All the Fun of the Fair

"Are you alright?" Joe asked, there was concern in his voice.

What should she say? Should she let him go a little further? It did
feel nice but it was only the second day. She couldn't let him go too
far. He'd have no respect for her. But it did feel nice and it had
been nine months since somebody else had touched her if she discounted
the thirty seconds he'd held her breast for the previous evening.

Perhaps she could let him go a little further.

"Ow." She said as he tried to squeeze his hand inside the cup of her
bra and feel her breast.

"I'm sorry." He stammered, pulling his hand away.

Chris thought for a moment that he was going to stop completely. She
didn't want that to happen. She turned her head and kissed him on the
lips.

"It's alright." She breathed, pulling her mouth from his. "You were a
little rough, that's all."

She almost laughed out loud he looked so crestfallen.

"Here." She said, sitting up and taking off her jacket.

"Help me undo this." She continued turning her back to him and lifting
up the back of her jumper so he could see the fastenings of her bra.

She took a sharp breath as he pulled and fumbled with the catch until
he finally released her breasts. She should have done it herself, she
thought, but that would have been too forward.

John placed one arm around her shoulders as she leaned her head on his
shoulder. Taking the wrist of his free hand in one of her hands she
lifted the front of her jumper and placed his hand upon her belly. She
released him and let her hand fall away to rest on his thigh. His hand
moved at last, moving up, lifting her bra and settling around her
uninjured breast. His fingers moved slowly, gently as if examining a
delicate, precious object.

That felt nice, she thought, worming her body against him. He kissed
her forehead. That was nice as well. She could feel her nipple growing
hard against the palm of his hand and, closing her eyes' let herself
drift away. She felt so safe there with him. They were alone in the
world. She sighed deeply.

"Are you alright?"

She did wish he wouldn't keep asking her that. She didn't want to
speak. She grunted her reply and allowed her hand to move on his
thigh. She heard his breathing suddenly change. His fingers squeezed
her breast tighter.

"Don't." She whispered. "Gently."

She felt his grip loosen and his fingers return to the gentle
massaging movements of before.

Yes she could stay like this forever.

She sighed contentedly.

Suddenly his fingers released her breast and moved down to the
waistband of her jeans. His fingers fumbled with the button then the
zip. No. She reached down and held his wrist. It was too soon.

"Don't." She said turning her head and looking at him. "Not yet."

He started to move his hand back beneath her jumper but the spell had
been broken.

"Let's go." Chris said, fastening her jeans and standing up.

"I'm sorry." She continued, reaching behind her back and fastening her
bra while John stood up and slung the bag over his shoulder. "We
haven't known each other twenty four hours yet."

"I thought you were enjoying it." John said, looking at the ground,
into the air, anywhere but at Chris.

"Oh. I was." Chris admitted and stepped up to him and kissed him.
"It's just that it's a bit too much too soon."

"Pat only met Joe yesterday." John complained.

"It just goes to show we aren't completely alike."

Putting on her jacket Chris took John's hand and led the way down the
hill. They stopped and looked across the small bridge towards the
house of Paul and the woman. The curtains had been drawn in one of the
upstairs rooms. As they watched the woman pulled them apart and opened
a window. There was something familiar about the woman.

Chris squeezed John's hand. He'd taken it quite well all in all. She
thought. Perhaps it was just the suddenness of his movement towards
her jeans that had made her stop him. Some men could have reacted
violently. Forced her to do something. Let them have their way. No.
John had behaved very well. She just hoped she hadn't put him off. He
hadn't said a word all way down.

They walked on. Over the road bridge and back to the Pub car park.
John opened the side panniers and took out their helmets.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked. John's silence was starting to annoy her.

"Nothing." John replied, handing her a helmet.

Perhaps he wasn't taking it that well after all. Well, he shouldn't
expect a girl to drop her knickers on a first date. However much she
may have wanted to.

Fastening his helmet John climbed onto his bike. Chris climbed onto
the seat behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt
him stiffen and removed them holding onto the handgrips situated on
the frame behind her ass cheeks instead.

John pulled away and almost bounced Chris from the rear of the machine
as he took the bridge at speed. He roared up the hill. Despite
herself, Chris released the handgrips and clung tightly around John's
waist with her eyes tightly closed.

They sped up the hill. John throwing the bike from side to side as
they took each twisting turn in the road. Suddenly they were airborne
as they breasted the crown of the hill. Chris screamed out loud as she
felt as if her stomach had left her body.

John must have heard for he quickly throttled back, kicked the engine
into second and slowed through two corners before applying the brakes.

"Are you alright?" He shouted over his shoulder.

"Fine." Chris wheezed. Coughed to clear her throat then shouted.
"Fine."

"I thought I heard you say something back there."

John pulled into a lay-by and kicking down the stand climbed from the
machine and helped Chris off.

"I'm sorry." He said. "Did I frighten you?"

"A bit." Chris gulped.

Hold me. She wanted to scream at him. Hold me.

She stepped closer to him. Her legs went wobbly and she stumbled. John
reached out and caught her, then held her, then tried to kiss her,
their helmets clanged together.

They both took off their helmets and John lowered his lips to hers.
The desperate sense of urgency they had both felt a moment before had
gone and this kiss was long and slow and deep. John's hand moved
slowly down the back of Chris' jacket until it reached her jeans. His
fingers closed around one of her ass cheeks, one finger following the
seam of her jeans as it disappeared between her legs.

Chris pulled her mouth from his as his finger started prodding at the
lips of her pussy through her jeans and looked up at him. His hand had
frozen still as if he were a naughty boy caught with his hand in the
biscuit barrel.

"Take me home." She said.

"Won't your Mother be there?"

"No. She goes and visits with her mother in the afternoons. She won't
be back until five."

John drove as if he had a cargo of fifty eggs loose in a brown paper
bag.

Two police cars and an Ambulance were parked outside the Jewellers in
the High Street as they passed. A woman, talking to a policeman
pointed to them.

John drove on oblivious to all but the feeling of Chris' breasts
pressed against his back and the feel of the insides of her thighs as
they clamp tight around the outside of his. His prick throbbed hard in
anticipation.

He could hear a sound behind him. It was a police siren. He looked
down at his speedometer. He was legal. He glanced to his right and saw
a police car keeping pace with him. A quick glance at the occupants
and he was pulling into the side of the road. The police car pulled up
in front.

Kicking down the stand he and Chris had both dismounted by the time
the policemen and the woman from outside the shop climbed from their
vehicle. John reached inside his jacket pocket for his vehicles
documents and insurance and his driving licence.

"What's wrong, Officer." He said, offering the documents to the
nearest constable.

He took them and examined them. Then turned away and spoke into the
handset of his radio.

"That's them." The woman was saying to the other Constable. "I'd
recognise her anywhere."

Chris stepped close to John and he automatically placed his arm around
her shoulders.

"Would you mind accompanying us to the Police Station?" The second
Constable said as the sound of the siren of a second police car could
be heard approaching.

Part 5

"Something's wrong." Pat said suddenly, pulling Joe's fingers from her
breast.

"What is it?" Joe asked.

"I don't know. Something."

"It'll pass." Joe said, replacing his hand inside her blouse.

"No." Pat snapped. "It's Chris. I'm sorry. There is something wrong."

She looked at Joe and kissed his cheek.

"It's not you." She continued. She could feel her nipple still
throbbing. "No, it's definitely not you."

"What do you want to do?" Joe said, tucking in his shirt as he stood
up from the narrow bed in his camper. "I want to open in an hour.
Let's go and talk to Mary. She normally knows what's going on."

Pat stood up and, buttoning her blouse and, putting on her leather
jacket, followed Joe from the camper.

Killer raised his head then lowered it again in response to Joe's.
"Down boy."

At the Burger Bar Joe ordered two coffees and asked Mary if she'd
heard anything.

"There was some trouble down town at lunch time." Mary replied. She
moved slowly, as if she was very tired. "A robbery at the jewellers.
The owner was badly injured. He's in hospital. The police have caught
somebody."

"Are you alright?" Joe asked taking the coffees she handed down to
him.

"I'll be alright." Mary smiled weakly. "Kelly will take over soon and
I can have a rest."

"Where's that daughter of yours." There was concern in Joe's voice.
"Why isn't she here helping you?"

"She has her own family now. She can't be here every day."

"That bloody Kelly could."

"You're not to talk bad of him." Mary roused herself to defend her
man.

"He'll be pissed somewhere or in the bookmakers."

"You leave him alone, Joe."

Pat thought Mary was about to cry.

"Come on, Joe." She said. "Leave her alone. You're upsetting her."

Joe stiffened for a second and looked at Pat.

She thought for a moment he was going to shout at her, or worse.

"Come on then." He said. "We'll walk around to the Police Station and
see what's happening."

Turning to Mary he said. "Close up for a couple of hours, get some
rest."

"It's starting to get busy, Joe. I can't do that."

"If I see Kelly I'll send him back."

"I'll be alright, Joe."

Taking Pat's hand Joe walked quickly from the fair ground, so quickly
that she had to almost jog to keep up. There were eight pubs between
the fairground and the Police Station. They found Kelly in the
seventh.

He was seated on a stool in the corner of the public bar staring at
his glass.

"Ah, Joe." He said when he saw them approaching. "And the lovely Miss.
I don't know your name. What do you want to drink?"

"Nothing." Joe replied for them both. "Mary needs your help back at
the Burger bar."

"She'll be alright." Kelly lifted his beer glass to his lips and
drained it. "Another pint, Landlord, if you please."

"I think you have had enough." Joe said releasing Pat's hand and
stepping closer to Kelly.

"That's for me to know." Kelly slurred. "Landlord?"

The barman, a youth barely out of his teens took Kelly's glass and
refilled it from the pump.

"One pound ninety please." He said, placing the glass in front of
Kelly and, taking the two pounds coin offered in payment, retreated to
the far end of the bar.

"Oi." Kelly called after him. "Where's my change?"

The barman rang the sale through a till and returned with a ten pence
piece.

"Are you going back to help Mary?" Joe asked.

"Why don't you fuck off and leave me alone." Kelly snapped.

For a moment Pat thought they were going to fight and held Joe's arm.
She could feel the tenseness in him.

"Come away Joe." She urged. "Please."

Joe took a step backwards and looked at her. His whole frame seemed to
relax. He smiled.

"Take care of Mary, Kelly. Do you hear?"

"I hear. Leave me alone."

Kelly had turned to face the bottles and optics on the wall behind the
bar.

Pat pulled gently on Joe's arm, steering him from the bar and out,
onto the pavement.

"Let's go to the Police Station." She said, taking his hand.

They walked on. Past the public swimming baths and magistrates court
until they came to the entrance of the Police Station.

"Wait a minute." Joe said pointing to the car park at the side of the
building. "That's John's bike."

Pat looked in the direction his finger pointed. It could have been
John's bike. She didn't know one make from another but it certainly
had boxes on the side and back like John's had.

The hurried up the steps and inside the building and stopped at the
glass fronted counter. A man in a suit was talking to an old woman.

They saw the woman place her hand against her mouth and heard her
gasp.

"How did she get out?"

The man in the suit looked at them, especially at Pat.

"Excuse me." Pat said to the uniformed Constable behind the counter.
"We're looking for the owner of that Motorbike in your car-park and my
sister. Can you help us, please."

The man in the suit opened a door in the wall to the side of the
counter.

"Would you mind stepping this way for a moment, please?" He asked. "My
name is Detective Sergeant Thompson."

They followed the Detective into an empty interview room and sat down,
when invited to, at a table.

"What's going on?" Joe asked after the man had written their names in
his notebook.

"We'll only keep you a moment." He said, standing aside as an
uniformed Constable entered the room and stood beside the door. "Mrs
Walker." He called, stepping into the corridor and closing the door
behind him.

They could hear other voices in the corridor outside and the door
opened and Sergeant Thompson entered with the old lady.

"Now Mrs Walker have you ever seen either of these two persons
before."

Mrs Walker looked at Joe then stared at Pat.

"But." She stuttered. "She was with the other man."

"It's alright, Mrs Walker." The Sergeant said comfortingly. Then
looking to Pat and Joe asked. "Would you mind telling me what you were
doing around lunch time today?"

"We'd been to Riders," said Pat, "then we stopped to look in the
Jewellers for a birthday present for my Mother, then we went to my
house for a shower and I changed my clothes."

"At what time were you in the Jewellers?"

"About twelve fifteen, I would think." Joe said. "Now what's going
on?"

"Constable." The Sergeant said turning to the officer by the door.
"Will you please take Mrs Walker back to the front waiting room and
see if the Inspectors free."

"He's with Mr and Mrs Wagstaffe, with the other two."

"Ask him to come in here please when he's finished."

"Will you tell us what's going on?" Joe asked, angrily.

The Sergeant sat down on the opposite side of the table.

"At approximately twelve forty five some customers entered the
Jewellers and found Mr Jones, the owner, lying on the floor with the
till emptied and a number of items missing. We have a witness to the
fact that shortly before this time you were in the shop."

"That's right." Pat confirmed. "We were. We've already told you this."

The Sergeant stopped for a few seconds then continued.

"Did you buy anything in the shop?"

"No."

Just then there was a knock at the door and a tall, thin man with a
moustache entered. Behind him, in the corridor they could see Chris
and John and another couple.

"Pat." Chris called. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to find you."

"This is Mrs Wagstaffe. You remember. She was a teacher at our primary
school."

"Hello Pat." The woman known as Mrs Wagstaffe said from the doorway.
"It's been a long time."

She looked from one to the other.

"I didn't recognise Chris this lunch time in our village. I don't
think I'd ever seen her on her own before."

"Well you may go now." The tall, thin man with the moustache said to
Chris and John. "We are very sorry to have detained you. My Sergeant
will see you out."

"Now." He continued, turning to Pat and Joe. "Would you mind helping
us with our inquiries."

Part 6

Chris and John climbed onto the motor bike and headed back to the fair
ground after saying goodbye and thanking the Wagstaffe's. Slowly
weaving in and out of the crowds of people John pulled up outside
Joe's camper. Killer stood up. Hackles raised.

"Down Killer." John said in a deep voice. "You know who I am."

"What should we do?" Chris asked.

"Open the stall for Joe." John replied.

"We haven't got any money for change and my costume has a hole in it."

"I'm sure one of the other stall holders will help out with a float
and you don't have to wear a costume."

"They worked well, last night."

"Where's Pat's costume?"

"It'll be inside there." Chris nodded towards the camper.

"Well. In you go."

"You've got to tell him you have the key."

"Go on then. I'll be right behind you."

"We'll go together." Chris said reaching out and taking John's hand.

Killer growled and stood his ground.

"It's alright, Killer." Chris said as she reached for the door clasp.
"I have the key."

Killer sat back on his haunches. She pulled at the clasp and the door
opened.

"I think he could do with going for a walk." Chris said, handing John
a dog's lead from off the top of the small set of drawers when they'd
climbed inside. "Just while I get changed."

"Alright." John said doubtfully, taking the offered lead. "I'll risk
it. I could do with getting my things from Jim's caravan.

When John had left Chris picked up pat's costume from where it lay on
top the fitted table and held the crutch to her nose. She could smell
her sister. It was a comforting smell. Making sure all of the curtains
were pulled tightly closed she quickly stripped and stepped into the
knicker section of the red, white and blue one-piece outfit. She
struggled with the zip then looked at herself in the long mirror on
the back of the closet door. She gave a twirl, watching as the short
skirt flared outwards flashing the white of her knickers.

She ran her fingers through her thick curly hair and regretted not
having a lipstick with her. Never mind. She couldn't have everything.
There was a knock on the door. Opening it she saw Joe and Chris
together with the Inspector, the Sergeant and two Constables.

"Hallo Miss." The Inspector said. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting changed." Chris replied. "We were going to open Joe's stall
for him tonight."