Free Honour of the Line by Brian Darley Page A

handbag and proceeded to threaten me as we passed their table, but neither of us took the bait. They were pathetic individuals who were under the illusion their parents wealth made them better than us. They may have been better off but, in reality, as humans, they were way down the ladder. In fact, only a rung or two from the bottom. Realistically they were so inconsequential we didn’t even give them a mention. Sadly I still didn’t know this girl cum young lady’s name but it was now blatantly obvious that despite our massive age gap we were getting along and slowly becoming really good friends. She returned to work and said she hoped I would pop in whenever I was in town.
    Called off football matches were becoming common place. One heavy shower and the unloved football pitches became unplayable, which meant that Angela and I got more and more time to meet up. Her brother Peter probably didn’t even know that our school had a football team as he hated the game so the chances of him telling tales were really quite slim. Thank goodness!
    On the Wednesday Georgina told me that Angela may be late meeting me at the hut but she was definitely coming, but she had to meet her sister Jill straight from school who would then drive her there so hopefully she shouldn’t be too late. As usual I popped home quickly, guzzled a cup of tea, changed and tore off to the hut but as I got there the railway workers were just leaving and so I gave it a good 5 minutes to make sure all was clear. My word they must have known we were coming, the fire was still going and they had the common decency to leave us half a pot of hot tea. Talk about five star hotels, they didn’t come close to this. I listened for a car to pull up which should have been quite easy as this area of the Arches was where the housing finished and the countryside began. The only vehicles during the day were delivery vehicles, such as coal men, bakers, milkmen and a converted coach which bought fresh fruit and vegetables. The majority of cars stayed parked and in general were only used for pleasure at weekends. Believe it or not, in these times, people walked to work and children walked to school. There was no sign of a car then suddenly Angela came in. A train must have passed as Jill pulled up, which meant the sound of the train deafened the car’s engine.
    Jill had needed a chat with Angela and had popped in to her parents pub the previous evening to say a quick hello to her parents and to ask Angela to meet up. Jill was upset that the person she was falling for was getting further out of reach. She still had a steadyish boyfriend but her eyes were for another. Angela had listened but could do no more as Jill once again denied the person she was falling for was either engaged or married. For the first time ever sex wasn’t on the agenda, we just kissed, cuddled and talked.
    Friday nights encounter at the hut was just the opposite. Angela was starkers within minutes and I felt very excited. Just as we were leaving she confided that this friend of her father’s had made her toss him off. I didn’t really know what this meant but she asked if I minded if she did it to me soon. “You bet” I replied and was looking forward to our next meeting at the hut. She said it was so unfair that I always saw her bits and she wanted some action as well. When I went to bed that night I was full of excitement but also very nervous. No girl had ever seen my willy and I thought she might laugh as it was quite big. Also Georgina would find out as Angela told her everything. She already knew how far we had gone. The only saving grace was that Georgina wouldn’t tell a soul. Strangely, because everything was so secretive, me knowing Georgina was like a problem shared although doing things with Angela could never be termed as a problem, but always a pleasure. Tossing off was an expression I had heard and vaguely knew what it meant but I must stress, only vaguely. I couldn’t wait for the