Chapter 12. Home
Later that evening Mary's curious dichotomy again came to the fore. In all
sexual aspects she was the archetypal submissive slave girl but in practical
domestic matters she was in charge especially when it came to seeing after
Vernon's welfare.
By 8.30 Vernon was looking very tired. Mary could see he was just forcing
himself to keep awake. "Bedtime for you Vernon," she told him.
"Are you ordering me about again little slave girl?"
"No, this is your nurse telling you what to do and if you don't do it you will
find me almost as bad as the battle-ax nurse."
"Only almost?" he laughed.
Mary helped him into the bathroom and then into bed where she insisted he take a
couple of the prescribed painkillers to make sleeping easier. Spreading the
duvet loosely over his body she kissed him goodnight and as she quietly left the
room heard him murmur, "Battle-ax wouldn't have done that."
"How's the pain?" she enquired as she sat alongside Sonja on the settee.
"Pretty awful."
"I know I shouldn't but I think I will give you a couple of Vernon's painkillers
when you go to bed. They are much stronger than the Anadin which is the only
other pain relief tablets we have here. I didn't find them all that much help."
"Thanks, nurse." The bubbly laugh was coming back into Sonja's voice
"I'll spray you again then too," Mary added.
They sat closely side by side and chatted like old friends and equals. Sonja's
natural ability to get others to talk about themselves without seemingly
questioning them wormed the whole of Mary's life story from her until it was
time for bed. Mary did what she could to ease Sonja's pain but it was impossible
to take it all away. The pills took about 15 minutes to kick in. They helped but
for how long?
"Tonight Sonja, you will sleep on the far side of the bed where I slept last
week - unless you prefer to make the bed up in the guest room." Sonja didn't.
She accepted Mary's authority. "I will sleep in the middle so that Vern has more
room for his leg on the outside."
It was a disturbed night. Sonja kept turning to try and find a place where there
was no pressure on her breasts. The warmth of the bed caused Vernon's leg to
swell and to itch inside the plaster. Mary got up around 2.30 and found a large
box which she placed under the sheet to create a cavity in which he could put
the plaster and that seemed to help but Vernon slept fitfully. Mary hardly slept
at all. At one point during the night when Vernon finally dozed and was gently
snoring, she felt Sonja's hand between her legs, stroking her sex. It felt
relaxing so she opened her thighs a little. Sonja took this as an invitation and
masturbated Mary to a climax. "You seem to be the only one who didn't get any
sex tonight," she whispered in Mary's ear.
Vernon woke very early with a full bladder and his leg very painful. It was
still dark outside so the urinal bottle came in useful. He didn't sleep much
after that. Neither did Mary. Both would have liked to fuck but it would have
been difficult even on their own in daylight but three in a bed with the third
one getting some much needed rest, it was impossible.
Saturday was spent looking after the invalids. Sonja had Mary massage ointment
into her now purple breasts. The pain had died down somewhat so she decided to
get some pleasure from a massage. Vernon still had problems with the cast but
seemed to be painfully coping. It was another fine day, a day when they could
have gone walking. More to get out of the house than of necessity, all three
went to Malham and did some shopping. They didn't stay out long. Maneuvering
Vernon around the narrow supermarket aisles was difficult and the pub looked
crowded so they returned and spent the rest of the day quietly. Stopping at Mrs.
Harris's house to inform her they would leave for home the next day she invited
them in but because of the steps to the house, they declined.
During the evening Sonja treated them to a colourful breast display asked Mary
for another massage. Mary obliged which made Vernon horny so he too wanted a
massage, this time of his cock. Both girls helped although Mary made it quite
clear she was in charge and Sonja was only assisting.
At bedtime Vernon seemed in more pain than earlier in the day. Mary gave him
more painkillers but the effect only lasted a short while. At midnight the pain
had become intolerable. The leg had become very swollen and was so tight inside
the plaster it was stopping the circulation to his toes. She phoned the hospital
and they sent an ambulance to bring him in straight-away. Mary followed by car
leaving Sonja to sleep for what remained of the night.
In the hospital they quickly cut off the plaster and replaced it with a
temporary splint while they did more tests and X-rays. Apparently it is a not
too frequent occurrence after major surgery which is why they were reluctant to
release him on Friday. Mary stayed overnight with Vernon. They had given him a
sedative so he was able to sleep through.
The doctors did their rounds about mid morning and pronounced they would keep
Vernon in for another week. Mary and Vernon discussed what to do. If he was to
be in hospital for a further week, he would need more clothes as well as items
from his office. Mary too, would need other clothing especially as she had only
brought gear for a walking holiday. Sonja needed to get back to London.
"How do you feel about driving the Rangerover back to Suffolk?" Vernon asked.
Mary wasn't used to driving long distances. The Rangerover would be more
comfortable than her little Fiat but even so the stress of the previous night
watching over Vernon would make the journey very tiring. If she took Sonja they
could share the driving and then she could put Sonja on the train at Ipswich.
Mary made a list of the items he wanted and added, "And bring back any bills of
yours that need paying. Don't put them behind the clock or whatever you do with
them. Well deal with them and get them paid in the morning." Mary protested but
Vernon would have none of it. "Do as I tell you slave girl!"
They arrived at Vernon's house around 6 p.m. and were unpacked and drinking tea
and coffee before seven. Mary phoned Sylvia to let her know what was happening
and then lit a fire in the lounge before starting dinner and while it was
cooking sat on a chair in before the fire - and promptly fell asleep. She was
utterly exhausted. Lack of sleep for the previous nights, the long drive and all
the events of the previous week seemed to catch up with her all at once.
Sonja let her sleep. She finished cooking dinner and ate while still Mary slept.
"Poor thing is exhausted," Sonja thought, "I'm not going to ask her to drive me
to Ipswich station tonight I will wait to the morning now. It'll be a good
excuse for being late."
Mary woke around 11 p.m. amazed she had slept so long. She worried though about
the cooking and if Sonja had eaten. It took a little while to reassure her all
was well. Sonja microwaved her dinner and she ate in front of the fire. Sonja
decided to use the bed in the guest room as it was already made up and she
wanted Mary to get a good night's sleep.
Early next morning Mary drove Sonja to the station and returned to the village.
Parking the Rangerover outside her cottage, Mary went to unlock the door. The
key wouldn't fit. Sergeant Williams appeared at her side. He wasn't in uniform
but a village bobby is never off duty. Startled Mary asked, "Have you come to
arrest me?"
"No, I saw the car and I wondered if you would try to get in. Rocher's lawyers
came and changed the locks in case you tried to do a runner before the court
case."
"But Vernon, Mr. Rocher dropped all the charges....."
"That's what I thought," Sergeant Williams replied but it seems he didn't tell
the folks handling the case. We all thought he would have done after you saved
his life."
"You know about that?"
"Mary your fame has gone before you. The story was on the front page of the East
Anglian last week and Sylvia Simmonds said you were all due back Wednesday.
Certainly you caused a few tongues to wag in the village post office for a few
days. I don't know if it was your heroism or the fact you were with Mr. Rocher
that caused most comment." The sergeant chuckled to himself. "It was quite a
surprise to me after what had happened earlier. I guess Mr. Rocher found a way
of paying off your debt," added the sergeant.
"So the whole village now knows I was with him! Do they know why?"
"I don't think so Mary. That didn't go further than the police station unless
the Rocher lawyers let it out. What are you doing with Mr. Rocher's car?"
Cheekily she answered, "I was going to load some stuff, Sergeant and get the
bills that need paying. "Ver...Mr. Rocher cannot drive with his leg in plaster
and I am going back up there for a bit and then I have a job as his secretary.
At least that is what he told me."
"You're moving in with him then?"
"I was, but now I don't know. He told me he had dropped all charges but it seems
as if he didn't and I may have just been led along and I will still lose the
house and everything."
"Mary, I've known you for a long while and know you are a good hearted kid.
Remember though, Mr. Rocher has a reputation for changing women regularly so be
prepared. First though check with him about what is happening. It maybe he just
hasn't told those who need to know."
"Thanks sergeant, I'll do that but I'm not sure that I can trust him anymore."
Tears for the umpteenth time in the past few weeks formed in Mary's eyes.
Sylvia was cleaning the house when Mary returned to Vernon's place. Seeing she
was distressed Sylvia stopped her cleaning and made mugs of tea and Mary told
her as much of the whole story as she dared. Mary knew the middle aged lady as
an acquaintance of her mothers but didn't know her all that well. She seemed a
friendly soul and just listened with very few interruptions. At its conclusion,
she said, "Mary, I've worked for Vernon for a very long time, I've met many of
his lady friends and so called secretaries, I have a pretty good idea of what he
gets up to when he brings them here. I can't say I approve of what he does but
as long as it doesn't affect me and he pays my wages then I go along with it. In
fact he is a good bloke to work for. For all his faults, I have never known
Vernon not to keep his word. I think you should hear what he has to say."
"But he told me before we went that it was all settled. He wasn't proceeding
with the damages claim. He hasn't keep his word. I trusted him..... I ......"
She broke into tears again.
Sylvia put her arms around Mary's shoulders and gave her a hug. "I have a
feeling you have actually fallen in love with him," she said.
"I thought so, but now I'm not sure whether it was all some con trick."
Sylvia picked up the phone and called Vernon's room at the hospital. After
asking after his health and explaining the problem Vernon asked her put Mary on.
"Mary, Mary, I am as shocked at the news as you are, please believe me. I gave
you my word and at the moment I don't know why Rodrick and co. have gone ahead
without my permission but I do know I will find out and when I do a few heads
will roll. Mary, you have only been gone one day and yet I miss you so much. I
have come to love having you by my side, I have come to love you." Vernon
paused. Mary didn't speak still unsure of what she was hearing. "Are you still
there, Mary? Did you hear what I said?"
"Yes, Vern, I love you too. I miss you too so much."
"Mary stay in the house and I will see what I can do to sort Rodrick and his
cohorts out. I'll need to make a few phone calls and then I'll get back to you."
Fifteen minutes later when the phone rang again, Mary grabbed it. It was Sonja.
Mary, mindful of Sylvia's presence asked if her chest was still sore. "Yes, very
tender. You were right I won't wear a bra for a week or more. Jeanette has
promised to rub ointment in tonight so that should help. But I wasn't phoning
for that. Vernon told me of your problem with Rodrick. Sorry its partly my
fault. I left a message on Angela's desk to call Rodrick and cancel the
application. She arrived late that day and was unsure what it meant, She was
going to get back to me but I was tied up with the computer programme and
presentation so put it aside and then the bitch forgot about it. You can't get
the staff these days can you?" She gave one of her infectious laughs. "I am
trying to get through to Mr. Rodrick himself now but he is not due in for
another hour and his mobile is switched off. I'll let you know what happens as
soon as I know. Meanwhile I'll see if Angela wants to clear her desk or accept
an alternative ..." Her voice trailed off. Anyway I'll let you know what happens
as soon as I know."
"Thanks Sonja. Don't be too hard on Angela, remember you know what it's like now
and you seem to be partly to blame."
"Yes, and you know what it's like to be a slave too don't you dear? It's made
you very close to your master so maybe.....?" These words were whispered into
the mouthpiece as though she didn't want anyone else to hear then in a louder
voice, "I'm going to hand you over to Angela now she wants a few words."
"I'm ever so sorry Miss Curtis, I didn't know it was so important and Sonja's
note was a bit cryptic. I know I should have followed it up but it just put it
aside and it got buried by other paperwork and it slipped my mind. I am really
really sorry."
"Hello Angela, I hope you realise the problems this has caused. I know things
like this happen in all offices. It has happened to me. It always easy to make
excuses when someone else is involved but when it happens to yourself it is much
more difficult to accept. Still I don't think it was all your fault, in fact I
know it wasn't so I accept your apology and will speak to Sonja on your behalf.
She is in charge of the office, not I, so I can't say what she will do."
"Thanks, Miss Curtis...." "Mary, please," interjected Mary. "But it could either
be my job or my backside that pays if Sonja has anything to do with it."
"You seem to have experience of Sonja's methods already."
"'Fraid so. That's how I got the job. But I am sorry. Please believe me it was
nothing personal against you, I hadn't heard of you until the newspaper
reports."
Mary put the phone down. Her faith in Vernon began to return. He phoned again
but hadn't any further news.
It was over an hour later when she had a very formal call from Mr. Rodrick.
"Miss Curtis it appears I must formally tender my apologies to you for the
inconvenience you have suffered by being unable to gain entrance to your
house....." and so it went on. A very pompous apology that really wasn't an
apology at all. Just a recital trying to shift responsibility elsewhere. He had
assumed Vernon would proceed with the damages claim and went ahead without
further instructions.
Mary perceived this. "Mr. Rodrick, I hear what you say but to my mind you acted
without authority and are the one person actually responsible for my being
locked out of my own home. I am sure therefore that if you value Mr. Rocher's
custom you will make amends and have the new keys sent to me by an express
courier service. I presume you have them at your London office so if you use a
motor cycle courier to avoid some of the snarl ups in Eastern London at this
time of day, the keys should be with me at Mr. Rocher's house in about two
hours."
Rodrick hummed and hawed like most lawyers but Mary insisted and he capitulated.
He had already received calls from Sonja and Vernon offering other threats to
his continued business.
By late afternoon the keys had arrived and Mary had sorted out the stuff she
wanted and put it with the pile for Vernon. Too late for the long journey north
she spent the night alone in Vernon's bed.
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Vernon was released the following Friday. The hospital had done some minor
adjustments to the setting of his leg and again encased it in plaster. They
recommended he go to a local hospital and have it replaced by a lighter one in
about a fortnight. Mary had returned to the cottage in Arncliffe on the Tuesday
and spent as much time with him as she was able. They spent the remainder of the
Friday and all day Saturday recuperating in the cottage. She would have loved to
have driven him on to the moors for a short break but the weather was against
it. Heavy rain and strong winds, just like on their first day.
By packing the car between the heaviest showers on Saturday they were able to
make an early start for Suffolk in the quiet of the Sunday morning. By the time
they were into Leicestershire the sun had broken through and it continued fine
for the rest of the way. Mary thought this a good omen.
Both were very tired when they arrived, Mary from the long hours at the wheel
trying to drive as smoothly as possible so as not to jerk Vernon's leg, Vernon
from just sitting watching the lines in the road flash by. Fortunately Sylvia
had popped in and lit a fire ready for their arrival. Again a cheery welcome.
Mary pottered around and made a meal, then the pair just watched television
before having an early night. It was their first time in bed together in the
comparative luxury of Vernon's bed. They cuddled, kissed and slept.
Mary was up early to make tea and then returned to the bed with Vernon. He had a
full erection but couldn't use it in the normal way. He persuaded Mary to sit on
top of him and do the work which was fairly successful except the end of the
plaster kept getting in the way and every time her body touched it a pang of
pain went down Vernon's leg. "We'll have to make do with the 69 position for the
time being," Vernon said, "That's better than nothing until I get the plaster
off."
Lying together afterwards, both semi-satisfied, Mary asked, "Vern? Will you make
me your slave again when you're better? Please"
"If that is what you want Mary."
"And take me to the moorland cottage and do some of the things you were going to
do to me?"
"Yes, if that is what you really want. But there is something you must do for me
first."
"You know I will do what I can for you. You only have to ask."
"Marry me."
