Old Dog, New Tricks

Old Dog, New Tricks

By: ladydeakin with help from Anon.

DISCLAIMER: 'The Bill' characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to Thames Television/Pearson Corp. All other characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to the relevant author or creator

For more of Charlotte DeCaux, read Only The Good Die Young, Book 3

Chris Deakin surveyed the room. He cursed the day that he got transferred into teaching, of all things! Ever since he was transferred from Sun Hill into teaching at Hendon, he prayed that someday Claire would get her revenge, not just for John, but for all of them – Kerry, Charles Brownlow, Geoff Daly and himself, displaced under a cloud of stench. How would he ever be able to return to the thief-taking which he loved, with a twice-tarnished record? The thought of living his life until retirement through his pupils depressed him thoroughly. He looked over the crowd gathered to hear his lecture. They had stuck him with the new recruits, the real babies, some of them straight from sixth-form college. Young, fresh faces, some eagerly paying attention. Others, nattering away to themselves. One young man sat there, pen in hand and notebook open, watching his every movement. How can someone be so eager to learn basic investigative procedure? On Monday morning, 9:30 AM, this was their first class in Police training. Chris decided to be a bastard.

“Alright. May I have your attention please? My name is Chris Deakin, and I’m teaching Basic Investigative Procedure. If you are not here to learn Basic Investigative Procedure, I suggest you leave now.”

A titter went ad thd the group as two people hurriedly gathered their things and slipped out.

“Right. We will be primarily dealing with evidence gathering, procedure for interviewing suspects, and methods of deduction.” Chris gathered his course syllabus handouts and started to pass them around. He also sent around a class roster for everyone to check his or her name off.

Chris flipped on the O.H.P. He put an outline on it, and adjusted it. For a moment, Chris thought back to professors he had when he was at Hendon. He remembered hating them, their pomposity, and their overhead projectors. He had become one of them now. The thought almost sent a shudder down his spine. He managed to swallow the bitter taste in his mouth and turned around. Someone was opening the door to the classroom and he turned to glare at the latecomer.

“Oh, sorry… sorry…,” she said, “someone hid my clothes and I couldn’t find them.”

The class laughed at her. Chris’ felt himself instantly warm to her. She had big glasses and was carrying a binder. She was dressed plainly and wasn’t wearing any makeup. She looked a bit dishevelled.

“Take a seat, we’re just about to begin,” he said. She sat in the front row, centre. She clattered around and he waited for her to get settled. She realised that she didn’t have a pen and nudged the person next to her. Chris handed her a copy of the syllabus and a pen, with a smile. She smiled back, gratefully.

“Right, basic investigative procedure is very important. It is the foundation of your whole career, your whole job as a member of the police force. If you don’t get a grasp of this, you might as well pack it in because you’ll never make it as a copper. There’s the truth. The plus side is that it’s not overly difficult to grasp. I mean, you all must have some idea that you would be good at it, or else you wouldn’t be here, would you?

“There are three main things you have to remember when investigating a crime. Number 1. Don’t assume anything. If there is no evidence, there are no facts. If there is no evidence your case won’t make it to court. Three letters you need to know. C.P.S.”

Chris wrote it on the board in large letters.

“The Crown Prosecution Service. They are your boss, and they determine whether a case goes to court or not. You are constructing cases in order to put people in jail, but you have to get through this lot first. But I’m getting ahead of myself. You’ll have classes on that sort of thing later on.”

“Secondly, if you have gone against rule no. 1, and you have assumed something, be sure that your assumption is the one that everyone investigating the case is working on. Make sure that you have evidence to back up your assumption, so that even if the facts aren’t forthcoming, the evidence all points in the direction towards your assumption. And thirdly, know where the line is, and don’t cross it. When you interview someone, don’t cross the line. What we’re going to teach you here is book procedure. What you’ll learn out on the job is practical procedure. Know the line, know how far necessary to take someone to get a result but don’t do it if it involves stepping over that line. It’s called watching your ass, and if you don’t do it, you’ll end up halfway through your career teaching at Hendon.”

A nervous laugh rippled through the room. Chris began to feel slly mly more confident. He taught from his outline and didn’t seem to notice too many people looking bored, or not taking notes. He figured he was doing quite well in holding them. After two hours, the class was over. He was packing up his things when the girl with the glasses came up to him.

“Here’s your pen back, Mr. Deakin. Thank you,” she said.

“Not at all. Do you need it for later?” he asked.

“No. I can get one back in my room.”

“So they hid your clothes from you? Right bunch of jokers. It happened when I was in training. They’ll let up after a week or so.”

“I hope so. It’s so noisy in those rooms, it makes it hard to even think!”

“I know. The best thing to do is to get out if you need to study. Go to the library.”

She smiled at him. She really was very attractive. Her hair was a rich chestnut brown and pulled back in a loose ponytail. Chris admired her pretty green eyes, and large breasts. She was sweet, like a rose just waiting to bloom. Chris felt a familiar stirring inside of him but tried not to let it show.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” Chris said, placing some papers in his briefcase.

“Charlotte. Charlotte DeCaux.” She smiled and brushed some stray hair back behind her ear.

“Charlotte, would you like to grab a coffee tonight after training finishes?” Chris asked.

“Sure, I’d love to.”

“I know a great little place down near the river.”

“That’s a bit of a way,” she said.

“When will you be finishing?”

“Not until late this afternoon, we’ve got some sports meetings.”

“Ok. Why don’t you drop your books off and meet me in the car park in around 6:00?”

“Sure. Thank you Mr. Deakin!”

Being called Mr. Deakin made him cringe. “Please, call me Chris,” he said.

She smiled at him and walked out of the room. Chris smiled to himself. Maybe this teaching business wouldn’t be so bad after all.

* * *

Charlotte was happy to notice Chris walking across the car park towards his car. She didn’t want to wait there in the middle of it like some sort of outcast. She wondered why he wanted to take her out. After all, she was just a student and he was her professor. She thought he wasn’t bad, for an older guy. She was only 22 years old, and had never really dated much. She had always been the bookish type, but she thought that a career as a detective might be perfect for her.

“Ah Charlotte, hi. Climb in.” He shifted a pile of papers off of the passenger seat of his Ford Mondeo, and dumped them into the back.

She smiled at him and sat down, buckling her seatbelt. He was charming in an old-school sort of way. Charlotte had a feeling that if her friends back in the halls knew she was going for coffee with her professor that she would be on the receiving end of loads of stick.

Chris glanced down at the gearbox as he shifted the car into reverse. She was wearing a thin dress, and he noticed how it was rising up on her leg. He feebly attempted to perish the thought from his mind, and drove out of the car park onto the road. An awkward silence descended on the car. Chris shot a sideways glance over towards her. She was lovely and very innocent looking, and was so very young. Her hair was pulled back loosely, and she had the faintest trace of makeup on.

Chris attempted to make conversation, “So, Charlotte, tell me, what made you decide to become a police officer?”

Charlotte smiled, and said, “Well, I always enjoyed investigating things and asking questions. It seemed logical for me to enter into a career as a police officer. I hope someday I can enter into CID.”

“I’m ex-CID, you know. I was a DI before I transferred into teaching.”

“Why did you transfer?” Charlotte asked, innocently.

“Long story... It was some poor circumstances and completely beyond my control.”

“So you don’t like teaching, then?” She asked him.

“Not really.” ‘Not until you walked into class…’ he thought to himself. “I live more for the investigative stuff, like you do. I enjoyed it to no end. It was just bad luck that something dodgy happened in my nick, and as a result, some colleagues and myself got transferred in the fallout. It happens that way sometimes.”

“But surely you would have kept your rank?” Charlotte asked.

“One of my officers got killed by another one of my officers, who was on the take. No one knew it at the time. It was my responsibility to look out for things like that and, well, I didn’t have my eyes open so in a way it was my own fault.”

“Oh my God. The Don Beech case! I’ve read about it in the newspaper!”

“Yeah... something like that.” Chris sighed.

“My God I’m so sorry about your colleague. The one that died.”

“He was a good officer and a good man. We didn’t see eye to eye on some things but we had a mutual respect, something I can’t say for a lot of my former colleagues. Anyway, enough about me. Where are you from? “

“I’m from Bath. Can’t you tell I’m a west counties girl?” She giggled.

“Bath? I’ve got family down that way.” Chris smiled. “I haven’t been down there in ages, haven’t had the time.”

“It’s not changed, probably, since you were last there.”

They chatted about her ambitions, her family and friends back home, and general life in London. Chris felt as if they were striking up a good rapport, and enjoyed speaking with her. She was clever, and bright, and had a good, if not depreciating, sense of humour. He could tell she would go far within the course. Fast-tracked from uniform in a year to CID, and rise through the ranks. In five years time she would have his former rank, barring any unfortunate scandals. And from there, who knows? It would be her own ambitions that would dictate her final restiositosition within the Met, and not the system constraining her, as it was in Chris’ day. He almost felt a twinge of jealousy at the opportunities that lay ahead for her, but he didn’t let it show. She was resplendent, so full of energy and vigour. He felt refreshed after being in her presence.

For one week he was able to enjoy her mind in class. Her intelligence and natural quick mind sailed her through her exams where, for others, the reality that was Hendon was sinking in. By the end of the first week almost everyone passed Chris’ class, and they moved on, and a new group of ‘babies’ landed at Chris’ feet.

He had 17 more weeks to make a move on Charlotte, and didn’t have to worry about being her teacher anymore. Chris knew that she wanted to speak with him all through that week. He dodged her, more for her own benefit, so that neither of them would come into question over him compromising her progress. If Chris had learned one thing in his time serving the Met, it was to cover his bases.

He walked out to the car and noticed the girls’ volleyball team practicing. He paused at the edge of the field where they were running laps and watched her. She was beginning to firm up, as they all did in Hendon. He remembered how fit he was when he graduated – and never was again. Middle age removed his defined muscles, but he still maintained his wry agility and strength.

The coach blew the whistle for a break. She paused when she saw him watching and ran over to him.

“Chris, hi! I’ve been wanting to talk to you!” she said.

“Hi Charlotte. Just watching you practice. I must say you really do hold your own.”

“See? Not so much a bookworm after all. If my family could see me now!”

Chris smiled at her. “Are you doing anything later?”

“No, why?”

“Would you fancy going out to dinner?”

“Um.. yeah sure! Meet you around 7:30?”

“Ok. See you later.” Chris walked away.

Charlotte watched him walk down the path. He was sexy, and had the most intense blue eyes that she ever saw in her life. He challenged her mentally. She had never had sex before and was not sure what else it was that he did to her, but she knew that she wanted to find out more, and she couldn’t care less what any of her mates thought!

Charlotte walked up the steps to her block of student flats. She was tired from the exertion and needed a nap before her date with Chris. As she was walking up the flight of stairs to the top floor, she felt a shooting pain cascade up her leg. She cried out and sat down on the steps. Her roommate, Dorothy, was on her way down but stopped when she saw Charlotte.

“What’s going on? Are you alright?” Dorothy asked.

“No… I must have pulled a muscle. Help me, Dorothy.”

Dorothy put her arm around Charlotte and helped her up the steps. She opened the door to the room and Charlotte hopped towards the bed not putting any weight on her leg.

“Right, you rest here and take it easy.”

“Can you get me my law books?” Charlotte asked.

“Sure thing.”

“And… One more thing, Dorothy?”

“Yes?”


“I’ve got a date tonight. Can you call him for me and cancel?”

“Ok… What’s his name?”

“Chris.”

Dorothy gave Charlotte a look, “It’s not that lecturer we had in the first week is it?”

Charlotte thought for a second, and then lied, “No, it’s not him!”

“Alright.”

Charlotte gave her the number and Dorothy left. She sighed and rested on the bed, sad that she couldn’t make the date tonight. She hoped to catch up with Chris and reschedule but she would have to do it soon. If she didn’t, she was graduating next week and might not run into him.

After resting for the rest of the week, Charlotte was beginning to feel a bit stir crazy. She needed to get out of Hendon and go do something, anything. Chris had phoned a few times for her but she had been unavailable and it was like they had been playing phone tag all week long. So, Charlotte decided to do something on her own. She had heard about Richmond and decided to check it out. She got the tube down to Embankment and changed for a District line to Richmond. The town was very beautiful, leafy, green and there were lovely shops and theatres all around it. She passed the ruins of Richmond Castle and came out onto the Thames, where she strolled for a while.

Turning left, shet upt up to the shops and started browsing along the high street. She looked up and down to see what was there, and her eyes came to rest on Chris, walking down the street. She waved and he saw her, and nodded. She walked over to him.

“Hi, Chris, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing!”

“Well… I was going nuts sitting about Hendon all week long and desperate to get out!”

“How’s your leg?”

“Alright, I suppose. It’s not ideal, surely, but I figured some exercise might do it good.”

Chris looked a bit downcast and seemed a bit offish. Charlotte was wondering what the problem was.

“Are you ok, Chris?”

“Yeah…” he trailed off.

“Do you want to go for a drink?”

“Alright. I know a place by the water.”

He took her to a small quiet pub that was on the bank of the Thames. Rowers went past, and ducks quacked at them, looking for handouts.

“It’s a shame we couldn’t get it together this week.” Chris said, quietly, handing her a drink.

“Yeah it is! I was really looking forward to the other night.”

“Perhaps some other time, yeah?” he said.

“Sure! I’d really like that!” Charlotte was becoming aware that her natural exuberance was not exactly in place with his demeanour.

“Chris, what’s the matter?” she asked, placing a hand on his.

“Nothing… Don’t worry about it.”

“No… tell me. I’m a good listener.”

“It’s just that… well… today it’s been one year since John Boulton died and my career died with him. I was going to go visit his grave but I haven’t been back to Sun Hill since I moved and I don’t think I could face it.”

“Oh Chris, I’m so sorry.”

“Then… I look at you, just starting out, all full of ambition and drive. I want to warn you, stop you from making the same mistakes I did. It’s so unforgiving, the Met. It wasn’t my fault that he died, I was a sacrifice.”

Chris sighed, and looked into his pint. “Maybe it was just my time. Who knows. Us old ones relegated to the sidelines to make room for you high flying young ones.”

“Anymore, I’m feeling so old and out of use. I’m only 47 years old but I feel so much older! Relegated to teaching at 47 is appalling. I should be a DCI in a busy nick by now, or even still on the flying squad. Not relegated to teaching. It’s as good as saying that there’s no room for you in the Met but you’re too young to retire so they put me somewhere I could do the least damage.”

“Now hold on Chris. Wait. You’re not too old. Stop it,” Charlotte said, angrily.

Chris met her gaze. She still had her hand on his.

“Yeah, what happened to you was wrong, yeah it’s not fair that your officer had to die but you shouldn’t feel so sorry for yourself. You’ve got a lot going for you and maybe the Met is not the answer. Maybe you should look towards another job. But that’s neither here nor there. You are not old, you are not useless. I happen to find you very intelligent, and sexy.”

Chris’ heart started to skip around a bit. His palms got sweaty.

“What are you saying, Charlotte?”

“I’m saying that you may think you’re old, unfit and worn out, but I find you devastatingly attractive. I’d love to be with you and show you just how I feel.”

Chris looked at her. His mind was almost a blank. He couldn’t believe she was saying this.

“What exactly do you mean?” he asked, incredulously.

“What I mean is that…I want you. I want to be with you. I’m sure I do nev never thought that I would feel this way, to be this bold, but my heart is breaking seeing you like this and I can’t help myself. I’m overcome. Take me somewhere where I can hold you.”

“Alright… my flat is in Ealing. My car is around the corner.”

“Perfect,” she said.

The whole car ride back to his flat his mind whirled around. This young, beautiful girl sitting next to him wanted him. He could scarcely believe that this pale angel saw fit to even want to be near him at this moment. After all his thoughts about making a move on her, trying to seduce her, all this time she wanted him! What luck! What chance!

‘What the hell is going on…,’he thought to himself.

He parked in the driveway of his house which was divided into four flats. Getting out of the car he rustled around in his pocket for his keys. His hands were shaking terribly.

The key grated slightly in the lock as Chris slid it in.

“Damn,” he thought to himself, “I’ll have to get that oiled”

He then grinned inside as he realized that he was desperately trying to shift his mind from the prospect that awaited him. Frantically, his mind whirled at all the possible things that could be wrong inside- unmade bed, dishes still in the sink, all those little things that might make the wrong impression. As hard as he tried he couldn’t remember if he had tidied up this morning, and the drinks he had consumed had fuzzed his memory a little.

“Oh God, I’m getting old… what the hell am I letting myself in for? Off of the inevitable track, swimming against the tide of time... Why don’t I just give up and grow old gracefully?”


Then he looked at the girl beside him, waiting patiently for the door to be opened, and he knew that he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop now. It was the moments like this that made life worthwhile.

She smiled at him, innocently, but that innocence only served to tease Chris and turn him on even more.

“Do you want a hand? It goes all the way in before you turn it,” she laughed. She put her hand on his to help the key into the lock

The warm weight of her soft hand on his, so firm yet so sure, took Chris’ breath away.

Mentally straightening his shoulders, he turned the key and pushed open the door. With old school courtesy, he stepped aside for her to enter first.

He paused as she entered. He could hear his breathing. She swept her eyes over the room, naturally. To his relief, nothing was too obviously out of place, or too indicative of a man living alone. His own mental precision and the spartan quality of his rooms had worked to his advantage.

After a few seconds, she turned towards him and held out her hands, palms down. He reached out, took them, and raised each in turn to his lips, in a courtly but somewhat old fashioned gesture

She smiled, and then said, “I hear that means you love me really deeply!”

Chris said nothing, but repeated the gesture.

Charlotte, overcome with emotion, couldn’t help herself. With a little gasp, she drew him to her and folded her arms around him, drawing his lips to hers. She kissed him deeply, her tongue seeking his as his sought hers. She sucked upon his tongue and the strength of her body against his multiplied the effect. For a moment or two Chris lost himself totally in the feeling, then broke away from her breathless.

“I want you. I want you so much!” They spoke the words almost simultaneously, and then broke into spontaneous laughter.

“Well then,” she said, “We had better get on with it, hadn’t we!

Chris was suddenly hesitant. She had almost sounded businesslike.

“Look, are you sure...,” he began.

“Yes.”

“But I am so much older than you...”

“I know. But that doesn’t matter. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you. Surely you realized that?”

Relieved, he grinned.

“I saw no one but you either at that first lecture. But I was your teacher.... and, well , protocol and all that”

“Chris, you know I am older than I look...,” and she paused for him to make the standard reply.

“That’s too bad, because I like the way you look,” he teased.

“You know what I mean!” she giggled

“Mmmm but who knows what lies beneath that covering?” he grinned, stroking her shoulders.

“You want to see?” she asked, grinning shyly at him.

“If I am to make a proper assessment of this situation, madam, that would be advisable.”

His tone took up an official timbre, and she responded immediately.

“Will it be a full body search, officer?”

“Indeed, miss. If you will just accompany me to this other room, we can begin.”

With carefully assumed meekness, she followed him into his bedroom, and waited.

“Shall I remove this?” Her fingers went to her blouse.

“I think it best.” And the blouse, removed, was tossed to the floor.

Then without asking she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it and her shoes.

Chris stared at her, awestruck for a moment, before finding his voice to continue.
“Perhaps I should take over from here. Just to make sure nothing is concealed, of course.”

Slipping off his shoes, Chris knelt in front of her. He was still able to reach the clasps of the bra, and he gently pressed them open.

Her loosened breasts seemed to rise from the bra as she shrugged it off. Her pink nipples were already beginning to become erect against the browner areola.

Resisting the desire to reach up to them, Chris hooked his fingers into the flowered panties, high-cut to the bikini line.

Slowly he drew them down to the level of her hips, watching as the pubic hair fluffed out over the hidden fold in her flesh.

Then, swiftly, he drew them to her ankles, letting her step out of them.

Her breasts were plump but firm and high, jutting out from a smooth ribcage, below strong square shoulders. Charlotte’s waist was not too thin, and the indented navel invited exploration. The hips and thighs were strong and their whiteness was set off by the vee of hair at her groin.

Chris’s breath was warm against her skin. He admired her firm youthful physique in awe and wonder. He then clasped her body towards him and kissed her passionately, hungrily, up her stomach and chest to her lips, where he embraced her to him and kissed her deeply.

Taking her hand he led her to the bed, gently turned her, and held her hands as she sat.

“Lie back,” he said. His breath came faster as she lay back, head on pillow, eyes closed and moist lips softly open.

Leaning forward he put both hands to the side of her head and slid his fingers into the warm hair. After a moment, he drew his hands downwards, behind the ears, along the line of her jaw and down her throat.

Her breasts rose and fell a little faster and her nipples became more erect. Sliding his hand to the side of her body he pulled them upwards over the swell of her breasts, and laid his palms flat on her nipples. With a circling motion he rubbed over them, and felt the tickle of her now hard nipples in his palms

He kept rubbing with one hand while the other slid down over her belly to rest on her mound, in the pubic hair

He bent over her and kissed the other nipple and began to flick it with his tongue while rubbing further and further down towards her groin.

Involuntarily, her thighs parted as she arched slightly upwards, but he ignored the invitation and passed on down to the inside of her thighs. Extending his fingers, he drew them lightly up the inside of each thigh alternately, stopping just short of the fast moistening soft inner lips.

She moaned softly and jerked downwards so that his fingers made contact with them. Quickly he began a light drumming movement on them, tapping lightly but fast. Gradually they moved upwards onto the swollen head at the base of the clitoris, while the other hand began to drum on the shaft of the clitoris itself.

She moaned again, her hips writhed and her hands clenched. Chris took the clenched fists and unclenched them, placed them on her own breasts and she began to rub her nipples.

With the fingers open, he slid the middle finger down the shaft of the clitoris, parting the outer lips with two of the outside fingers and then let the middle finger rest on the protruding head at the end of the shaft. Very gently he began a circling motion with the middle finger. Cupping the other hand over the whole mound, he used that middle finger to push open the soft lips and just enter.

Wet as it was, the entrance was tight around his finger, and he knew instinctively that she had not had much sexual experience.

“Chris...” It came out in a throaty whisper.

“Please, you need to know.”

Chris paused in the slow pumping motion he had begun with his finger.

“What is it, baby?”

“Chris... I’ve never been with a man before...” she whispered, and her voice trailed off.

Chris froze.

“You mean, you’re a virgin?” Chris asked, almost non-believing.

“I have never had a man.”

Chris paused and the enormity of the situation dawned on him.

“Does it matter to you?” she asked, still looking at him with lust in her eyes

“It is a bit of a shock,” he grinned, “but not every man is privileged to be a woman’s first. I can handle it.”

He stood up and looked at her, splayed out, beautifully naked on his bed.

“You seem to have lost some of your enthusiasm,” she said.

“Here, let me.”

Rising swiftly, she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. His belt was no obstacle and she slid his trousers off.

Almost to command, his erection bulged out in his boxers, and she slipped them over it and to the floor.

Taking the shaft in her hand, she gripped it hard, and then stepped in close to him, her breasts crushing against his chest as her other arm pulled him to her and she kissed him hard.

Then, leaning back and looking at him, she asked, “Do you still want me? Do you want to finish the investigation?”

“Oh god, yes,” Chris grunted.

She fell back on the bed, pulling him with her, onto her body. Her legs spread wide and his mound crushed against hers. His hips began to pump

“Let me,” he whispered as she raised her knees.

“Just take it slow and easy, please Chris,” she said, looking at him with obvious lust in her eyes.

Chris could only nod as she held the head of his penis against the soft lips. The other hand reached down and parted them and the head slid in on her dampness.

“You’re very tight. I'm not hurting you am I?”

“Darling, Chris, no, but let’s be sure. Roll over on your back,” she said.

Chris rolled over and she arched herself above him. Her breasts just scraped his chest, the nipples matching his as she looked down between them and guided him into her.

When he was half way in, she sat up straight, and then thrust downd.
d.

She gasped, then fell forward on his chest, held for a moment and swung her legs straight back along his. Slowly she began to pump with her hips on his hips, then grasping him rolled over and spread her legs wide.

“Now, give it to me, give it to me,” she gasped, arching upwards.

Chris began to thrust vigorously, matching his rhythm to hers. Her nails began to dig into his back, and her heels to thump on his buttocks.

“Oh God, oh God,” she gasped, and in one violent upward thrust she came.

Chris screwed himself against her and thrust as deeply as he could, pressing down on her mound, pinning her to the bed as she spammed again and again.

Then with one final thrust he spent himself deep in her as her own final spasms shook her.

Gasping and sweating, they lay locked together, nuzzling at each other's necks.

“That was the best investigation I have ever conducted,” grinned Chris

“Mmm,” she sighed. “I'm glad I chose you to be the one.”

As he began to grow soft, he slid out of her body. Chris rolled on his back.

“So, I was the chosen one? You actually chose me to be your first man?” Chris was amazed at this revelation.

“From the moment I saw you, yes. I just knew you would do the job for me.”

“I don’t quite follow...”

“Chris, you are lovely man and you are a wonderful lover. I sort of knew it, the first time we met.”

“There's a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”

“Oh, Chris you know the problem. I know what I said before, but first you are just a little bit old for the pair of us to take up anything on a permanent basis. And there is the problem of you being a teacher.”

Chris sighed slightly.

“And?” he asked, tentatively.

“Well I'm leaving Hendon next week, and God knows where they'll send me while you're anchored here.”

“And is that all?”

“Well, with protocol and all that I think it might get in the awayittlittle. Espely ily if we would ever be found out.”

“So this is just a one-off for you?”

“No, not necessarily. There's still a week, and perhaps even after that there might be chances.

Chris lifted himself on his elbow, and reached out a tentative and cupped her groin.

“Would there be a chance right now?”

She smiled.

“I have an ambition,” she whispered.

“And that is?” Chris asked with baited breath.

“To give you the best sex you’ve ever had!”

And she did.


The End