her home number and waited for 
someone to pick it up.

"Hello," She heard her Mother say.

"Mum," Megan said quietly as Jeff reached out to hold 
her free hand. He had the though that if they had done 
this in the hotel rather than in the car he should 
really have been holding her. 

"MEGAN!" she cried, "WHERE ARE YOU?" Jeff heard her as 
Megan lifted the phone off her ear. 

"Mum don't yell, please." 

"Where are you sweetheart?" 

"Away, Mum, away. But look, I am alright, I am sorry I 
ran away, but I just could not stay!"

"Why? Why could you not-" she carried on talking. 

"I can't say right now, but I will be telling you soon." 
Megan cut her mother off. "Please, don't make this any 
more difficult right now! All I can say is that I am OK, 
and it will be alright. I will call you later, tomorrow. 
Please Mum, say goodbye!" 

"Megan - please no wait!-" Megan pushed the End button - 
and started crying. Jeff reached over and held her, as 
she cried into his shoulder. 

"Oh my brave, brave love." he said. "Let it out," as he 
kissed her cheek, gently. 

"Oh fuck! How am I ever going to face them again?" Megan 
cried as if the reality of what they had done had just 
hit her for the first time.

"With the same courage and honesty and love that you 
have shown to me." 

"Shit," Megan said between sobs, "We better move."

Jeff kissed her as best he could, with all the love he 
felt for her. He held her for a while longer then 
started the car, drove off to their destination. Megan 
had calmed down a little and while there was a sadness 
about her, she had stopped crying. Jeff was concerned 
that instead of letting it out, she was bottling it up. 

It was about two and a half hours to the Romanian border 
and it was a quiet journey. Megan was not excited about 
the changing countryside, not fussed about the villages 
they passed, or asking questions about regions as she 
had done so far. 

About an hour into their journey, Jeff's phone rang. 
Looking at it, he saw that the call wasn't from any 
number he knew, so did not answer it. A few minutes 
later, the phone rang again, this time it was the 
message bank letting him know someone had left a message 
for him. Really, he had no doubt who had rung him, and 
he did not want to talk to Wishall, so he left it. 

They got to the border of Romania and there was a border 
station, there at Nagylak, on the Hungarian side of the 
border, but they didn't seem interested in cars leaving 
Hungary. They went on a couple of hundred metres and 
into the Romanian border crossing station of Vama 
Nadlac. He drove into the lane marked for EU visitors 
and cars. 

Jeff wasn't expecting a guard there, not since Romania 
was a part of the EU, anyway. They did not need visas, 
even though they were intending on staying for at least 
a year. They pulled out their passports, as they went 
through the station, and the guard there took no more 
than a cursory glance at them. He did take a second look 
at Megan. 

The only thing left of Emily now was the hair, and that 
could not be undone easily. Megan's passport showed her 
with long black hair, not with short blond hair. 

"You are English?" he asked. 

"Yes," Jeff replied. 

"Your names, pliz?"

"Jeff Hunt, and Megan White." 

"Meg-an Whiat. You have new hair?" 

Megan smiled for the first time since leaving Budapest, 
"Yes, and it is dreadful isn't it?" 

"No-no- you very pretty. Meg-an. But picture is 
different." 

"Yes, and as soon as I can, I am going to change back. 
Perhaps I will see you on our way home. You will see 
what I really look like then!"

The guard smiled and said, "Maybe, now you go and enjoy 
my county. Is a very good place. You see." 

Megan nodded her agreement, "I sure it will be lovely. 
Thank you officer." 

He stepped back and waved them through. 

They had made it. They were in Romania. This was to be 
their haven for the next year or more. 

Why Romania? Their logic was simple, It was the not 
furthest place they could be away from England and still 
be in the EU, but far enough so that they would not be 
breaking any local laws. They did not need visas, nor 
work permits to be here, nor did they need a lot of 
money. All the indicators were that Romania was a lot 
cheaper to live in than England. What is more, the 
ability to attend school and find work may not be all 
that easy, Megan had thought, but Jeff had constantly 
reassured her that they would be able to live there 
comfortably. 

More importantly though, the age of consent is lower 
than it is in England. In Romania, Jeff will not be a 
teacher, and the role of being a "person of authority" 
will not apply. This was always the crucial issue for 
them. This was the issue which would ruin Jeff, and he 
would likely finish in gaol if they had been found out. 

Nine hours after leaving Vana Nadlac, Jeff pulled into 
the centre of Bucharest and the first thing he did was 
to kiss Megan, right there, in the car. This was to be 
their first night of relative freedom. Neither of them 
knew where they would be going over the next years, but 
they were together and that felt right, for both of 
them. 

***

The First few weeks

Jeff checked into a hotel in the centre of Bucharest 
that night. The tensions of the last few days were done. 
They were, for the moment anyway, safe and sound. They 
had not broken any laws in Romania, they were not hiding 
under Emily's name any more. They were, in fact, the 
model of the kinds of tourists that Romania is welcoming 
today. 

A few days were spent traipsing around the old city 
finding their bearings in an unfamiliar environment. 
Megan bought some black dye and turned her hair black 
again, hoping that as it grew out, the difference 
between her dyed and natural colour would not be that 
great. Jeff had emailed the Head Teacher of Morwell and 
resigned his position. Essentially saying that due to 
circumstances beyond his control, he was unable to 
return to his position for the rest of the year. 
Basically, the response was "Thank you for your 
disservice, don't bother returning". 

They had burned their bridges, well and truly there. 
Jeff had instructed his Barristers inform the school, 
the Council Schools Office and the police they would 
accept any further communications for Jeffery Hunt and 
Megan White. The Barristers were quite willing to handle 
Jeff's affairs in England and kept him informed of the 
publicity and other news surrounding them. Seems quite a 
small feeding frenzy had built up around them, the 
teacher and his runaway student. One national paper 
suggested a strange assortment of rather lurid scenarios 
which threatened to get out of hand. The more 
sensational aspects of that story were quickly revealed 
as a discussion at a boozy lunch so were dropped and 
more mundane aspects were reported. 

Megan was quite happy to be dealing with her parents on 
the phone, but police were a different matter. 

Through Jeff's Barrister, a Mr Thomas Harcourt, she 
presented a statement that essentially, was less than 
completely honest. She was living in Bolton in the week 
and a half after her disappearance, and no, she would 
not reveal where she stayed. The people there were 
really nice and extraordinarily helpful. She did not 
want to repay their kindness by giving them up to 
police. Also, Mr Hunt did not know her whereabouts until 
he was told the evening before they left the country, 
after they had interviewed him the second time. She felt 
it better he not know where she was, so he would not 
have to lie to anyone if asked if he knew where she was. 
While this was a fabrication, Megan knew, it was a legal 
nicety that would likely get Jeff off the hook. 

Police could not prove otherwise without finding the 
"nice people" in Bolton where she was supposed to have 
stayed. A list of questions were presented to their 
Barrister, who advised them they were under no 
obligation to respond. They had covered all those 
questions, except one, in their statements. Megan did 
provide a supplementary answer, to that question, which 
was how did she get to Bolton unseen? She wrote that she 
walked out to the Lorry Café, just near the M62, and 
asked for a lift of a lorry driver. She couldn't recall 
the time, but CCTV footage should confirm that. Police 
found there was no CCTV footage as the camera 
overlooking the car park was out of order. 

She did not speak to DCI Wishall at any time after the 
first time, Mr Harcourt advised her not to. In her 
statement, she told police that there had been no 
breaking of any law in England, that she was aware of. 
Likely though, leaving the country under a false name 
was naughty, but she was sure that it happened all the 
time and could not see it as an offence. 

Through Harcourt, police told her that she could be 
charged with a number of offences under different Acts, 
whereas Mr Hunt was to be charged with any number of 
other offences for aiding and assisting in her 
disappearance, giving false statements and so on. Megan 
wasn't actually phased by any of this as her statements 
had purposefully cleared Jeff of any such wrong doing. 
Jeff rationalised that as being they did not actually 
ask him if he knew where she was, so did not lie, he 
just wasn't helpful. Their statements informed police 
that they would, at some time in the future, return to 
England and face those charges, but for the moment, 
neither of them were going anywhere. 

Once she explained to her parents what she did, they 
railed at her, so she let them get it off their chest. 
After a number of phone calls, they seemed to calm down. 
By this time, they knew who she was with, and various 
threats were forth coming. Every time they said anything 
like that, Megan simply said, "Well, I will call back to 
morrow. 'Bye" and would press the End button. Megan's 
parents learned that Megan was quite happy to talk to 
them but they had to remain reasonable. 

She rang at the same time to ensure they would know it 
was her, and reinforced her earlier statements to police 
about exactly what happened. Her mother asked her why, 
why she had run off. Megan's response was that it was 
more honest to go somewhere they could live openly, 
honestly, before it got out of hand, than to always live 
in fear. 

She explained that her relationship with Jeff was an 
honest, mutual love. They respected and cherished each 
other. As typical adults do, her parents scorned this 
idea, by asking how could a 15 year old know what an 
honest love really was. Megan would not be put off, she 
just reiterated that it was something she felt inside, 
that he did something for her that she had never felt 
before. It wasn't until she realized that he felt the 
same about her that it started to get serious and very 
dangerous for him. 

She felt he was the right man for her, and her father 
told her that when he dumps her for some other pretty 
young thing, she shouldn't bother to come crying to him. 
She didn't protest that Jeff wouldn't do such a thing, 
she just said, if he does, he does, and if their 
relationship had gotten that bad he was thinking of 
moving on, then she would already know and be prepared 
for it - but she did not think he would, ever. If 
anything, it might be her that has made a mistake and sh
 e will leave him, but right now, it didn't look like 
it, didn't feel like it. 

In the meantime, Jeff bought an apartment in Unirii 
Square. A two bedroom, two bathroom place with a 
relatively modern kitchen. The rooms were not large at 
all, space being almost as much at a premium as it is in 
England. They did not move in as soon as they got the 
keys from their agent, it had to be furnished. For the 
first time, Megan went shopping for a bed. She was 
delighted as they toured a number of stores looking for 
home wares. Unfamiliar brand names leapt out at them, as 
well as many known brands. So she went with what she 
liked. 

Megan's tastes were for the simple and elegant, Jeff was 
for the expensive and often ornate. Jeff did not quibble 
over anything she wanted, he loved her taste, which 
seemed to counterpoint his own. Megan essentially had 
cârte blânchè, except when it came to the kitchen. Jeff 
wanted to buy the very best he could, and did so, 
spending an awful lot of money on it. His argument was 
that if they bought the best they could now, they may 
not need to buy anything more for years. 

Two days after moving in, they had an unexpected 
visitor. 

Megan answered the rap on the door and said, "Buna ziua, 
va pot ajuta", which roughly translates as "Hello, can I 
help you?" 

"I am sorry, but I don't speak Romanian." came a very 
posh accent from a man in his mid-forties. Gay, Megan 
thought as she made the connection.

"You must be Stephen, welcome, come in." 

"And you are obviously the young lady that has made so 
much fuss." 

"If you are referring to that business in the papers, I 
hardly had anything to do with it at all. Seems this 
whole thing is a lot of hyped up rubbish by the media. I 
don't know who they are talking about, but it is not 
me." 

Stephen smiled, and held his hand out, "It is nice to 
meet you, Megan." 

"And you Stephen." 

Jeff came in at that moment, as they were shaking hands, 
"Oh, I see you have met then." 

"Oh yes, charming young lady," Stephan said. 

"And what are you doing here Stephen?" 

"I was in the neighbourhood so I thought I would drop 
in." 

"Madrid is not exactly in the neighbourhood, so why are 
you here? How did you know where to find us?" 

"Father asked me to look in on you. See if you needed 
anything, like a decent defence barrister or some such?" 

"Typical, but please, tell Father that no, I am doing 
fine, and will not need any help." 

"Oh, that won't please him. He has been terribly worried 
about you when he first heard." 

"I am sure, but his fear would be more about liability 
issues. You can assure father that as I am a mature 
adult, he cannot be held responsible for my actions."

"Recent evidence would seem to question that." 

"Erm.. which part, the mature adult or the 
responsibility?" 

"He just about had apoplexy apparently. He was almost 
incoherent when he spoke to me. I suspect he may not be 
too happy with you right now." 

"Is he threatening to cut me off?" 

"Yes, as a matter of fact."

"Ok, that would suit me." 

"But not me, old boy, not me!" 

"Staying for dinner? I would offer you a bed, but there 
isn't one available, haven't gotten around to buying it 
yet."

"I have a room at the Epoque hotel," one of Bucharest's 
premier hotels, "but dinner, yes, as long as you are 
cooking, unless you are the better cook Megan?" 

"Oh no, I am struggling to not burn the water. Jeff is 
the chef and I am the bottle washer. Perhaps one day I 
will be able to make porridge or something, but not 
yet." 

"Yes, I understand you met Marion, she taught us all to 
cook, even Mother. But it was Jeff who had the talent, I 
lost it a little after toast." 

"Oh rubbish, don't let him fool you, he is an excellent 
cook, just not as good as me. So you spoke to Marion?" 

"Yes, she rang me."

"Oh?"

"She told me she didn't want me to worry."

"Very kind of her, but when do you ever worry about me?"

"All the time dear boy, all the time. Anyway, enough of 
the pleasantries. Megan, while Jeff is performing his 
usual magic in the kitchen, perhaps you would care to 
tell me your story." 

"Oh, no you don't!" Jeff chipped in. "All he is doing is 
pumping you for information and then tell all to my 
father." 

"Oh you are so suspicious these days. I would never-" 

"Oh I am sure," Jeff cut in.

"Well I wouldn't, let the old goat figure it out for 
himself. All I would do is tell him you look happy. That 
should be enough to work him into a real lather!" 

"Wow, are you hoping he will keel over so you can be 
Earl?" 

"Good god, no! I never wanted the title, that is yours." 

"What? You can't just reassign it to me. I understood 
that if you refuse it, then the title is held in 
abeyance until you die then it is passed to the next 
heir. Which means if I am still alive, it will come to 
me." 

"Not any more old son, you're it, I am afraid. We are no 
longer welcome in the House of Lords, so different rules 
apply, it seems." Stephan replied, "By mutual agreement, 
I am unfit to take the title, so it falls to you. So I 
am not refusing it, and you become the legitimate heir. 
That is what father is so upset about. He is afraid that 
you will never be able to come home." 

Jeff was somewhat stunned by this news. Megan was no 
less bemused. 

"Well," she said, "You can assure your father that we 
will be returning to England in the future. As I have 
told police, we have not broken too many laws, and none 
that we have are likely to be sent to prison for."

"They won't believe you." 

"Who cares what they believe, it is only what they can 
prove that counts."

"I know, your Barrister has managed to keep the police 
out of the terrace, so far, but whether that will 
continue or not, that is another matter. Apparently, the 
statements you two sent them, and they then passed them 
to police, has had a major bearing on the issue. I had 
word from Father yesterday that you may never teach 
again, in England, anyway."

"Oh. Yes, I kind of expected that." 

"Why you ever became a teacher..."

"Please let's not start that again. I never wanted the 
life Father mapped out for me, particularly after Mother 
died."

Megan noticed that Jeff's manner had changed, his speech 
pattern was more the posh of his brother, his bearing 
considerably more stiff, harder, and a touch of cruel 
arrogance seem to enter the usual mien of her lover. 
This was not expected, that is for sure. Stephen was 
clearly upper crust, the archetypical English 
aristocrat, she recognised it the moment he opened his 
mouth. Jeff wasn't, well he wasn't until now. Every word 
pronounce clearly, even his mannerisms changed, and she 
saw the same aristocratic traits in him she saw in his 
brother, and that troubled her. 

"Anyway, how did you find us?" he asked. 

"Well you can't take 100,000 pounds out of the Trust and 
not expect it be noticed. Even a piddly amount like that 
requires a receipt."

Piddly? thought Megan, How much money is involved in 
this trust fund? 

"But I took it from Mother's legacy, not the Trust. How 
would they know about it?" 

"Oh, dear, you really don't pay attention do you. 
Jeffery, sometimes I despair of you."

"Well get over it then, and get on with your own life." 
Jeff said harshly.

"Temper, temper. Mother's legacies are administered by 
the Trust. That happened when old Templeton retired. He 
had no one and Mother never named a successor. You were 
busy at Cambridge, I was in America and Alice was doing 
whatever Alice was doing. You signed the forms Templeton 
prepared, as did Alice and I. Father just transferred 
the accounts to be administered by the Trust."

"There were an awful lot of forms to sign when I became 
an adult, he could have slipped them in then." 

"Yes, it would have been about that time. He has always 
been crafty, likely didn't want you to argue about it. 
Did he have someone come to you?" 

"He did, a young lawyer, erm... Wilson, Wilkins, 
something like that. I thought it a little strange, but 
he told me that Father was quite clear. If left to me, 
it is unlikely that I would make the journey to their 
offices so it would be better they sent someone to me. 
He was right."

"Yes, he knows you better than you think. Anyway, time 
for more serious discussion later. Got any decent wines 
to go with a good meal?" 

"I'll tell you what, why don't you two talk and I will 
go down to the shop and buy something. I mean I can't 
buy wine but I can get something for dinner." Megan 
offered. 

Jeff smiled and hugged her, "Don't feel like cooking 
anyway, want to try that little diner we have been 
eyeing off for the last week?" 

"Little diner?" Stephen asked, somewhat incredulously, 
"Since when would-"

"Since I am going to be living here for a while yet. An 
alien concept for you Stephen but if you are going to be 
living in a small community, it is best that you at 
least try to be a part of it. Works wonders you know." 
Jeff cut in, somewhat scornfully. 

"Alright, alright," Stephen replied, "I am just the 
messenger here, if Father comes you can scalp him if you 
like. Or if you prefer, you are in Romania, a stake 
through the heart is a local tradition I believe." 

Megan was again unsettled by this display. She had never 
seen him like this before. There was obviously an awful 
lot of likely not so pleasant history here. 

"Have any trouble buying this place?"

"No, not really, when the agent knew I wanted a place 
rather quickly, he managed to grease a few palms and 
expedite the whole thing, especially when paying cash. 
Everyone gets paid and everyone is happy." 

"Well, perhaps you do have some skill in this after 
all."

"Not really, I just had good models to follow." Megan 
was lost by this exchange, but understood that 
corruption was a way of life here. Jeff took advantage 
of that and he now owns this place. What should have 
taken a couple of months was done in a few days, she 
knew that - he had told her. 

"Father did say that was what has kept him out of 
Romania, too many people holding their hands out."

"Which is one of the reasons this seemed a good place to 
come, Father and the Trust are not here. Also, if worse 
does come to worse, a few bribes to the right people 
should keep us here."

"I doubt the police in England will bother, the expense 
of an extradition is outweighed by the really minimal 
nature of any offences that may have been committed," 
Stephen went on, "At least that is what Harcourt told 
me." Referring to the Barrister of Jeff's legal 
representatives. 

"Oh, when did you see him?" 

"Yesterday, just after I spoke to Father. Father was 
more upset about the newspaper articles than anything 
else. Harcourt shut them down too." 

"I didn't think there would be too much interest in our 
story." 

"This is where you are so naïve Jeffery, Mother should 
have thrown you to the wolves, well, wolf." 

"Don't drag her into this, Not her doing." 

"Isn't it?" Jeff bristled at this, "Please understand 
Jeff, the fact is Mother brought you up and shielded you 
from the harsher realities of the world. Alice and I, 
well, Mother didn't know what Father was like, how 
casually cruel he can be. As you were a late child, a 
surprise for Alice and I at least, she sought to protect 
you from that. She knew by then so largely kept you out 
of his reach."

Jeff looked at Megan, "Welcome to my dysfunctional 
family history. I suppose it was going to come out 
sooner or later, so it seems."

"I'm an only child, I wouldn't know about family, 
dysfunctional or otherwise, my love. But enough, time 
for a meal, so whenever you are ready."

It took a few moments to get themselves out the door, 
but eventually they left. Walking down their street, 
they came to the Calea Calarasilor and catching a tram, 
they found a stop near a small restaurant called La 
Scena. Stephen was mortified they actually used public 
transport, but a long look from Megan quietened his 
objections. 

Stephen did make one comment out of place though. He 
asked Jeff how long it took him to come up with this 
crazy scheme and how on earth did he expect to get away 
with it? Jeff really bristled at this and before he had 
a chance to reply Megan said, "You know, one thing I 
really dislike about the posh is their brainless self-
assurance that allows them to be so patronising to 
everyone else." The was a simple comment, said without 
rancour, or spite, just a statement. Jeff smiled, and 
said nothing. 

Stephen's eyebrows climbed high on his forehead, and 
before he had a chance to say anything more, the tram 
stopped and Megan stood, saying brightly, like nothing 
had been said, "This is our stop, come on." 

Stephen didn't move, he was stunned actually that this 
kid would talk like that. He was made aware that while 
she may be young she was not going to take any bullshit 
from him. "Come on," Jeff said, "Tram will go with you 
on it." He got out and thought that there was no way 
Jeff was going to surrender to him, not with this kid as 
his spine. His job was to make Jeff come home, to get 
him to give up this foolishness and surrender to the 
inevitable. Father would use his influence to get it all 
downgraded to a slap on the wrist, and then keep Jeff in 
his reach. Just not going to happen, and there was no 
Plan B.

Sitting inside, they treated themselves to a good meal, 
not great, but a good meal, and reasonably priced. 

"I know it is not five star, and the décor is a little 
dated, but it is nice, comfortable, with a reasonably 
affordable mid-ranged wine list. I doubt there will ever 
be any Grange Hermitage here, or other classic wines, 
but it is quite comfortable." Jeff remarked. "Now, let's 
talk about why you are really here, shall we?" 

"No point is there?" Stephen replied.

"None at all."

Megan said, "So, you are here to tell Jeff to stop being 
such an idiot, give me up and come home?" 

"Basically, yes." 

"Thought that was the case."

"So how are you going to report this glorious failure to 
Father?" Jeff asked. 

"Tell him to come here himself and talk to you." Stephen 
stated.

"The answer will be the same, and he can't really hurt 
me." Jeff replied.

"No, not you," Stephen said, then turning to Megan, "To 
you." 

Megan was surprised. "What makes you think my answer 
will be any different?" 

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Stephen swore, "You are fifteen 
years old, a minor, living with a 24 year old, in a de 
facto relationship. How long do you think it will last?" 

"No idea, but I know that Jeff would not just up and 
leave me." Megan stated. "I would never have started 
this if I believed for a second that he would."

"Awful lot of confidence in someone you hardly know." 

"I have known Jeff for almost two years, and I suggest I 
know him better than you." Megan said, her voice 
hardening. "I have been there, seen him, watched him, 
and learned about him." 

"Oh, cocky too." 

"But not an arrogant bastard who seeks to wreck other 
people's lives." 

"Hmmph, I don't have to, I have seen enough people to 
know that they do it all on their own, with no need of 
any help from me." 

"That may be, but the fact is, you are right, we don't 
know what might happen tomorrow, but that is the fun of 
living, not merely existing. We are not going to be 
wasting our lives just trying to make money." 

"There is not a lot else to do that is meaningful you 
know." 

"In your world perhaps, not in ours." Megan replied 
sweetly, "You know, I had a vagrant, a drunk, tell me 
that people he used to work with would just fuck you 
over for a deal, or just for fun. Is that you? Is that 
what you do? Fuck people over for fun?" 

Stephen saw Megan was not going to cower to him. Marion 
was right, again. He laughed, easing the tension, "Yes, 
and he was right. Bet he used to work in the City then. 
Oh I am not here to break you up, I was confirming what 
Marion told me - that to try would cause more problems 
than it solved. She told me that I would be asked to do 
precisely that, and I shouldn't. Father asked and I had 
to meet you, so I came. I think I am going to like your 
young lady, Jeffery. I hope you look after her well." He 
turned and looked at Megan, "And if he doesn't, let me 
know. Now, what terrible dark secrets about our family 
has Jeff not told you?"

The rest of the evening was pleasant, funny, sad. 
Stephen talked about their Mother, and obviously touched 
a running sore in Jeff. 

"Sooner or later, you will have to forgive him, you 
know." Stephen said.

"Why? He doesn't deserve it!" 

"Oh undoubtedly dear boy, but not for him, for you."

Megan looked at them both with that you better tell me 
now buddy look, Stephen picked up on it, but Jeff was 
too gone in reliving his anger at his father. 

"He hasn't told you then?" Stephen asked Megan.

"No, but he has made it obvious that something 
happened." 

"I am right here, you know."

"Yes, darling, we know, but this is where you either 
tell your side of the story or I tell Megan the truth."

"Truth? Truth? Truth is while Mother was dying Father 
was out fucking anything that moved. Truth is that on 
the evening Mother died he was shagging some blonde 
bimbo in Claridge's."

"That "blonde bimbo" was the Lady Jennifer Morgan, about 
half his age and with a wardrobe to die for."

"Oh you make light of it, but Mother died, apart from 
Marion and I, she was alone. You were in caught in 
America, closing some deal or other, and were expecting 
to be home in the next day or two, Alice made it just in 
time to say goodbye, but Father, he-. She asked if he 
was about the place. I said no. No idea where he was, 
and the next day there he is, in the paper his 
photograph with this high class trollop on his arm. Some 
charity gala or some such, but he wasn't where he was 
needed. And you wonder why I am so damned angry with 
him?" 

"No, I don't. I knew, Alice and I both knew. But please, 
you need to let it go. Look, anger is a virus, it gets 
hold of you. Then it grows because it is continually 
feeding on itself and anything else it can find as a 
food source. It loves anything new about the object of 
the original anger, twists it to suit its own purposes. 
Trouble is, as it grows, it becomes a parasite, and 
starts to eat the host. It goes on eating, until it 
consumes the host too. Jeff, I really don't want you to 
go down that road, neither would Alice or Marion. And 
now, you have Megan, don't fuck it up is all I can say. 
Oh, while I think of it. When was the last time you were 
in Mayfair?"

"Two weeks after Mother died, there was the funeral, 
then to Eaton the next week. Then I started spending 
weekends with Marion." Surprised by this sudden change 
in the conversation.

"Haven't been back since?" 

"No, not really - only some holidays and then I was out 
a lot. After that, it was Cambridge, so never bothered 
going there, preferring to either travel or go to the 
terrace. Why?"

"Something Marion said. She is uncanny you know - she 
knew Father would send me here. She rang and told me the 
day your name came out he would ask and to not try too 
hard, as it was pointless. She also told me that I was 
to ask if you had been in the study recently. No idea 
why, just said it was important." 

"Well, I won't be there for at least a year or three, so 
no matter." 

"With Marion, everything matters. OK, I will be going 
there when I get back and have a look in the study, see 
if I can see what she was talking about. I'll let you 
know." Megan and Jeff both nodded. 

"In the meantime, there is a core of sadness in you dear 
brother that needs to be purged. Have you noticed it 
Megan?"

"Sometimes, but it certainly has been noticeable when it 
has appeared. But I thought you were talking about 
anger."

"Yes, but you have never seen Star Wars have you?"

"You mean 'fear leads to anger, anger leads to the Dark 
Side'?" She was surprised at his taking in of such 
populist culture. 

"Sort of, except it is not always fear, it can be 
sadness too. The end result is the same, Anakin becomes 
Darth Vader because of his fear translating itself into 
anger, but reality is a lot more complicated than that. 
And it does not have to make sense either. Sadness can 
also translate into anger, and that is your problem, 
dear boy. " 

"I am not sad, just angry at Father for ignoring his 
wife, our Mother, when she needed his comfort." 

"She had Marion, Father knew it. Marion was a far better 
companion to Mother than Father ever was. He was her 
husband, and he did love her, certainly, but he was 
never her companion, not like Marion was. They were 
never really partners, not like you and this dear lady 
so obviously are. Besides, Father was in denial about it 
all, he was angry at her for being ill at one level, and 
was scared to death, well, her death, of her illness. 
Never has to make sense, it just happens that way. Do 
you know why we were living in that dump you now, well 
used to, live in?" 

"Family home. Great-grandfather, grandfather and father 
all lived there." 

"Had nothing to do with it. It was punishment. 
Grandfather wanted Father to marry some upper class 
woman he had picked out. She was his ticket to the Privy 
Council. It was all arranged. Except Father married 
Mother instead. Grandfather was even more upset with 
Father than Father is with you. Grandfather's dream had 
been snatched away by his foolishly romantic son. I saw 
her once, Father pointed her out to me. I am glad he did 
marry Mother, as this woman would not be out of place on 
the track at Royal Ascot." Everyone laughed, "Mother's 
family had money, but no title, no connections, you see, 
just money. "

"Jesus, Marion said I wasn't the only foolish romantic 
in the family."

"Did she, well, who knew." Stephen mused. "Grandfather 
would have really been upset in the 1999 House of Lords 
reforms, we lost the seat we had held for nearly two 
centuries anyway. You were still young when Grandfather 
died and the family moved into Mayfair. Grandmother 
welcomed us, probably until Father shipped her out to a 
nursing home for the last few years of her life. I was 
completing Cambridge so it made no difference, but I was 
upset we were kept out of Mayfair by Grandfather's 
refusal to accept Mother. 

"Didn't matter anyway because when I came out, Father 
kicked me out for a while. Mother talked him around, 
that is when she came out about Marion, so I have a 
little to forgive him for myself. He was stunned but 
didn't make a fuss about it. I never learned the story 
nor understand what went on then, but it doesn't matter. 
Alice was no help, she was preparing for her wedding so 
wasn't overly interested in anything else.

"In the end, of course, we struck a deal, and have made 
some variations to it since. Now with this, it puts 
everything in a real mess. Father is pulling every 
string he has to get any charges against you dropped. 
Harcourt says your statements to police have also helped 
that considerably. He has a full transcripts of the 
conversations you held with the police, and your 
parents, Megan-"

"My parents? why are they reporting to police?" 

"I think it was likely a tape in case there was some 
sort of ransom demand." 

Megan snorted, a ladylike snort, "As if my parents had 
enough money to pay a ransom." 

"Well, that was really an excuse. What the police did, 
according to Harcourt, was to convince your parents to 
keep recording just in case you slipped up and they 
would have evidence to be able to build a case against 
Jeff. Well, as soon as police asked for a search warrant 
at your terrace, Harcourt jumped on them, he was 
expecting it and they weren't looking for him. He 
presented to the court your statements, which he had 
already given police, and found out they were taping 
your conversations. He demanded those transcripts as 
well and they did not want to give them up. 

"Evidence in an ongoing investigation" they claimed. 
Megan's statement to police that she was living in 
Bolton after her vanishing act was sufficient for the 
court to deny entry and they ordered copies of all 
transcripts to be handed over forthwith. Next day it was 
all in the papers, quite the scandal actually. Police 
are saying they don't know where you are, but I suspect 
this is nonsense. Harcourt has given me a letter to give 
to you, but he was very sure to say that he knows that I 
am not likely to know where you are, but on the off 
chance you contact me, I should let you know I have this 
letter. 

"This gets me off the hook, legally, so I cannot be 
accused of anything. Oh, he also told me to urge you to 
return to England and face the police. So I have told 
you and here is the letter." He handed Jeff a business 
envelope full of papers. "Read it at home. After the 
formal part was over, Harcourt told me, hypothetically, 
that under the circumstances, anyone in your positions 
would be better off staying put and doing nothing, that 
is likely the best outcome right now. If you need any 
documentation, you might arrange it through him."

"Documentation?" Megan asked.

"Yes, I take it you have your birth certificate?" Megan 
nodded. "How about a Certificate of No Impediment?"

Megan shook her head, "No, no idea of what it is." 

"Well, if you decide to get married, and do it shortly 
after your 16th birthday, then Gretna Green is the best 
place; but you need a certificate to prove you are not 
already married."

"Ahh," Megan said.

"Harcourt can get the documents needed with a minimum of 
fuss. So when you are ready, let him know. Sometimes, I 
suspect he is almost as perceptive as Marion. I take it 
you will need such a document?" They nodded. "Well 
congratulations, but be careful when it is time, you are 
going to have to fly in to Edinburgh, and drive there. 
The Scottish Police won't move against you, you haven't 
broken any of their laws, so let me know when and I can 
meet you there." Jeff nodded and Megan thanked him. 

"No please, don't thank me, thank Marion, she is the one 
who intrigued me about you. Ordinarily I would have told 
Father to bugger off with this, but Marion made me 
curious. I had to come. But now, after a pleasant 
evening, I have to go. I am not catching public 
transport again, the waiter can call me a taxi. Come 
with me and I can drop you off." 

Jeff paid the dinner account and left a nice tip, 
Stephen asked for a taxi, and gave the waiter a nice 
tip. While they were waiting, Stephen outlined what 
Harcourt had told him, about Jeff and Megan's legal 
options. Essentially, as Stephen had thought, if they 
got married then basically all sins are forgiven. There 
may be a number of small nuisance charges police might 
lay, but these can be easily blocked. "Harcourt thinks 
they probably won't bother if they know you were 
defending them." Stephen said. Jeff and Megan only have 
to wait until they can get married at Gretna Green, 
another 10 months.

Jeff told him they thought their entry to Edinburgh was 
risky, so were prepared to wait until Megan was 18 
before getting married. 

"Why run in the first place, that has everyone 
mystified." 

"My insistence." Megan said. "I couldn't change schools. 
As my teacher, Jeff was in a lot of trouble if we got 
caught. Sneaking around like we did, was sooner or later 
going to cause suspicion, or I would get caught, or be 
seen entering or leaving the terrace. The simple fact of 
the pressure was getting to me. Neither of us wanted to 
hide anymore and you are right, 15 is a good age to get 
into trouble at. For everyone. I didn't want that. 
Without Jeff in my life I was going to be, well, all I 
could see was a big zero, and I didn't want that either. 
Too young to go to Gretna Green so we had limited 
options. We discussed those options to the death and 
found very few choices. Jeff feels the same," he nodded, 
"So being foolishly romantic, we did a bunk." 

"And Romania? Seems an awful long way to run." 

"Again, the choices were few. The age of consent here is 
15, the same as in Germany, France, a year older than 
Estonia and Latvia. However, I am still a minor, 
guardianship laws here are a little less rigid. As an 
unaccompanied minor, I can appeal any action to place me 
under guardianship, or send me home, or anything else 
that might try to derail us. I can tie it up in the 
courts here for years. The only problem is that they may 
seek to put me elsewhere, but once it is pointed out 
that I am safe, settled in a permanent residence, at no 
cost to the State, attending some kind of educational 
setting, we doubt they will interfere too much."

"What about your parents?" 

"Ahh," said Jeff, "Any action taken by them will result 
in Harcourt acting for Megan. The thing is that Megan's 
parents don't have a lot of resources, so couldn't 
afford a protracted court battle, which will be pointed 
out by Harcourt. If they do take action, then he will 
offer to cover their costs, the moment they drop it. If 
they go on with it, he will keep it tied up as long as 
he can, while pointing out their costs are mounting. The 
message he will send them is that Megan does not want to 
fight them, but is asking them to go along with her, 
accept her decisions. Megan had to convince him that 
this was her decision and I had no undue influence on 
it. They spoke on the phone for quite a while and he 
accepted what she had to say."

"Did he? Well, I am impressed. Harcourt is a very sharp 
operator, if you got him onside so quickly, he must 
think something of you." 

"I was simply honest with him, and told him how it was, 
and then asked for him to help me not break anything." 
Megan said. "I think he was chuffed to be asked to be 
nice for a change, to be the good guy." 

Stephen laughed, "Yes, that might do it. A lawyer as the 
good guy, something wrong with that image I suspect. 
Taxi is here, coming with me?"

They all got into the cab and Jeff gave the driver the 
address. Conversation quietened until they got to their 
apartment building. 

"I'll tell Father you are exceeding happy, with a 
wonderful woman, and just getting on with it, then. I 
think Alice might drop in and see you soon as well. 
Remember to let me know when you are going to go to 
Edinburgh, about a week before, so I can meet you."

"Why would you do that?" asked Jeff.

"Well, you'll need a best man won't you? You may never 
need to return the favour, but it is the least I can do 
for you. And Megan, Father may not like it, but even an 
emotional brick like him will see you are good for 
Jeffery, sooner or later. Ciao, baby!" Stephen laughed 
and told the driver to make his way to the Epoque Hotel, 
closing the door. 

They waved him goodbye and went upstairs, and just got 
on with it. 

***

The Second Month

Stephen was right, Alice did come, intrigued by this 
child who had captivated both her brothers. She had 
already told their father she was not interested in 
doing his bidding, and had intended on visiting Jeff, 
based on Stephen's comments not Father's demands. 
Stephen told her what he saw in the study at Mayfair and 
was seriously curious. On visiting Jeff and Megan, Alice 
found no guile in the girl, just an honest love for 
Jeff, and he for her. She also found for the first time 
in years, she was able to discuss their father with Jeff 
without his anger boiling over. 

In a quiet conversation with Megan, Jeff had gone out to 
get some wine, she learned that after Stephen's visit, 
they had discussed Jeff's attitude to his father, and 
worked through some of the hurt that he experienced. 
Stephen was right, Megan said, Jeff's anger would eat 
him up eventually, and would only be relieved by his 
father's death. Relieved but not ended, not dismissed, 
just relieved. Together they were getting to a point 
where Jeff would be able to meet with his father face to 
face, without it becoming an argument. Alice was 
unprepared for that, surprised at Jeff's progress, she 
said nothing but knew without this girl, that would 
never have happened.

When she arrived, Alice gave Jeff an envelope from their 
Barrister, another account and several other documents, 
including copies of the transcripts of Megan's 
conversations with her parents. Jeff gave them to Megan 
without opening them, something that surprised Alice. At 
the table though, the conversation took a different 
turn. 

"Stephen told me about what Marion had said." Alice 
said.

"Oh? About what?" 

"The painting in Father's study."

"What about the painting in Father's study?" 

"Do you remember it? You haven't been there for years, 
and I don't know how much time you spent there anyway."

"Which one? I recall three of them."

"Yes there are still three, but the one on the wall 
opposite the desk." 

"The portrait of the family from about 1750 or 
something?" 

"Yes, that is the one. Great-great-and so on-
grandfather, and mother, with eldest son, two sisters 
and a baby. 1752. One of the last pieces done by 
Bartholomew Dandridge, and likely one of his best, even 
though he was past his peak then. The younger sister, 
her name was Corrianne. Remember the story, Jeff?" 

Jeff shook his head, "No, never interested in much that 
Father said. He probably told me, but I never bothered 
to listen." 

"You should have, really. She was about 14 in the 
picture and she ran off with a young man two years 
later. One of the first couples to get married in Gretna 
Green, according to family legend, and had a number of 
children."

"Runs in the family then?" Jeff asked, "And we are 
likely to have a number of children too." Megan smiled. 
"But not for a while!"

"Stephen told me what he saw, so I went to look for 
myself. I took a photo of it on my mobile to show you." 
Alice opened her phone and went to the gallery app, 
opened the image she had taken and gave the phone to 
Megan. "As you can see, happy family snap, mother, 
father, eldest boy, two sisters, youngest son in his 
mother's arms. Now, zoom in and look at the dark haired 
girl on the left."

Megan did and gasped. Jeff looked and saw what Megan 
saw. 

"No, this is one of Stephen's pranks, isn't it!" 

"No, dear boy, I assure you it is not. The girl in the 
painting is the one sitting next to you. I have had 
Caroline doing a trace on you, Megan."

"Caroline? A trace?" 

"My PA, or secretary, companion, lover, whatever you 
want to call her." The last startled Jeff, "Yes, 
sexuality runs in the family dear boy. Believe me, 
Mother was really onto something when she took Marion as 
a lover." 

"Oh, and you and Marion?"

"Oh god no, Marion loved Mother and as far as I know, 
has never taken anyone else since Mother died." 

"She is living in Bolton now."

"Yes, alone, apart from that damned cat!" 

"That cat? No, should be long dead by now."

"Is another one, the same type, the same manner, as 
arrogant as Father, I am afraid."

"So you have seen her recently."

"I have kept in touch with her, helped her get the salon 
open, for which she repaid me within two years. Go and 
see her when I can, which is not often, but email is 
always available. After I saw this, I went up to Bolton, 
and spoke to her about it. Then got Caroline to do a 
genealogy search for your ancestors. Seems that your 
many times great grandmother was a Corrianne Hunt, who 
married a Henry Hubert White in Gretna Green in 1754. 
Corrianne was our many times great aunt. Family history 
repeating itself it seems, dear cousin." 

Both Megan and Jeff were stunned. They did not believe 
it, even when Alice opened the envelope she pulled from 
her handbag, showing the evidence. The coincidences were 
just too great to comprehend. "Here it is, all signed as 
accurate." Alice said. "This is why I waited a month 
before coming, it took that long to check and double 
check everything, as well as notarise it." 

"Well, a new chapter in the history of the family, or 
the rewriting of an older chapter then." Jeff remarked. 

"I have never been told anything like this. I don't 
think my family goes back much beyond my great-
grandparents. We're not that important, I expect." 

"Without trying to be arrogant, or patronising, but 
reality is that family heritage is only important if you 
have reasons to make it important. If you had a title in 
the family, then it would be important to follow the 
line of inheritance. The inheritance was money, land, 
power, and connections essential in an ordered feudal 
society that demanded clear, and exactly recorded, 
title. 

"A couple of civil wars have been fought because the 
succession to the crown was muddied up a bit. Family 
infighting has managed to bring a few of the peerages to 
an end, which is why there are equity courts and various 
Orders, to keep track of these things. Come on, you know 
that Jeff, and from what I hear, you should too Megan. A 
title in our modern society can be a lot more important 
than money actually." 

Megan thought for a bit, and said, "Would you be able to 
give a copy of this to Mr Harcourt? For my parents." 

"Certainly, but I don't understand why?" 

"However distant our family relationship may be, it is 
still a relationship. So if my parents want to make a 
fuss about me being here without an adequate guardian, I 
won't have to tie everything up in court, Jeff is a 
relative. Makes it so easy then." She laughed, glad that 
consanguinity isn't counted after first cousins. Jeff 
didn't really understand Megan's point, or what she was 
laughing about, but went along with it. 

"Now that I have this," Alice said, "Do you want me to 
share it with Father?" 

Now Jeff laughed, "Oh yes! Please! Then he will have to 
invite the Whites to Mayfair, just to show them the 
picture, and tell the story. He will have to book them 
into a hotel, Claridge's will do nicely, nice and handy 
to the house. He will likely choke on his Chablis when 
you tell him, of course, but don't let him drown." 

"He won't do it. But if I invite them, he can pay for 
it. I know Father has an account at the Connaught, they 
can stay there."

"Oh lovely." Jeff smiled. 

"This is for what reason?" asked Megan. 

"Just to annoy him actually," said Jeff, a little 
uncomfortably Alice thought. 

"No, not sure this is a good idea, not yet anyway. Maybe 
later when things have calmed down a lot more. Yes, it 
would be nice to have my parents meet your family, but, 
later, when it can be done in a far more relaxed 
atmosphere."

Jeff stopped then and thought about it. Alice could see 
the cogs turning. "Yes, darling, you're right. Not yet. 
Would be nicer to actually be there, in person, which 
can't happen for a while." 

Alice was floored, Jeff changed his mind about winding 
up his father? Unheard of! She was going to have to talk 
this over with Marion. She kept coming back to future 
plans and said, "That is a beautiful ring, you buy it 
Jeff?" 

"Yes," he replied, "And it is what it is." 

"I thought as much. I assume that is a little over nine 
months you are going to be putting in an appearance in 
Scotland then?" 

"Yes, want to come? Stephen has volunteered his services 
as Best Man." 

"Has he really, he didn't mention that when I spoke to 
him." 

"I think he is thinking that perhaps it is better coming 
from us than from him." Jeff said.

"Yes, likely, but he has never been that circumspect 
before. Why now?"

"I think he really likes Megan, well, likes her better 
than me actually," he laughed. 

"Yes possibly, but I think it might be more about 
Marion's suggestion than his natural inclination." 

"Oh?"

"Yes, he and Marion have never spent a lot of time 
together, but I know she really helped him and brought 
about the end of his exile from Mayfair. He likes her 
too, as do we all, except Father of course." 

"Why do you like her?" Megan asked. 

"She helped me greatly after the miscarriage. I was 
physically and emotionally a wreck, but she stayed with 
me, made sure I was healthy again before she went back 
to Mother. I had to sack the house cook and Marion 
taught me how to cook for myself. Turned out to be very 
good therapy for me, changing my focus to the living 
children, not the one who was never born. You know, as 
Mother was so busy at times, she didn't have a lot of 
time to spend with us, Marion filled some of that time 
for me. That is also why you were a boarder rather than 
a day student at your schools. That and it helped keep 
you out of Father's reach, except for holidays if 
course." 

"Of course." 

"One of the things Marion did let me know was that 
Mother hated sending you away, but she didn't want you 
turning out like Stephen." 

"What, gay?" 

"No, Father's other rather damaged son. They talk 
civilly to each other, but that is about as far as it 
goes. Mother wanted you to be independent, and you are, 
Stephen would never have done anything like this." 

"Well for obvious reasons, but I am assuming you mean 
being independent rather than defiant of father?" 

"Both actually. Stephen likes to think he is 
independent, but he is easily manipulated by Father. 
You, on the other hand, are not. You don't defy him, 
like Stephen does, you ignore him, which makes you far 
more armoured against his machinations. All father needs 
to do Stephen is to push the opposite button for what he 
wants Stephen to do, then Stephen does what Father wants 
him to do. He can't manipulate you, because you don't 
listen to him. You have no idea how much that really 
annoys him, you know." 

"Doesn't matter," Jeff said, "Not anymore. He can do as 
he pleases, not my problem. He has pretty much left me 
alone since I made it clear I was going to be a teacher. 
He has likely been scratching his head over this trip, 
but it is still not my problem." 

"That's one way to put it, I suppose." 

Alice learned more about Megan as the evening moved on 
and like Stephan, was taken by her easy charm and 
manner. She realised that Megan was not a person who 
would be trifled with, even if she was only fifteen 
years old. This one has real character, as Marion told 
her. I wonder how much time they had spent together 
before they ran. Obviously it was sexual, which would 
mean serious gaol time for Jeff, if caught.

 The idea of him fucking a child a year younger than her 
youngest, was not appealing, but seeing them together, 
how they acted, reacted, interacted, towards each other, 
it was hard to see how they could not be with each 
other. It was even more difficult to see Megan as a 
child, a young woman, yes, but a child, no. 

"Oh, I nearly forgot, Harcourt gave me an envelope for 
you, Megan, said he would need some instruction and call 
him at 11.00 on Friday morning, GMT, I assume." 

"Oh, thanks Alice, appreciate it." 

The rest of the evening was spent talking about the 
journey here, what they had been doing since moving in 
to this apartment. They were both being tutored in 
Romanian, Megan was almost ready to attend a school, and 
Jeff was looking for a job as a chef's assistant. 

"A chef's assistant? You could be a chef!" 

"No, not really, I can cook a bit, but I have no idea 
how to run a kitchen, or cook for several dozen people 
all at different times, or run a menu with dozens of 
meals. There is a lot more to it than just cooking. 
Besides, when we do come back to England-"

"You are coming back then?" 

"Oh yes, perhaps next year, or the year after, or we may 
have to wait until Megan is eighteen, but at some time. 
Anyway, I can't teach any more, well what school will 
give me a job, and I really don't want to go and work 
for Father, or the Trust. I have to do something. We 
have discussed it, so perhaps a restaurant, just small, 
a few Romanian specialist dishes and some more generic 
European dishes, in a fashionable part of London. On 
Halloween we can do Transylvanian dishes exclusively and 
run Rocky Horror Picture Show, or Bela Lugosi as Dracula 
movies all night. I can run the kitchen and Megan can 
run the floor." 

"Sounds good, but you need experience, and maybe another 
chef. You will likely need to train him so he can leave 
and become competition for you."

"That is more than possible, if it works." Jeff said, 
"We won't have capitalisation issues, so a large problem 
is dealt with immediately. So if it either takes a while 
to pick up, or dies after a year or two, we won't be 
saddled with a lot of debt." 

"If you are cooking, then it will definitely work, I can 
tell you." 

"That is what I have been telling him. Glad someone else 
has said it too." added Megan. "One thing we haven't 
talked about is our wedding, You know it is going to 
happen, you're smart enough to figure it out for 
yourself. I will ask you a favour here." Alice was 
surprised, but nodded, "When it comes about, will you be 
able to attend?" 

"Sure, there would be no reason not to, as long as it 
doesn't clash with something at the school my youngest 
goes to." 

"mm OK, we can schedule for a holiday time, easy, but 
can you also bring Marion?" 

"Oh, that may not be so easy. But I will try, if you 
like. May I ask why Marion?"

"She is a large part of Jeff's life, and yours and 
Stephen's as well. She should be there as a matter of 
course. My father won't be there, but I might need 
someone to give the bride away, or be just a friend who 
attended a wedding. I am sure she would love to be 
there."

"Well, I can ask, but Marion will do as she pleases, she 
might thank you but not attend, or be on the first ride 
there waiting." 

"Yes, that's fine, but she must be given the chance to 
attend. There won't be a lot of notice, a week is about 
it."

"OK, I will pass it on." 

"Did Harcourt mention if he knew whether the police knew 
our whereabouts yet?" asked Jeff. 

"No, but I think that might be what is in the envelope." 

Dinner was over and they had talked until well after 
midnight. Alice was still on London time, so her body 
clock was telling her it wasn't half-eleven yet. Megan 
and Jeff had a language class early the next morning, so 
were ready to drop off. They still hadn't furnished the 
spare bedroom, but Alice was also staying at the Epoque 
Hotel. She was flying to Frankfurt the next day, then 
onto London, so was a little mindful of the time. 

Jeff also called a taxi, and while they were waiting, 
Alice said one more thing.

"I don't know you well Megan, but I hope to get to know 
you better. I can see that you are good for Jeffery, but 
I have to ask, is he good for you?" 

"Oh, just come right out with it," Jeff started. "What-"

"It's all right Jeff," said Megan, "Alice is being a 
good future sister-in-law." Jeff stopped and waited for 
Megan to answer. "Right now, he is exactly what I need 
and want in my life. Perhaps there is something in this 
inter-generational link, because almost since the day I 
first met him, I have felt something inside me move to 
him, which I think is love. I know I am not really 
experienced enough to be able to define what love is, 
but what I feel for him, and what I feel about him, and 
how he makes me feel, it is just right. If that is love 
then I love him deeply and yes he is good for me."

"Now you have been together for a while, and given that 
you really do not know a person until you live with 
them, do you like him?" 

Megan smiled, "Very much. He makes me laugh, he makes me 
cross by doing boy things, he makes me cry sometimes 
when he does good things, but yes, I like him a lot."

"Oh good, that is a good start." Alice went on, "But 
there is a much longer term to relationships than we can 
usually envision when we are younger."

"Agreed, but I have always tried to take a longer view 
with this. And it is not the dewy-eyed nonsense of your 
normal adolescent. My biggest issue is experience, or 
rather, the lack of it. So I am learning on the job. So 
far, so good." 

"It's not me you have to convince, it is your future 
self. If tomorrow's Megan is not happy then you may need 
to move on." 

"What is it with adults? Everyone except Jeff has told 
me that. How about you all get over it, let the game 
play out as it will." 

"It's not a game though, is it?" 

"No, it's not, but like every other player on the field, 
I am making it up as I go along, and that is really how 
it is. We plan, but plans change. We learn and use that 
learning to improve our planning, and all the time it 
can go wrong on us. That is what life is all about. I am 
planning to stay with Jeff forever, but forever is a 
long time and I don't have a crystal ball. Like everyone 
else, I will do the best I can and with some good 
fortune, it will work out for me. And if it doesn't, 
then we'll work out a new plan, and change that as 
things happen."

"John Lennon." 

"Yes, what about him?" 

"Life is what happens while you're busy making other 
plans." 

"Just about." Megan laughed, breaking the rather dark 
mood that had appeared. 

"I have to go, getting late. You can expect to see 
Stephen back soon, he will call you, apparently he has 
seen something here he likes." 

Jeff looked at Megan, and smiled, "Yes he did."

"No, no, said that there was some building that looked 
like construction had come to a stop on. He wants to 
come back and have a closer look." 

"Of course," Jeff said. 

"Ok, Ok, there was something else he liked here as well, 
and he will come and visit, likely on a regular basis." 

"Well, that is new, he has never had much time for me in 
the past, so what's changed?" 

"The obvious, I would have thought." Alice started, "He 
has found another female he actually likes, and she is 
living with his brother. Oh, he will never make a pass 
at you, Megan, but knowing Stephen he is likely to do 
something outrageous for you." 

"Oh? I thought the evening he visited was pleasant, but 
not an outstanding success." Megan told her.

Alice laughed, "Any evening when he doesn't storm off in 
a huff is an outstanding success. No, he told me that 
you made it very plain you were not going to tolerate 
any of his bullshit. His words, and he found that quite 
delightful. But I suspect it is more that he gets a 
chance to develop a relationship with Jeffery. You may 
have noticed we are a little older than Jeff, well, my 
youngest daughter is a year older than you, so I am 
trying hard to not be mother here. 

"That age gap is quite strong, so we never had much of a 
chance to get to know Jeff as he was growing up. I 
thought he was a nuisance, actually, crying at all hours 
of the night, getting underfoot when I was going out on 
a date, playing with my makeup, all the things normal 
children do. Good practice in tolerance Mother always 
told me, and was useful later, but at the time... 
Stephen is eighteen months older than me, so was far 
more distant, he really wasn't about all that much so 
didn't get to know Jeff at all. I think he might try to 
be a better brother now."

"Why now, I wonder?" 

"Because you spit in the eye of the world. You did it 
your way, did something incredibly outrageous, and are 
going to get away with it, I think. Stephen is attracted 
to that kind of bravado, something he lacks himself. You 
know his current boyfriend is a daredevil photographer. 
The riskiest shots, he dives deeper, climbs higher and 
tries to outdo everyone. He is really annoyed at the man 
who jumped out of the balloon at the edge of space or 
wherever, you know, he would have had a camera if he 
thought of it first. It is that kind of bravado Stephen 
loves, and he didn't know you had it too." 

"Well he is wrong, I don't have it, Megan does, and 
maybe that is why I am so attracted to her. I am just 
along for the ride." he laughed. 

"Oh you do, I would never have done this if you hadn't 
had the courage to lead the way," Megan replied. "And I 
love the riding." 

"La,la,la,la,la,la," said Alice, putting her fingers in 
her ears, "You are just as bad as Sean. I don't want to 
know what you get up to. But I can guess."

"Sean?"

"My eldest, typical indiscreet male. Oh, he brought a 
girl home a couple of weeks ago, and she was a screamer. 
I went and pounded on his door to get them to quieten 
down, I don't think anyone go a lot of sleep that night! 
He would only do that to annoy his father, really it is 
almost as bad as you and Father." 

"Tell them both it is time to get over it and move on, 
whatever "it" is." said Jeff. "I think I finally am, but 
I suspect I needed a reason to do so, and there she is 
right there."

Alice smiled and replied, "I can see that, and I must 
admit, that it was not expected at all." 

"Then you can tell Father that I have moved on, and 
suggest he might want to do the same." 

"I will, I think." Alice hugged Megan as her taxi had 
announced its presence. "See you at some stage then. And 
I will ask Marion if she would like to attend your 
wedding." 

They went down the lift and said their goodbyes. 

***

The Wedding

"Really, old boy, you must simply allow me to do this," 
Stephen said.

"Why?" Jeff asked.

"Well, ordinarily, as I understand it, the bride's 
family pays for the wedding. Seeing as how your lovely 
bride is not going to have much of her family at the 
wedding, someone has to pay. I will never have a 
daughter to worry about, so I am thinking that I will 
pay. Simple as that. Consider it my wedding gift."

"But if you take it on it will turn into some kind of 
extravaganza. We don't really want to be noticed at 
all." 

"OK, all very discreet then. Just a small party, you and 
Megan, Alice and Marion, Lorenzo and me, six in all." 

"Lorenzo?" 

"Oh, my partner, he is going to be home over the time 
period you are thinking about and is an excellent 
photographer, National Geographic, World Wildlife, 
Scientific America, Minerva and any number of other 
magazines." 

"We are not wildlife and we are at ground level, so be a 
bit tame for him, won't it." 

"Perhaps, but he will do it, if I ask him."

"Oh alright, if you insist."

"Sensible decision, Jeffery. Now, I take it you want to 
be landed in Scotland then down to Gretna Green and out 
as quickly as possible."

"Yes, more or less. Depends on the flights. Landing at 
Edinburgh, with an hour and a half travel time each way, 
hour for the ceremony and such, then out again on the 
same day is going to be a challenge though. We haven't 
worried about getting out at this point, I dare say 
there are flights to any of Europe's capitals, or other 
airports in the right time frame for us." 

"Oh, don't worry about it. Ok, here is what I will do, 
get you a flight into Edinburgh, arrange transport to 
and from Gretna, where would you like to go for your 
honeymoon?" 

"Paris, then Vienna," Megan put in.

"Done!" Stephen said. "Then the only thing left is 
when." 

"Well, we did tell Alice that we would try to arrange it 
when there was no school, and Maureen is in Upper Sixth 
this year, so there would be no problem for Alice. We 
had already booked for the first Monday of the Spring 
Holidays. We thought we could slip in unnoticed with the 
school holiday crowds." 

"You will be sixteen in a few weeks time, and then it 
will be like, seven weeks after that then?" 

"Yes, about that," Megan said, "and it would be just 
over a year since we left, Stephen. We think attention 
will have been distracted elsewhere, so it gives us a 
good chance of being unnoticed." 

"Yes, I think I know what you are getting at, and that 
should be an accurate assessment. Nearly a year already, 
what an adventure it has been so far." He replied. "So 
that gives me about three months to organize everything. 
Plenty of time. Be brilliant, and I promise, you won't 
be sorry. Have you made any other arrangements yet?"

"No, but we wanted the Old Blacksmith's Shop and got one 
of the last times available, so I am glad we booked when 
we did. We were going to wait until the last minute to 
get a flight into Edinburgh, with a hire car about an 
hour and a half away from Gretna, then back to 
Edinburgh, and in the air an hour after that. Well, 
according to Google anyway."

"Then leave it all to me. No sense in hiding anymore, 
police knew where you were the moment you enrolled in 
the International British School, Megan, if they didn't 
know before. They haven't interfered because they 
reasoned it out like you did, Romanian law would not 
help them, according to Harcourt. I would think though 
that he led them to that conclusion, but once he started 
talking money, enthusiasm for the idea of a contested 
extradition seemed to dissipate quickly." 

Stephen had been a regular visitor, well, their only 
regular visitor. They had made some friends amongst the 
people Jeff was working with, and Megan was at school, 
but didn't invite anyone to their home. This was simply 
because Megan didn't want to put her life in anyone's 
face. In actuality, the kids all knew who she was, and 
she would ever tell Jeff of the ostracism she had 
initially experienced. There were a number of curiosity 
seekers, initially, looking for the "girl who ran away 
with her teacher". Relations with her fellow students 
were only now starting to warm up, but she still wasn't 
going to be inviting them to their place. Jeff's few 
friends didn't realize how young Megan was, and they 
were never told. 

Stephen was excited, he had bought that property with a 
part built building on it that he saw on his first 
visit. It was nearly complete now, and he had already 
sold half the units. Marketing the units in England and 
Paris aroused some attention, as they were relatively 
cheap. The entire project was at the break even point 
now and selling the rest of the units would be mostly 
profit. He did have to pay additional, but again, he 
thought if it clears the way, then a few bribes here and 
there, in a culture that accepts corruption as the norm, 
is no great thing. 

He justified his actions by thinking that additional 
Euros went into the local economy, at the individual 
level, was helping people to live a slightly better 
lifestyle. Stephen did recognise all he really was doing 
was perpetuating the levels of corruption that began 
likely before the Communist era and has never been 
successfully stamped out. While he was personally 
uncomfortable with it, he realised too late the very 
thing that kept his Father out of Romania was going to 
eat his own soul if he wasn't careful. The price of this 
project was really too high, and had no plans to do 
anything else here. 

Every week, Jeff got a text message or a phone call from 
Stephen telling them how it was all going. He reminded 
them to ensure they had the right documentation, which 
they organised through their Barrister, Harcourt. After 
the first few weeks, the police had lost interest, and 
Harcourt proved his worth here, as he gave them all the 
information given him by Jeff and Megan. 

They realised there was no chance of a smooth legal case 
being made against either of them, that once married, 
the Police chances of getting a conviction for anything 
other than giving a false name on a declaration was non-
existent. Megan offered an apology to Police for wasting 
their time, but tempered that with the obvious statement 
that she was not in a position to contact them prior to 
the time she did. 

Alice came and introduced her companion, Caroline, to 
Jeff and Megan, a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties, 
and told them that Stephen was as excited as a gaggle of 
women at a baby shower. He was also being very secretive 
about some of his plans, which worried her. Marion 
indicated she would love to attend, and as far as she 
knew, it was only them who knew the date. 

Two weeks before the planned wedding day, which was the 
first Monday of the spring break, Stephen dropped in 
again, bringing the airline tickets with him. 

"Sorry," he said, "Couldn't get a direct flight into 
Glasgow, or Edinburgh, so you will have to come through 
Amsterdam into Glasgow. That means a short layover, but 
you are picking up an hour traveling east to west. The 
ceremony is set for 2:00 in the afternoon, so there 
won't be any problems about timing. Then when done, a 
quick trip out of Scotland and to Paris for a week, then 
Vienna."

"How about tickets?"

"Oh don't worry about that, they'll be there waiting for 
you. All organized. We will meet you in Glasgow, with 
Alice and Marion, so expect Lorenzo to be taking your 
pictures straight away."

"Can't I at least brush my hair first?" asked Megan.

"Probably not, he likes 'em wild!" Stephen laughed. 
"We'll be lucky if he doesn't ask us all to be naked, 
that would really be wild life. Anyway, I have transport 
arranged to Gretna Green, and all the paperwork is in 
place, so there should be no issues with that at all. 
You really must thank Harcourt, he has done a wonderful 
job for you both, everything is fixed, basically, 
because of him."

"We know, and I will give him a special thank you when 
next we talk to him."

"You won't have to actually. He and a couple of other 
people have invited themselves to the wedding. So you 
can thank him personally." 

"Jesus, Stephen, who else knows?" 

"Just those you already know about, Harcourt, because he 
had to arrange the paperwork, Sean and Maureen refused 
to be left out when they found out Alice was going to 
Gretna Green. They are very bright, you know."

"Why would Mr Harcourt want to be there?" asked Megan.

"You mean apart from the fact that he has been the 
defender of Jeffery's interests since Mother died?"

"What, I thought that was someone else. Who retired." 

"Ahh yes, Templeton. Templeton was the Trustee for 
Mother's estate, and he, with Mother, selected Thomas 
Harcourt as the solicitor for the estate. Harcourt is a 
decent fellow, he refused to be both solicitor and 
Trustee, which allowed Father to move Jeffery's and mine 
and Alice's Trusts into the orbit of the family Trust. 
He kept this account for himself when he became a 
Barrister, said there was always something of interest 
going on around these accounts. There are any number of 
very fine legal distinctions here, any of us can call on 
Harcourt's services, any time, for any purpose, and he 
can seriously damage the Trust's hold over Mother's 
legacies. 

"Its all rather simple, Father doesn't like him, because 
Harcourt refuses to kowtow to him. Father is not willing 
to challenge the terms of Mother's legacies, our minor 
Trusts, because he might lose, which would cost him a 
lot of money, not the Family Trust. So he can play with 
our toys, but he has to be able to put them back when he 
is finished. So far he has, but if he gets it wrong, 
Harcourt will be all over him like a rash." 

"Yes, OK, but that still does not answer the question, 
why would he want to be at the wedding of a client and 
someone he has never met?" 

"You have spoken on the phone," Megan nodded, "So that 
is half a meeting, and he has acted for you, as you are 
a client, but he has never met you. He acted for you on 
Jeff's request, and that was, he told me, the only 
reason he did so initially. After a number of phone 
calls, and on my say so as well, he is acting for you 
now, for you. You impressed him greatly and he is quite 
curious about you. So he wants to be there. Its not like 
the dates could be hidden from him, and he did organise 
some of the details for the wedding for me. I couldn't 
say no, now could I." 

"No, of course not. So far it all sounds great. But we 
can't stay long, we will have to get out of Scotland as 
soon as."

"Not according to Harcourt. Once you are married, you 
cannot be touched, basically. Oh, they will likely try 
to put the wind up you for disappearing like you did, 
and send Jeff a bill for wasting police time or some 
such, but Harcourt assures me that if there is anything 
they can do, it will be minor and the worst you will 
finish up with is likely a stern talking to or some 
such." 

"Oh, that is good to know. But having lived here for the 
last year, I am not sure I want to return just yet." 
Jeff said.

"You choice brother mine, but you don't have to live on 
the run anymore." 

"Thanks for that, Stephen," Megan said, "I agree though, 
darling, I am quite happy to stay here, but if you want 
to go, I will be with you."

"I have to come back here for more study, more 
experience. The restaurant we spoke about, Stephen, the 
first night you came, I think it is doable now. I have a 
lot better idea of how to run a restaurant. In a year, I 
think I will be able to open one myself."

"In service, Father will not like that at all."

"So? What father thinks or otherwise is of no 
consequence to us. I want to make my own way in the 
world, and with Megan that becomes possible. Oh by the 
way, what did you think of the meal?" 

"Very good," Stephen replied, "Quite up to your usual 
fare." 

Jeff smiled, "I will pass your compliments to the chef 
then," Jeff said. "Darling, Stephen said he thought it 
was very good." 

"What?" Stephen looked at Megan, surprised, "You cooked 
this lovely dinner?" 

Megan nodded, blushed a little, "You have come a long 
way, in a very short time. Here is your second chef, old 
boy, all you need is a serious maître d'. Look, if he 
ever turns you over, my dear lady, come and see me, I 
will have a job for you for life! You will just have to 
come and look after me! And Lorenzo, maybe he won't be 
so eager to run off to some exotic part of the world if 
you were to cook like this at my place." 

Megan laughed and Jeff just shook his head, "In your 
dreams, buddy boy." 

Stephen was far more relaxed around them than he ever 
was. Jeff felt that for the first time in his life, 
Stephen was really starting to learn who he was, trying 
to be a brother, instead of some distant person to whom 
there was some sort of relationship. Alice too had 
become a little closer, the last time she visited, she 
had her daughter Maureen with her. 
Jeff recognised that initially this was all about the 
potential for embarrassment of the family, but after 
meeting Megan, and seeing them together, they recognised 
her for who she was and the value she had for Jeff. The 
remote kinship was one of those coincidences in life 
that helped pull several threads together, and for the 
first time in his life, Jeff had a bit of a family, not 
just relatives. 

They had packed the night before, arranged a taxi to 
take them to the airport, had let their friends know 
they were going to Scotland, then Paris and would be 
back in two weeks. Jeff let the school know that Megan 
would be absent for two weeks, for family matters, but 
would be returning. They had no cat, or dog, and 
arranged for one of their friends to drop into the 
apartment every day. Crime is not a big thing in 
Bucharest, but Jeff felt more comfortable with someone 
looking in to make sure everything was ok. 

Their KLM flight to Amsterdam, seemed to take a little 
while but they landed in plenty of time to make the 
flight to Glasgow. Their passports were still valid and 
were sufficient to allow them to move around Schiphol to 
catch their flight. It had been sorted earlier that 
Emily was no longer required, so everything relating to 
her was cut up and disposed of. 
Megan was traveling on her own passport now. Like the 
flight to Amsterdam, the flight to Glasgow was 
uneventful, the best kind, thought Megan, who had never 
flown before today. On approach, the pilot announced 
that the weather in Glasgow was overcast with light 
showers, and an expected maximum of a cool 11 degrees 
Celsius. Being used to the Celsius measurement from 
Bucharest, she knew this might be spring, in Scotland, 
but it was still cold. 

Landing at the International Airport, it was a simple 
matter of going through the UK Citizen's gate, making 
sure their passports were in their hands, and they were 
in, unless they were expected and stopped by police. 
Megan's hair had grown out and a year's growth allowed 
her to look more like herself again. 

They looked around and couldn't see Stephen anywhere 
when they entered the terminal building. Glancing at the 
large clock on the wall, Megan thought, Wow, we left 
Amsterdam on time at 10:00am and it is now 10:30? The 
flight seemed a lot longer than thirty minutes. She 
looked at her mobile phone and saw that it said 11:30am. 
Duh! she thought, glad I didn't say anything before 
looking. 

"You don't think he has forgotten us do you?" Megan 
asked. 

"He bloody well better not have!" came the growled 
response. 

Looking around, Jeff saw a man standing by the doors 
holding a sign up saying "Hunt/White" and pointed him 
out to Megan. "Jesus, what has he done?" Jeff asked. 
Megan shrugged.

"I am Jeff Hunt," Jeff said as he approached the man. 

"And Miss White?" he asked, Megan nodded. 

"Mr Stephen Hunt presents his apologies, sir. He was 
unable to be here, personally, with his guests, but has 
engaged me to take you to your next flight." 

"Next flight?" Megan asked, "Another flight?" 

"Oh yes, Miss. Mr Hunt, your brother sir?" Jeff nodded, 
"Mr Hunt was detained in London last night by a late 
meeting and has now joined with the other members of 
your party at your destination, waiting for your 
arrival. If we can get your bags, sir, Miss, please 
follow me I will take you to your flight." The man spoke 
into his wireless handset, letting his contact know that 
he had his passengers and was about collect their 
luggage, then leave the terminal. 

Bloody hell, thought Jeff, what next? Some 1930s 
biplane? I wouldn't put it past him.

Megan was uncertain, but went along with the chauffeur. 
They collected their baggage from the carousel and, with 
their driver pushing a trolley, followed him to their 
awaiting vehicle. When the man stopped, and started 
putting the bags onto a golf cart, Jeff was certain this 
was a put up job. 

"Umm where are we going?" he asked.

"Just over to the helipad, sir" the driver responded, 
"It is not far, and not worth a petrol vehicle, so the 
Company uses this cart." he smiled, assuring Jeff that 
it really was OK. "You brother said that you might not 
be overly happy, given his penchant for practical jokes 
sir, but I assure you that your helicopter is waiting 
for you." 

"Helicopter?" Megan asked.

"Oh yes, a brand new AgustaWestland AW119, Ke, Koala, I 
believe, Miss." 

"Brand new?"

"Yes, just been certified and is being trialled, Miss." 

"Trialled? Is it safe?" 

The driver smiled, "Oh yes, just new to this country. 
First one in fact. The Finns, the Mexicans, New York 
Police, the Australians have been using them for years, 
other countries too. They have been getting good service 
from them, so the Company decided to buy one and give it 
a try." 

"Oh, thank you." 

"You're welcome, Miss." 

The trip to the helipad was brief, only a few minutes. 
It was a little chilly, but the fresh air of the moving, 
open cart was a pleasure after hours of canned aircraft 
air. The sight of a brand new, glistening helicopter on 
the helipad was something Megan had not expected to ever 
see, but there she was, looking at it.

Their bags were put into the rear compartment, then the 
pilot, Kenneth, introduced himself, and helped them into 
the craft. Ensuring their seat belts were properly 
fastened, he took two pairs of headphones and plugged 
them in, and handed them to his passengers.

"When we get into the air, conversation may be strained 
between the front and rear seats. This is easier, but 
please, for the moment, when I take off and land, I 
would ask you to not say anything." Jeff and Megan both 
agreed, putting them on. Kenneth got into the pilot's 
seat and plugged in, then went on, "Also, all three of 
us are connected to the same channel, while in flight. I 
might drop out of that channel to talk to someone in Air 
Traffic Control, you won't hear me, or them, but don't 
worry about it, it will all be routine." 

"Ok," Jeff said. 

"How long to our destination?" 

"Little over a half hour." 

"Oh, that is quick."

"Oh, no, I will just be cruising. Taking my time, 
apparently we have plenty of time. Stephen told me you 
are having a lunch there before the ceremony, or so I 
understand."

"Stephen?"

"Yes, he and I are old friends, at Cambridge together. 
Of course, he went on to be a reprobate and I became a 
good solid citizen." Kenneth smiled.

"So you are doing a favour for him?" 

"Yes and no actually, but I am going to get us into the 
air now, so we can carry this conversation on after."

Kenneth dropped out and could be heard talking, 
informing flight control of his intentions. His flight 
plan had already been filed, and he looked at his watch, 
started the motors, allowed them to warm a little, then 
engaged the rotor. The excitement of watching the four 
blades spin up, become a blur then invisible if you 
weren't watching carefully, was great for both Megan and 
Jeff. Neither of them had been in a helicopter before, 
and Jeff immediately thought of the "Odes of Pindar", 
the lines, 

"They shall change winged dolphins of the sea for 
running horses,
oars for reins, and steer chariots with storm in their 
feet..."
Why he thought of that particular reference didn't seem 
to make sense to Jeff, the storm of the thump-thump of 
the rotor was above them not below. They had certainly 
changed their running horses to a flying dolphin, 
complete with a bottle nose, bulbous skull and google 
eyes, that is for sure. 

The grass verge of the helipad was too far away to be 
seriously affected by the breeze created by the blades, 
but the water on the ground from recent rains was 
certainly being thrown up. He thought he heard Kenneth 
say something like, "Roger Control, powering up, lift 
and hover." The beat of the motor sped up, and the rotor 
became a roar, the ground water was just blown away as 
they seemed to lift about 10 feet, not even over the 
roof of the nearest building. 

A few more words were spoken, and Jeff noticed hands and 
feet going in every direction as the blades again sped 
up and the feeling of being pushed down into their seats 
along with the disappearing roofs made it obvious they 
were climbing. Like a high speed elevator, they felt 
gravity pulling at them, and soon there was a forward 
movement, away from the runways. Jeff expected their 
tail to be pointing upward, their nose down, just like 
the classic images of the military helicopters taking 
off, but was disappointed it was all so level. 

Soon they were up just below the clouds and Kenneth came 
back online and said, "We are now at an altitude of 1600 
metres, or a mile, travelling at a cruising speed of 
230kilometres per hour, and we shall reach our 
destination in approximately 35 minutes."

"That sounds good," Megan commented, somewhat 
breathlessly, thrilled by her first helicopter ride. 

"Yes," Jeff said. "Now please, what is the story with 
Stephen?" 

"Simple really, We were talking about flying executives, 
EU officials from London to Brussels, to Paris, The 
Hague, Amsterdam, point to point, inner city and for 
that, we need helicopters. The demand is growing and 
most companies cannot afford their own, so we offer the 
service, a bit more expensive than airline tickets, but 
faster. No travelling too and from airports, nor taxis 
fares, and the like. 

"Out of one meeting in London, into another in Paris for 
lunch. Paris is less than 400 kilometres, Brussels 
closer, The Hague and Amsterdam, a little more. In this 
baby, that means an average of about 2 hours in the air. 
With little or no travelling time between airports, or 
waiting lounges, this can save at least two and up to 
five hours on their trips." 

"And Stephen is involved here?" 

"Well, between us, we own the Company." This news seemed 
to surprise Megan, she knew individually the Hunts were 
rich, but that is relative to her own family. Just how 
rich, she and Jeff had never discussed. She was not 
overly interested in money, but fascinated by the idea 
of the power associated with it. 

"How much does one of these things cost?" Megan asked.

"A little over $3.7million Euros, but it should repay 
its investment inside three years." 

Looking at the cabin, Megan was a little sceptical, 
executives like their privileges, which includes first 
class travel, she thought. 

The trip was over sooner than she expected, they began 
their descent. Kenneth said, "Ok, we are landing in a 
hotel car park. Stephen assures me they have swept it, 
several times, and kept cars out of the area we are 
landing in. This is going to be a little tricky, so 
please, quiet now."

The area they were aiming for seemed a little small to 
Jeff, but they were still several hundred metres above 
the car park and not over it yet. Kenneth informed 
Control that he was descending, making an approach. The 
area grew a little as they descended, then a little more 
as they descended more. Their descent was as rapid as it 
was going up, and they felt themselves lifting into 
their seat belts. Kenneth was obviously confident in his 
approach and landed smoothly, the helicopter landing on 
its skids with barely a sound. "Better stay in your 
seats until the blades stop turning." 

"Oh, I have seen people ducking their heads as they get 
out of helicopters. Always wondered why when the blades 
are well above their heads." Jeff commented.

"Yes, they do. The problem is when a blade is spinning 
down, there is no continuous centrifugal force to keep 
it straight out. A gust of wind can change the blade's 
angle, push one side up and the other down. The blades 
are flexible, they have to be, but they will take your 
head off none-the-less."

The imagery did not appeal to either Megan or Jeff, so 
they stayed seated as the blades slowed to a stop. 
Kenneth got out and opened the passenger door, "Thank 
you for flying Wedding Bells Air, we hope you enjoyed 
the flight and hope to see you again soon." Kenneth said 
with a smile. 

"Thank you, Kenneth," said Megan, "Brilliant trip."

A thin man with semi-wild hair lunged forward with a 
camera, Lorenzo, Megan knew. Stephen approached the 
couple and they saw Marion, Caroline, Alice, a taller 
older gentleman, had to be Mr Harcourt, thought Megan, 
two younger people, Sean and Maureen, and off to one 
side, yet another older man with a much older man. 

"Oh jesus" Jeff said, under his breath and frowning, 
"Why did he have to come?" 

Megan knew that one of the older men was his father. She 
was somewhat concerned how his presence may put a 
dampener on the day, but would be supportive of Jeff.

"Jeff, please, don't let it bother you, or don't let him 
see it bothers you, that he is here. We did discuss this 
possibility, remember? Now smile for the wild man from 
Borneo!" Jeff laughed, and so did Stephen. 

"Yes, that is him alright!" he cried. "Glad you could 
make it, everything is ready, just lunch first." He 
shook Jeff's hand and hugged Megan. "Welcome, welcome." 

Marion and Alice came forward to greet them, and Alice 
said to Megan, "Sorry, but we couldn't stop him. He-"

"Don't worry about it, had to happen sooner or later. I 
won't allow him to make a mess of our day." Alice 
laughed. 

Marion hugged her and said, "I hope you don't mind, but 
I have a wedding dress for you, it is inside waiting for 
you to have a look at it." 

"Oh Marion, you didn't need to!" 

"Of course I did. You are not marrying my young man here 
in some ordinary suit, no matter how good it might look 
on you. Besides it's beautiful and will go well with 
your wonderfully natural hair. Oh I am glad it has grown 
back and is its own colour again. " 

Alice said, "You know Maureen, but this strapping lad is 
Sean, my eldest." Megan said hello and asked Maureen how 
she was doing in school. Sean of course, was at 
Cambridge, studying Quantum Mechanics. They shook hands 
and passed some other pleasantries. 

They moved towards the small crowd of onlookers who came 
to see the helicopter. 

"Megan," Jeff said, "Mr Thomas Harcourt." introducing 
the first of the strangers. 

"Mr Harcourt, it is nice to meet you face to face, as it 
were." 

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss White, and I must say, 
your photos just don't do you any justice at all." 

"Megan, please, Mr Harcourt and thank you."

"Thomas, please, Megan. You realise that after today, we 
are going to be developing a closer working 
relationship." 

"Oh, are we?" she looked quizzically at Jeff. 

"Oh yes, remember our discussion about the prenuptials?" 
Jeff asked.

"Yes, but-"

"No, no buts now darling, We should have done this ages 
ago, had this discussion. I just kept putting it off. 
Bet your life that that is why Johnson is here though." 

"For certain, and as soon as he is done, he is leaving." 
Stephen put in, "With Father hopefully. Don't let them 
get you alone, Megan. Thomas can help here." Thomas 
nodded.

"Will he take Father with him?" Jeff asked.

"Don't know," said Stephen, "But you better come and 
introduce our girl." 

"Our girl?" Chuckled Jeff, "since when has she been our 
girl?" 

"Since I am giving her away, old boy." 

"But who is the Best Man?" 

"Well I am, of course," Stephen said with that air of 
certainty, "Oh you mean for the ceremony? I asked 
Lorenzo, but he will be taking pictures and so I think 
it has fallen to Thomas, if he would?" 

"Thanks for letting me know," Harcourt said, "Seeing as 
how I have known Jeffery for nearly twenty years, I can 
do it, but for Megan, not for you Stephen." 

"Of course, " Stephen said amiably, "It is the Bride's 
day, after all." 

For some reason, Megan immediately had visions of an old 
chapel in El Paso, in black and white, with lots of gun 
fire and swearing and screaming. Seems the imagery of 
Quentin Tarantino stays with you for a long time. She 
gathered her courage and, with Jeff at her side, stepped 
towards the older man. 

"Father," Jeff said.

"Jeffery, are you going to introduce us?" his father 
said.

"Yes, of course, sorry darling. Father, this is Megan, 
Megan, my father." Jeff said, a little curtly.

"Nice to meet you, Mr Hunt." Megan said, holding her 
hand out.

The other man, Johnson, stiffened. 

Mr Hunt, Lord Douden, did not move, "Yes, I can't say 
the same though." he replied, rather coldly.

"Oh, that is bad luck then, sir." She dropped her 
offered hand, "But please, don't let that bother you, I 
am sure it will get better when you decide you can relax 
and be a nice person." Megan said, affably, and frankly. 

"What?" he asked, while Johnson seemed to lose all his 
colour.

Marion coughed, and Gordon Hunt looked at her. 

"Well, I cannot say I am happy to meet you," returning 
his attention to Megan, "nor can I say I am glad that 
the both of you are here."

"Father," started Jeff, and Megan just squeezed his 
hand. "Father," he started again after a deep breath, in 
a much calmer manner. "It really doesn't matter if you 
approve or not. But, now that you are here, I would ask 
that you stay and enjoy this time with us. You don't 
have to, but we both hope you do." 

Gordon Hunt stood there, blinking like he couldn't 
believe what he just heard. 

"This is their day Father," said Alice, "Told you."

"Yes Gordon," said Marion, "it is their day, and I am 
hungry, time for lunch." 

"And who is this fellow?" Megan asked, moving the 
conversation on.

"Johnson" he said.

"Is that your first or last name?" Jeff smiled as Megan 
worked her easy charm on him. 

"Last name, Miss." 

"Oh please, you do have a name then?" 

"Yes, Kevin actually."

"Well Kevin, glad to meet you. What can we do for you?" 

"Nothing for me, erm, but I do have some papers for you 
to sign." He pointed to his briefcase

"Well, why didn't you say so," said Megan, moving 
forward, taking his arm. "Perhaps you had better take me 
to a room where we can discuss these papers then. 
Thomas," she called, "Can I call upon you to help me out 
here?" 

"Of course Megan," Harcourt replied, "Be glad to help. 
If we go into the pub here, there is a room or office we 
can use, I am sure."

"Jeff, darling, do you need to be here?" 

"No dear, not as you have Thomas with you." 

"In that case, can you Stephen, Alice and Marion take 
your Father inside and catch up on the last year or 
five?" Jeff nodded, "Sean, Maureen, sorry but it looks 
like I am going to be tied up for a little while yet. As 
soon as we are done, I will join you." 

It was hard to tell if Sean was disappointed at missing 
the fireworks he was obviously expecting, Maureen took 
it all in stride and dragged Sean towards the pub. 

Gordon Hunt was struggling to come to terms with what 
had just happened. One moment he was taking control of 
this absurd situation and the next, he was shunted aside 
and the girl who caused so many problems for him in the 
last year or so had organized the whole group. What? 
Alice and Marion took his arms and dragged him inside, 
sat him down at a table and Marion told him to be a good 
boy and not run away. Well somethings do not change, he 
thought, Marion still likes to be boss- even though she 
demurred to that child. 

Marion returned with a glass of wine in her hand, "Here, 
you better drink this." Gordon took it and gulped a 
mouthful. "I told you she won't take any nonsense from 
you. Stephen probably told you the same." 

"Who is this kid?" 

"Well, for starters, she is no child. She may not be 
that old, but she certainly has more character than most 
of the people I have met over the last forty years. Your 
youngest son is marrying her and a little over two 
hours, you had better get used to her."

"Damned if I'll do that. They can live in the terrace, 
Jeff owns that now, stay there to the scorn of all the 
people in that village."

"Oh you will Gordon, you will. She is lovely, Stephen 
says so, Alice says so, I say so and by now, so will 
both Thomas Harcourt and Johnson." 

"Well, Harcourt has his balls in an uproar, I expect. 
And Johnson will think what I tell him to think." 

"No, today is the first time she and Harcourt have met 
actually so I doubt that is true." 

"You're joking." 

"No, not a bit of it. Come on Gordon, did you look at 
the painting?"

"Yes, I did, and its the only reason I am here. You said 
the resemblance is uncanny, but you're wrong. The black 
hair, the blue eyes, but that's all."

Marion smiled that forbearance smile of mothers in 
public with their misbehaving children. "No, look 
closer." At that moment, Alice came in and Marion asked 
her if she brought Megan's family tree with her.

She pulled out the envelope from her purse, "Of course, 
I wanted Stephen to see it, he hasn't seen it yet. Megan 
got a copy of it months ago, you had one as soon as I 
got it. I still have the photo on my phone too."

Marion took it from Alice and opened it, showing Gordon 
the family line. Alice gave her father her mobile phone, 
displaying the image she had taken. 

"This is not just a couple of points looking similar, 
but the entire person, they are the same. A Hunt named 
Corieanne ran to marry a White, and a White named Megan 
has now run to marry a Hunt. Things do come full circle 
sometimes."

"Oh rubbish, coincidence, that is all."

"No, I don't think so." Marion said, "there is a far 
greater power, or mystery or something else here. I am 
not going to ascribe it to anything as prosaic as a 
coincidence, but I suspect that if we go back further, 
there might be other connections." 

"Now you are just playing the odds. Go back far enough 
and we are all connected in several places." Gordon 
responded.

"True, but I suggest in any case, you give up, be nice 
to the girl, she has already done Jeffery a whole lot of 
good." 

"Like what? Made him a criminal? He could still be 
charged with under aged offences." 

"No, he won't. No one can prove a thing."

"DNA testing of his bed will prove that I would suggest. 
My bet would be she is all over his terrace." 

"After today though, it won't matter." 

"It will if police get into it." 

"They cannot, the warrant has already been denied. I 
don't know how, but Harcourt got it tossed out. On top 
of that, there will be no proof of sexual activity 
anyway."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I had Stephen go to his terrace and take the mattress 
off the bed and put it into the bomb shelter, before 
they confirmed the connection," said Alice. 

"You what?" 

"You didn't think it was going to be left there did you? 
That was the first thing I did when Marion told me of 
Jeff's involvement. I didn't know if there was a sexual 
relationship, but when Marion let me know they had been 
to her, and what she thought of Megan, I had Steven go 
up to the terrace and move the bed. Oh, he put the 
mattress from the spare bed onto the master bedroom, so 
police wouldn't look for a missing one. I rang the 
cleaners and they let him in."

"How could you be so sure police would buy it?" 

"Stephen said there were boxes on the spare that hadn't 
been moved for a year or more. He put them back after 
taking the mattress off it and moved it to the master 
bedroom and made the bed with fresh sheets and blankets. 
Put the used ones in a plastic bag and left it with the 
mattress. It doesn't matter if there was any further DNA 
anywhere then, they can't prove sexual activity in the 
bed." 

"What about the couch, the floors anywhere, you know how 
young people go on with sex."

"Which is why I went over the terrace with disinfectant, 
sprayed everything, then made sure the cleaners went 
through the place and then went in every week. They were 
good enough to clean out the few items left in the 
refrigerator, washed all the linens, blankets, 
everything. I have no idea how it would affect anything, 
but it might have created enough confusion to get Jeff 
off the hook, if it came to court. Who knows, but in two 
hours, it all becomes moot." 

"Alright, but this child is-"

"She is no child Gordon," Marion interrupted, "She stood 
up to you in her second sentence. Don't play with her, 
she will rip your arms off and beat you with the wet 
ends."

"She is a child, she is sixteen, the bare minimum age-"

"Don't let that fool you, Father, Stephen adores her, 
and I like her. Besides, do you really think Jeffery 
would have asked you to stay before he met her? Look how 
easily she charmed Johnson, and he is not a charming 
person nor easily charmed."

"That was odd, granted."

"That is her doing, and she is really making a man of 
Jeff. I like him better now than before, I can tell 
you." Alice concluded.

"Alright, I will tolerate her, but don't ask me to like 
it." 

"That is a smart decision Gordon, and you will get to 
know her, and like her."

Just as Alice and Stephen left to go to the bar, Marion 
leant forward and said quietly, "Besides, no one has 
spoken to you like that since Mingon died. Don't tell me 
you didn't get a chill up the spine and what's left of 
your heart beat a little faster." 

Gordon didn't say anything. 

In a room aside, Megan and Kevin Johnson were going over 
the paper work, some agreements that set conditions on 
awards. Megan thought this was all so cold-blooded, but 
went along with it as Thomas explained that it was 
necessary. "When you get involved with serious money 
Megan," he said, "you really have to learn a whole new 
set of rules. Up to now, money was a rare commodity, so 
you only learned about its most basic use, spending it. 

"Now that money will no longer be in short supply, but 
seriously abundant, how do you manage it? You have never 
learned to conserve it or how to use it. So, these 
agreements are really insurance for the direct 
participants, the family in particular, that you won't 
be wrecking their history, their connection to the 
money. They are also assurances for the indirect 
participants, the bankers, the lawyers, the accountants, 
that your involvement is not going to severely damage 
the ebb and flow of the money."

"Is that all they are interested in? Just the money." 

"Yes, and it is so impersonal. It is usually dismissed 
with a phrase like 'It's just business', but they are 
actually saying is 'We don't want you coming in and 
wrecking our power base.'" 

"Power? Money is power?"

"Very much so. You are something of a gifted historian I 
understand." 

Megan nodded, "So they tell me." she smiled.

"Ok, then do you think the kings of old could have done 
much without the power money brought them?" 

"Mmm no, John became Lackland because Richard broke the 
Treasury and he did not have the resources to fight 
back. That plus his own military ineptitude, but it was 
the money really, he was unable to build the resources 
required to fight on the Continent." 

"Of course, so I rest my case. You are going to have to 
learn these new rules Megan, and I am not sure I envy 
you. You strike me as being too human, too kind, to be 
really successful at it."

"Thank you Thomas, then I best learn how not to make a 
mess of it then."

"Good on you, Megan. Come on we have some reading to do. 
Anything you don't understand, ask and we will both 
answer as best we can. Won't we Kevin?"

"Of course, Mr Harcourt, whatever is in the best 
interest of the client, sir." came the reply, in the 
best, stuffy English legal manner. Harcourt laughed.

"Ahh and here is the first thing to learn, Megan. 
Whenever the phrase, "best interest of the client" is 
used, be sure that the speaker is talking about the 
right client. He is not talking about you, but rather, 
Lord Douden, who is his client."

"Ahh yes, thank you for pointing that out Thomas. So, 
Kevin, what is in your client's best interest here?" 

"Sign the papers as they are, and stay uninvolved." 

Thomas laughed, "Well, can't be more honest than that. "

"Well, in fairness sir, that is not going to happen is 
it?"

"No, but while we are being honest, and to bring this to 
a speedy conclusion, what is the maximum we can get away 
with, without a serious fight?"

"Two million, and two hundred thousand a year."

"Done." 

Megan was puzzled, "Sorry, what is done?" 

"Well, all these documents are a negotiation. If you and 
Jeffery divorce, you get paid two million pounds, plus 
an annual wage, if you like, of two hundred thousand 
pounds a year until remarried. Children?" He asked of 
Johnson.

"Automatically become beneficiaries of the Trust. All 
education costs are paid, additional medical, dental, 
the usual expenses are covered, as long as it is going 
to the children, not into the custodial parent's 
pockets. Keeps going until adulthood, then they get a 
full share. As Master Jeffery will inherit the title, 
his eldest son will become the heir, and all the others 
will be part of the trust. The grandchildren are given 
an annual stipend, about ten percent above the average 
earnings, as well as an education, and great 
grandchildren not in the direct line are cut out."

"Oh? How does that work?" 

"Well Lord Stephen won't have children, and Lady Alice's 
children will be given a full share, but their children 
will receive the annual stipend. Your children and 
grandchildren will also receive a full share, as will 
the children of the heir, and his grandchildren, but his 
siblings' children will only receive the stipend." 

"Bit complicated?" 

"Not really, but it prevents the watering down of the 
Family Trust, or rather, the Company earnings are not 
divided up between too many people."

"Ok, very good." Thomas said, briskly. "Put the numbers 
in and we can bring this to an end, if you would."

"Very well, sir," Johnson said. He quickly entered the 
numbers, initialled it, signed as a witness, then handed 
each page to Thomas. 

Thomas read a page and handed it to Megan, indicating 
where she needed to initial it, and where she needed to 
sign it. 

"One more question though," Megan asked, as everything 
stopped, "As I am only sixteen, are these legally 
binding? I am not an adult under law, shouldn't my 
parents be signatories here?." 

"Good question Miss," replied Johnson. "But there is 
enough precedent to let us know that the Courts will 
uphold the documents." 

"Ok, but what does that mean? I don't know anything 
about law or legal matters." 

"Well, Megan," said Thomas, "In this case, you are, at 
the moment, estranged from your parents. So you are 
acting on advice from a barrister, me, whom you have 
engaged for your legal purposes. While I am not in any 
way a guardian, I am an officer of the Court, so I can 
be considered a responsible person. Where there is a 
responsible person, like a barrister, it is assumed that 
the barrister is acting for you, and in your interest, 
not the interest of the other party. In this case, 
Johnson here representing the Trust." Johnson nodded.

"And the only time a Court would overturn such documents 
would be where the signatory, you, were so obviously 
disadvantaged that it can be claimed the barrister was 
not acting in the best interest of his client." Johnson 
went on. "In which case, the barrister would be ruined 
or already dead." 

"That is about it. Oh there is a lot more jargon and 
legalese surrounding it, but essentially, that is what 
it boils down to." Harcourt finished. "It is also why 
Jeffery would have been asked to leave, if he had come 
in the room, to make sure you were not inappropriately 
influenced, or advised. He knows he would have been so 
didn't come in." 

"I-I understand. Good," Megan said, "What is next?" 

"Well, I get the documents notarized, you get the 
copies, followed by a letter of confirmation from the 
Trust. I will send all these to Mr Harcourt and he will 
hold them until you return." 

"Thank you Kevin, I appreciate your honesty," Megan 
said, "Are you staying for lunch and the ceremony?" 

"No, I hadn't planned to, I am driving Lord Douden home, 
Miss." 

"Oh. Ok, well, in that case, you at least better stay 
for lunch, then take off after that." 

"Thank you Miss, I appreciate the invitation, but I am 
still here at the request of His Lordship."

"Do you always call him 'M'lord', Kevin?" 

"Yes, Miss, always, he is my Client." 

Megan heard the capital 'C' in his pronunciation and 
took it no further.

"Well, thank you Kevin, now if you would excuse us, 
there are a couple of matters I would like clarified 
with Mr Harcourt before we rejoin the others." Johnson 
left, and Harcourt cocked an eyebrow. 

"Now, Thomas, who is paying you. I can't and you have 
done an awful lot of legwork for me in the last year."

"The Legacy is covering my costs, at Jeffery's 
instructions. You have no need to worry about that."

"But look, this has cost everyone. Jeff a career, and 
what it has cost my parents, I have no idea. I talk to 
them on the phone, to let them know I am alright, but it 
won't be until I see them that they will be certain. I 
don't think that will happen for a while yet."

"That is something you need not worry too much about 
actually. Yes, your parents are still upset, but I talk 
to them every now and again."

"What? Is that something you shouldn't be doing, for 
some reason?"

"I am sorry, but I have gotten personally involved." 
Harcourt started, quietly, and kindly, "What the both of 
you did was incredibly foolish, but you got away with 
it. That doesn't really happen often, in fact rarely. So 
why? When I spoke with you the first time, I knew, just 
knew, that your concern was not for you, but for 
Jeffery, for your parents. Your voice told me that, and 
everything that has happened since, that you are a 
hopeless romantic, like Jeffery, like Mingon and like 
Gordon actually. All four of you are hopeless bloody 
romantics. And actually, I loved Mingon, but please, 
don't tell anyone that." 

"Mingon?"

"Jeffery's mother. She was beautiful, and a nice person, 
I got involved in her Legacies only because she asked 
me. I didn't want to run away with her, or have her as a 
lover, but she was one of those genuine English roses, 
nothing pretentious about her, incredibly bright, witty, 
could make you laugh even if you fell in horse shit type 
persons. But she was a hopeless romantic who had found 
her prince - and princess as it turned out." 

"So I understand, yes."

"I knew Mingon through Walter Templeton, he was her 
family solicitor, and they needed a solicitor for 
another matter, so Templeton came to me. I became a 
Barrister a little later, just before I met the rest of 
the family, but by then, I was well and truly in 
Mingon's spell. When she was dying, Gordon just lost it. 
He was always terribly insecure, an unloved little boy 
who is constantly trying to outdo his father. But it was 
worse when he found out she was not going to be around 
for much longer. 

"When she died, he just retreated from everyone, his 
children especially, and Jeffery found that intolerable. 
There were major arguments, some of which I was called 
in on, Templeton kept me posted, mainly because needed 
to gossip to someone, but by then, I had grown to know 
the children. Alice was much like her mother, but lacks 
that same humour that typified her, Stephen is- well he 
is Stephen, Jeffery though, he is more like his Mother 
than his father, and really needed help when she died. 

"I have been looking after him since then, legally 
speaking. When you took him away, I nearly gave up, but 
after talking to you, I realised you were what he was 
looking for, someone like his mother. That is why I 
stayed, why I have been personally involved. Not a good 
thing for a Barrister. I spoke to your parents to let 
them know you were in good company, that Jeffery is a 
decent man, and would only do something like this 
because he loved you. 

"That didn't help much actually, but I assured them that 
I believe you felt the same way about him. That there 
was nothing they or anyone else could have done to 
prevent it, that they had not failed you, but they 
should be happy for you that you have found someone like 
Jeffery. It is taking them a while, but they are coming 
around." 

"Are they really?" 

"I think so, and after today, they are likely to be more 
annoyed at not being invited than you getting married."

"Jeff raised that possibility, so we think that we might 
do this all over when we get back to England. Invite 
everyone else." 

Harcourt laughed, "Yes, that is precisely the sort of 
thing that Mingon would have done. Exactly the same, you 
are. Oh dear, Jeffery is a lucky man indeed." 

"I don't want to be his mother though," Megan said.

"Oh, you are not, you are you, Jeffery knows this, but 
you have many of the same traits she did, and enough 
different ones to be you. Anyway, enough, you can fire 
me if you like, having gotten this involved when I 
shouldn't, up to you." 

"Fire you? For being human? No, I don't think so, but 
how about a being a friend who happens to be a 
Barrister?" 

"Yes, that I can do, thank you Megan. It has been a 
hairy journey at times, legally speaking, but the most 
fun I have ever had in the law, reminding me that law is 
really about people, not things, not money, but real 
people. It is so easy to lose sight of that. Been my 
pleasure." He stopped and added, "You know, the ripples 
of your romanticism are still spreading." He paused and 
offered no further comment, except, "Now, let's go and 
join the others shall we?" 

"Yes, let's." 

Maureen spotted them first, and waved at Marion and 
Alice, they swooped on Megan and apologised to Harcourt, 
taking her away again. They almost ran up the stairs, 
and into a room. Standing in the middle of the room was 
a dressmaker's dummy, with a pearl-white dress on it. 

"Here, take a look Megan," Marion said, "What do you 
think?" 

"Oh wow!" she replied, "It is absolutely gorgeous. Who's 
is it?" 

"Yours, if you want it." Marion replied.

Megan touched it, walked around it, peered closely at 
it, and said, "It is beautiful, but who's is it? Really" 

Marion looked at it, "Mine actually."

Megan looked at it, carefully, loving the tiny 
stitching, then she looked up, surprised, "Hand 
stitched?" Marion nodded. "Oh, there was a lot of love 
went into this. Who made it?" 

"My mother made it for me, before.. well, before I came 
out. She was devastated that I would never wear it. But 
you're right, she made it with a lot of love." 

"It is simply the most beautiful wedding dress I have 
ever seen." 

"Isn't it?" said Alice, "I wanted to wear it, but I am 
just too tall, so please, say yes, you'll wear it." 

"Yes, Megan, I would love for you to wear it. I let the 
bust out for you, you are better endowed than I am, and 
it will fit like a glove I think" Marion said. "But you 
will have to have a lot of photos taken." 

"Yes, thank you Marion," Megan replied, "I would love 
to." 

They all had a good cry, hugging each other.

"Come on," said Alice, "we are going to have to stop 
this. A quick lunch then change into the dress, some 
photos and then the ceremony. Come on ladies! Work to be 
done!"

They trooped out of the room downstairs for lunch. 

It went off better than they thought it would. After 
changing into the dress, Megan, Alice, Maureen and 
Marion were all arranged by Lorenzo having photos taken 
in a few locations around the helicopter, the pub, near 
the Old Blacksmith's Shop and points in between. Time 
approached so they moved towards the Old Blacksmith's 
Shop, and Stephen joined them, taking Megan's arm. 

"Wow," he said, "you are really beautiful, almost 
persuades me to change sides. Almost!"

Megan blushed and laughed at the outrageous nature of 
his comment, "Damn, and I was hoping," she responded. 
Even Lorenzo laughed at that. 

"I go inside," Lorenzo said, "Catch you coming up the 
aisle." 

There is no aisle as such, but a doorway that opens to 
an old smithy. Towards the rear of the room was a split 
level with three wooden stairs up to a platform with a 
forge and bellows. Above that was suspended a plough, an 
old horse drawn plough. In front of them was the old 
anvil, where they would take their vows. A celebrant 
stood along side the anvil with a rather large hammer at 
his feet. Jeff stood on the other side of the anvil and 
Thomas stood just behind him. 

Alice and Maureen went on ahead, as Stephen, with Megan 
on his arm, stood in the doorway, with Marion behind 
them. Jeff just pumped up with pride and love as he saw 
Megan in this beautiful gown. There was no music, but 
everyone just stood and watched Stephen bringing Megan 
into the old workshop. Even the harsh look of Gordon 
softened as he watched Megan walk towards the anvil.

The ceremony was quiet and dignified, short and to the 
point. The celebrant held their hands as they said their 
vows on the old anvil and after releasing them, he took 
the hammer and raising it above his head, said, "Lords, 
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you Mister and Mrs, 
The Honourable Jeffery, Heir to the Earl of Partridge 
Bay and Megan Hunt." He brought the hammer down on the 
anvil, ringing out to the village that another couple 
had joined in wedlock. 

Jeff kissed the bride, and she was still getting over 
the idea of being a Mrs, she had never thought about it 
before. 

"It's done my love, forever." he said.

"Forever, my darling," she replied, certain in her heart 
that this was always meant to be.

All members of the party crowded the couple, shaking 
hands and hugging them. Even Gordon shook Megan's hand 
and said, "Congratulations," a little coldly. Megan felt 
Jeff stiffen and before either of them could say 
anything else, she thanked him without letting go of his 
hand and replied warmly, "Glad you could stay, and I 
really look forward to being patronised by you for many 
years yet." She smiled, and again, Gordon was 
discomforted by her, shocked to a momentary silence. She 
hadn't let go of his hand nor did she look away, she was 
never going to be cowed by him, that is for sure. 

Marion shook her head and before he could respond, took 
him by the arm saying, "See, ripping your arms off, 
let's you get out of here before you put your foot in it 
and she beats you with the wet ends." 

Jeff smiled and nearly laughed at his father, but he saw 
Megan was right. It wasn't worth being angry at him, he 
was just being an unloved little boy taking his hurt out 
on the people around him. This changes everything, Jeff 
thought, now I can work with him, when the time comes. 
He marvelled at the courage of his wife, at her audacity 
to take his father on, getting the better of him without 
even raising her voice, and being most polite when 
seriously insulting him. How the hell did she get so 
good? he wondered and not for the first time.

Stephen ushered the party out and back to the pub. He 
ordered a round of drinks for everyone, and toasted the 
happy couple. The party wished them well but it was 
obvious there was to be no feast here. Lorenzo took 
photos of everyone, even Johnson, Kenneth and the staff 
of the pub as they came in to serve them drinks. Megan 
was again ushered upstairs to change her dress, and came 
down to rejoin the party. 

After a short time, Stephen looked at Kenneth who 
nodded, and he raised his voice, "Thank you all, dear 
friends, but we really need to be moving on. Obviously 
we were not expecting so many extra people," he looked 
at the crowd of Thomas, Gordon, Johnson, Sean and 
Maureen, "While it is wonderful to see you here, I made 
no arrangements for you to join us at the traditional 
wedding feast. I do apologise for that lack of 
foresight, but if you wish to stay the night, I am 
afraid you will need to make your own arrangements."

"I am leaving in a few minutes," said Gordon, "Anyone 
who may wish to come with me is welcome." 

Stephen stopped and his eyebrows raised well up his 
forehead, "Thank you, Father," he said.

Thomas stepped forward and said that he had brought 
Maureen and Sean with him, and he had to get back to his 
office in the morning. Sean said that he would like to 
go to London, so would be travelling with his grand-
father, if that was ok. "Certainly." He looked at 
Maureen, who indicated she would prefer to be returning 
to the terrace, and catch the train down the next day, 
if that was OK with Jeff and Megan. Jeff agreed and told 
her where she could find the keys, as well as giving her 
the alarm code. 

"Good," said Stephen, "As for the rest of us, we have to 
get the helicopter moving again. So, Kenneth, if you 
would lead the way, Megan, Jeff follow him. Alice, 
Marion, next and Lorenzo, put the camera down for a 
moment darling and listen. We are going on a helicopter 
ride." 

"Will the doors be open?" he asked 

"Er, no, I am afraid not." 

"Oh I had hoped to get some shots over a lake or 
something. Oh well, next time," he said. 

"Stephen," Jeff asked, "What are we doing?" 

"I have a table booked for the six of us at a 
restaurant. At eight thirty. So we better move." 

"And where is this restaurant?" 

"On top of the tower."

"Tower? What tower?"

"Which Tower you mean?" 

"Yes, ok, which tower?" 

"The Eiffel Tower, of course." 

"The Eiffel Tower?" 

"Yes, now come on dear boy, don't want to be late. I 
have a limousine waiting for us in Paris." 

"What's this about Paris?" Megan asked, who had not 
really been listening to their conversation.

"Stephen is taking us to Paris, for dinner." 

"Oh... then how do we get there, Helicopter?" she asked.

"Of course." Stephen replied, "Quick trip to Luton, a 
private airfield there, refuel, a pit stop for the rest 
of us and then over the Channel. Be in Paris by eight 
o'clock." 

For the first time, Megan began to understand what 
Thomas was talking about. She is going to have to learn 
a whole new set of rules. Boldly, hand in hand, they 
took to the sky, chauffer driven to their new life. 

***

Footnote

Stephen was good to his word. After their wedding feast, 
Megan and Jeff went to the Carlton-Ritz for their week 
in Paris, then on to Vienna for another week. Returning 
to their unit in Bucharest seemed the end of a dream 
like holiday for Megan. Taking up the reins of their 
normal lives was easy, and they quickly became absorbed 
in the mundane detail of building a life together. 

The end of the Romanian school year saw Megan top her 
classes, even missing the two weeks she was away on her 
honeymoon. She was really looking forward to the last of 
her high school studies, an equivalent to Upper Sixth, 
at the International British School. She was well 
accepted now, and although she was wearing her wedding 
ring, none of the students asked about it, at first. 
There were a few questions as the girls will ask, but 
the boys scoffed the whole thing off. 

She wasn't sure how to answer and just kept saying 
things like, "It was my mother's and didn't feel right 
to have it on another finger." Curiosity did decline 
until a journalist wrote an article that indicated 
someone in the wedding party talked. It was confirmed 
that the runaway teacher and student had married, all 
the details were accurate, even to the dress. Oh well, 
thought Megan, couldn't keep it a secret forever, I 
suppose. 

Megan was asked by a few of the girls but really wasn't 
interested in gossiping. The real problem for her was 
that this was a very small school, and everybody knew 
everybody. Some of the parents of her fellow students 
were more curious than their children, particularly as 
some of them worked in the British Embassy. 

Most questions were gently rebuffed, a few were answered 
with non-committal answers and fewer were treated to the 
"Megan look of instant death", as Jeff called it. This 
was the one where he knew he just annoyed her, and she 
wasn't pleased. They soon got the hint and left her 
alone, and over time saw that she wasn't really a two 
headed monster, or a vacuous trollop, but a genuine 
person who was not afraid of taking the world on, on her 
own terms. 

One enterprising reporter tracked them down and asked 
for a follow up. Jeff was all for helping the fellow to 
the ground floor, without benefit of a lift. Megan told 
the reporter that what was done might have been unusual, 
was really nothing special, and people had other things 
to concern themselves with. Besides, yesterday's news 
was today's rubbish wrapper. The persistence of the 
reporter though got him an interview, but answers he got 
were essentially words of one syllable. He tried drawing 
them out, but basically they said nothing so what was 
there was unusable. He also gave up in frustration. 

A few weeks later, Jeff and Megan were sitting in a 
terasa on Strada Sfânta Vineri not far from their 
apartment, enjoying the light afternoon breeze with a 
coffee and some discussion about what they would be 
doing when they arrived in England. From behind Jeff a 
man and woman appeared, looked at Megan and obviously 
recognised her. They spoke and moved towards Megan and 
Jeff's table. 

Both Megan and Jeff were unaware of the approach, until 
the man spoke, "Would you mind us joining you Miss 
White, Mr Hunt?"

Jeff looked around and it was immediately obvious to 
Megan this was someone he did not really want to talk 
to. "Well, yes, I do. You have no jurisdiction here, and 
you are not accompanied by local police." 

"Ahh, don't worry, Jeff, we are not here officially, we 
were really just passing, and Mary saw you. Thought we 
might like to catch up, talk about old times. We haven't 
met yet, Megan," he said, holding his hand out, "I am 
Mark Wishall. DCI Mark Wishall" 

"Oh," said Megan, not sure what she should do. She got 
over the surprise and said, "Miss White no longer, I am 
afraid, it is Mrs Megan Hunt, or just Megan, if you 
like." 

"Of course. Let me introduce Mary, whom your husband may 
remember as DI Mary Coombe, now Mrs Mary Wishall." 

Megan smiled one of her relaxed and cheerful smiles that 
usually makes Jeff go to water, "Mrs Wishall, now isn't 
that interesting." 

"Yes, we are actually on our honeymoon." Mary said, "We 
knew you were here of course, and I suspect that is 
likely why we had to come here, on the off-chance we 
might run into you." 

"Well, yes and no, I really did want to talk to you at 
least once, face-to-face," Wishall went on, "Glad it is 
here and now, not in England." Jeff had not relaxed yet, 
"No, its Ok, you're right, we have no jurisdiction here, 
you haven't broken any local laws, and we are not 
pressing for an extradition. So, this is just a pleasant 
talk, I hope it is a pleasant talk, anyway." 

"What Mark is trying to say is that you got away with 
it. With Harcourt's running legal interference for you, 
it's unlikely any action will be taken."

With the mention of Thomas' name, Megan remembered his 
rather cryptic comment about ripples. 

"So this is what he meant," Megan said, "Ha! What a 
great outcome, darling."

"Sorry, who meant what?"

"Thomas, dear," Megan said, "He told me we were just 
like your parents, romantic fools, but the ripples of 
our romanticism were still spreading. Did Mr Harcourt 
know you were going to be getting married?" 

"We didn't invite him to the wedding, but we made no 
secret of it, so he more than likely knew." Mark said.

"If I may ask, how long had you known each other 
before?" 

"Before you, you mean?" Megan nodded, "We knew each 
other certainly, the Lancashire Constabulary is not that 
large we would not know each other. Mary has spent a lot 
of time in Western, Northern, Southern divisions, where 
I started with Eastern, then Central and then G 
Divisions. Your case was the first we actually worked on 
together. We also picked up a couple of other cases when 
it became obvious we were getting nowhere with yours, 
and after your phone call and statements, it wasn't 
going to be high priority. 

"My divorce had already come through, Mary had never 
married, but then she fell for me, or rather, I pestered 
her for a date and she threatened to arrest me for 
harassment, so I had to take her out for a meal to 
apologise. The rest, as they say, is history." 

"That is not actually quite true," Mary said, smiling, 
"I just about had to handcuff him to get him to ask me 
out." 

Megan laughed. "I am delighted that something good has 
come out of this for someone else, Mr Wishall."

"We think so, too, Megan," Mark said, "We certainly do." 

***

News Clipping:

The Earl of Partridge Bay, Gordon, Lord Douden quietly 
passed away last night in his sleep it was announced by 
his company legal representatives this morning. The 
unexpected death of Lord Douden leaves the way open for 
his younger son, Jeffery, to assume complete control of 
the family assets. 

The new Lord Douden stunned the nation three years ago 
when he ran away with his young bride to be, and then 
again earlier this year when they returned to England. 
They were originally married in the old Blacksmith's 
Shop, Gretna Green, but renewed their vows in front of 
both their families and 200 guests in the Eton College 
Chapel...

THE END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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