Date: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 09:31:32 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters C 126

Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!

First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!

This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.

Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!

You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!

Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!

Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 126 – "I'll just get his inside leg.."


"So, wot did he say then dad?"

Art looked up glad of the excuse to stop work. Work, actually being an
euphemism for doodling since the overdue geography homework wasn't going at
all well without the mandatory text book which he'd left at school.

"Well.." Ted closed the door and walked over to sit on the bed only to stop
and look in surprise as for once it had been properly made.

"Did you make this bed?" he asked in disbelief indicating towards at the
neatly folded covers.

"Nah, mum wunnit, it's wot all the fuss is about innit?"

"I suppose so," he sighed, "and all this on the only day when I was able to
come home a bit earlier. I could do without it to be honest."

"Sorry dad." Art looked up. "But wot did say dad? Wot's he doing now?"

"Doing Now? Right now, he should be on his way to apologise to mum. And, I
can tell you he's not getting any pocket money this week and that's not to
mention the few words we've had regarding ejaculation!"

"Oh, all that! Hell!" Art pulled a face. "Eeek!"

"Yes, hell indeed!" Ted smiled. "Now listen, you know in this family when
something has been dealt with, well then that's the end of it. So Simon has
to accept that, apologise to you and you should let that be an end to the
matter. Agreed?"

"Yeah, alright. But I still wanna know why he did it in my bed?"

"Why did he do it, well that's one question. But to be honest what's really
got me is that he lied to put the blame you," Ted looked Art, "he's tried
to explain why he did it, but frankly I got lost and I'm not that sure he
knows himself!"

"Dad," Art looked confused, "so what does that mean?"

"I haven't got a clue!" Ted smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "But I don't
think he'll be behaving like that again in a hurry."

"Oh. I thought he had a sorta reason to do it."

"On the contrary, I think it just seemed like a good idea at the
time. Whatever, he's going to have to apologise to you so maybe you can
make some sense of it when he does." said Ted. "However since we are on the
subject, I do want to put the whole thing in context so you can see why mum
lost it."

"Oh, wot in context?" Art sounded wary if it involved him. "Wot, d'you
mean?"

"Without wishing to put too fine a point in, we both know a few weeks back
mum very close to losing it with you wasn't she? Now can you remember why?"

"Oh no, not that, you mean.." Art was beginning to look rather pink, "when
we used to talk about, about.. doing things!"

"Precisely. She had thought lately you'd finally stopped doing those things
and grown up a bit. So she was very disappointed to find something nasty
waiting for her in your bed, just as she had found so many times before."

"And so, well don't rub it in dad!" Art forced a smile, it was still
embarrassing no matter how many times they had discussed the subject.

Ted smiled at Art's unwitting pun.

"Ooww!"

"So, after putting up with you, can you imagine her reaction on finding
that Simon was also ejaculating over everything in sight. Meaning that
whichever bedroom she goes into she will probably be presented with
something unpleasant on, under or in the bed!" he paused. "Sorry to be so
direct, I don't mean to embarrass you."

"Under?" the smile disappeared as Art turned bright red having always
assumed that under the bed was still a safe place to hide items of a
distinctly personal nature.

"D'you see why her patience snapped?" Ted ignored Art's obvious
embarrassment.

"Yeah. But you, you mean, he's making as much, uumm.. mess as I did?"
muttered Art unhappily. His mind flashing back to being thirteen again when
his bedclothes were impregnated at least twice every night and that didn't
include any extra curricular servicing of his underwear fetish nor
pre-school morning accidents!

"You might think that impossible, but as mum will confirm, yes he is and he
thinks nobody has noticed!" Ted smiled. "Look Art, I've said not trying to
embarrass you, I'm just telling it as it is. That wasn't however, quite as
I phrased it to Simon just now!"

 "Oh I see." Art rather surprised at his fathers bluntness. "But, why do it
in my bed?"

"Ah, as I said that was hard to grasp," he sighed, "however, as regards sex
I assume you two as brothers have no doubt discussed or even uumm..."

"Wot! You mean have..." interrupted Art again flushing a brilliant shade of
red.

"Quite probably, but I'm not interested. The point is that Simon and I had
what you might call a very forthright talk," said Ted, "and the one thing I
did learn which you probably don't realise, is that Simon looks up to you,
he does. He really worships you. And, I suspect he thinks you and your
apparent insatiable sexual appetite are a great role model."

"Wot? Me inflatable wot? He worships me?" now Art was really confused not
say a little flattered. "And a wot, a role model, wot's that then?"

"Art to put it very bluntly," Ted had quite enough of being tactful for one
afternoon, "very bluntly, he thinks the sun shines out your ass and your
sexual antics are to be copied."

"Oh no! Wot does he know?" Art was indeed embarrassed.

"Art, I really don't know what he knows, but I do know I've had enough for
today. See if you can get some sense out of him when he comes to see you."
Ted got up and headed for the door. "Please don't upset him, he's only just
calmed down."

"Dad wot do I say to him?" counselling wasn't really in Art's remit.

"Let him do the talking." Ted got up and made for the door. "Please, just
don't wind him up too much when he comes to apologise, we don't need any
more tears as he's had enough hard lessons today already."

"Dad."

Ted turned and smiled, "Yes."

"Nothing."



Andy having left James' house wearing the string briefs had cycled home
with the sperm soak centre panel pushed by the bicycle saddle as far into
his crack as it would go. Overcome with so many pleasurable thoughts and
sensations he was convinced his erection must have swelled to the size of
Big Ben and was really looking forward to taking himself to task again when
back in safety of his bedroom.

Swinging across the pavement and into the drive he was surprised to see his
mother who appeared to be waiting for him by the front door.

"At last," she said looking at him, "I was beginning to think you'd had an
accident or something."

"No, uumm... I went home with James first."

Fiddling with the rucksack he delayed getting off the bike, wearing no
blazer he was convinced the bulge in his trousers would be obvious and the
rucksack could, as so often happened act as a disguise.

"That's alright, but now come on, leave your bag inside and we've got half
an hour."

"Half an hour for wot?" he asked looking puzzled.

"We're going to Willoughby's."

"Wot, willy who? Mum who? I dunno wot yer on about!" he mumbled,
strategically holding the rucksack in front as he dismounted the bike.

"You know, that large gentleman's outfitters off the High Street, it's not
quite five and they close at half past so if we hurry we can be there in
ten minutes or so."

"Oh no! Mum, d'you mean that awful posh shop that's full of uniforms and
all that stuff?" his face fell, but his erection stayed up. "Oh mum, no,
why? Not with that awful old bloke who serves, you know how he looks at all
the boys, everybody says so."

"No he doesn't, now don't be silly."

"Yes he does! He did last time and all me mates say so! I don't wanna be
alone with him." Andy scowled. "Why we gotta go anyway, we usually goes to
Marks and Sparks for me stuff."

"Now don't be silly he's not that old at all. Andrew now stop arguing,
times running out." from the tone of voice there was to be no more
arguing. "We're going because they've just had another delivery of those
grey school trouser seconds and they sell out very quickly."

Andy pulled a face.

"Mrs Douglas told me earlier and she'd just bought some for her boy
Ian. This batch are half price so I'll get two pairs of good school
trousers for the price of one and there's really nothing wrong with them."

"Hhmm.." half price or not, Andy was far from impressed, but had little
choice.

"Where's your blazer?" she looked him up and down.

"In me bag."

"All crumpled up I again suppose! Well we haven't got time to sort that
out, so just leave the bag in the hall and you'll just have to go as you
are."

Without either bag or blazer to hide his trousers the bulge was obvious, he
just hoped the briefs would unstick themselves and fall from his crack to
allow him to walk relatively normally.

"My god, what's been split over those trousers now?"

The eagle eye had just noticed the numerous damp patches and stains. Like
other mothers of a sensitive disposition Judy had conditioned herself not
to make any connection between adolescent bulges, stains or other trouser
related matters however blatantly sexual. That view reinforced having
inadvertently caught Andy literally with his pants down in the bathroom
several months attempting to fill the basin with spunk. Since then she had
found it to be less embarrassing to simply pretend that he wasn't the
chronic masturbator he really was and ignore all evidence to the contrary!

"Oh," he looked down to see in both protuberance and stains, understandably
blushing as he did so, "oh, oh that. It happened at dinner time, things got
split that's all, I think it's dried custard!"

"Don't they let you use knives and forks at that school! You look a mess,
never mind come on let's go before they close." clutching her handbag she
set off at a brisk pace towards the High Street. Andy very
unenthusiastically followed behind, his pubic hairs sticking to the string
underpants which coincidentally were also still wedged firmly between his
buttocks.

Established around 1910 as a gentleman's outfitters Willoughby's had done
handsomely out the two world wars selling mess kit to the armed forces. In
latter years it's fortunes had waned, but had by chance then discovered the
lucrative market for the myriad of school uniforms that were required and
now had a large captive local market. There was however no escaping it's
beginnings, so in addition to the school uniforms and menswear it was still
possible to buy wing collars and studs all so neatly filed away in the
original mahogany drawer units.

"Good, they're still open." Judy made straight for the brass handles on the
glazed double doors.

"Great." said Andrew under his breath.

Looking at his refection in the shop window he had to admit the bulge in
his trousers really did look very impressive even if his erection was
flagging a little, eventually though his eyes wandered to the unexciting
contents of the double fronted shop front. One half was devoted to school
uniforms and was full of blazers, shirts, raincoats, trousers and even
broad striped rugby shirts. The other half was filled with hacking jackets,
check shirts, cavalry twill trousers and assorted regimental ties. The tone
was set.

"Andrew, come on." Judy impatiently held the door open for him.

"Madam?"

Mr Banks appeared to slide into view from nowhere having had made an art
form of being as oily as he was subservient.

"May I help?"

Andy flinched. It certainly was the same creepy old man who he was
convinced had eyed him and put a hand on his bottom up the last time they
went in. Old, in Andy's eyes being anyone over thirty with this particular
old man being positively geriatric in his mid fifties. Starting work in the
shop on leaving school, Mr Banks had quickly developed certain tendencies
and revelled in the opportunity to serve the all male clientele,
particularly the boys requiring school uniform.

Once standing inside the shop with his rather recalcitrant erection and
feeling as though he were the centre of attention, Andy had a horrible
feeling that he was being not so much watched, as visually undressed. As if
to confirm it when he glanced around it appeared Mr Banks was quickly
averting his eyes.

Meanwhile, Judy being over awed by the extensive range of Edwardian
polished wooden drawer units, glazed display cases and counter tops had
felt it necessary in such august surroundings to submit to the class system
that the shop had once championed and apologise for Andy's dishevelled
appearance. That apology was something Andy thoroughly disagreed with as he
was to tell James the next day, "Well it's only a fuckin' shop with a dirty
old git flogging you some pants innit!"

A smiling Mr Banks pointed them in the right direction and Judy began to
search through the rack of trousers, it having been laboriously explained
it wasn't Willoughby's usual practice to sell seconds and that these were
only designated seconds because of labelling errors. It was of course
merely a marketing ploy aimed at enticing the average uniform buying Marks
and Spencer mother into the shop in the hope that they could be persuaded
to buy other full price items.

Andy looked around, like the two shop windows the shop itself was divided,
one part for the school wear and the rest for gentlemanly requisites. No
matter where he looked is eyes were always drawn back to the three
grotesquely pink manikins or torso's to be precise, that were mirrored on
the respective adult and school counter tops. On either of the long
counters they were dressed in white vest and briefs from the ranges of Lyle
& Scott, Wolsey and Aertex. What really caught Andy's eye was that the
torso's on the school side were about the size of the average second year
boy, such as Tom or Alex. It was though, the sight of the abnormally
oversize bulge which totally filled the underpants that had the strange
effect of bringing his erection rapidly back to life. Mr Banks took a
certain interest in his display manikins and lovingly padded out the
underpants on the smaller manikins with white tissue paper which
unfortunately gave the appearance of them having genitalia that would
embarrass a donkey!

"Could you help a moment?" asked Judy who was struggling with the sizing of
the garments on the rail. "A lot of these size labels don't seem to tally
with the trousers here."

"That's why they're seconds." Mr Banks smiled obsequiously and came out
from behind the counter. "Of course, I've been here long enough the know
garment sizes just by looking. So all we need are the waist and leg
measurements of your son and then I can pick out what we have here."

Measurements, that sounded ominous. Andy's ears pricked up, he stopped his
furtive inspection of the Aertex briefs on the second year size torso, that
being the one that seemed to possess a penis at least quintuple the size of
his own. Only then did he realise all too late that ogling the manikins
would have done little to reduce his erection.

"Andrew, quickly," called Judy, "come over here a second. We need to
measure you to get the right size."

"Must I?"

"Yes, come on, don't keep the gentleman waiting."

"It's Andrew is it, well if you stand just here," Mr Banks gesticulated to
a spot which conveniently put Andy out of his mothers direct line of sight,
"it won't take moment. I'll do your waist first."

Mr Banks stood directly in front with only a couple of inches between them
making Andy feel even more uncomfortable. Looking down to put the tape
measure around Andy's waist, Mr Banks paused for a second whilst he
devoured the spectacle of the tenting spunk stained fly. Slowly he wrapped
the tape measure around the slim waist taking every opportunity to manage
to accidentally touch Andy in the process.

Mr Banks was intoxicated by the sight and smell and took a very deep
breath, the aroma of the semen which had soaked into the trousers from the
string briefs was inescapable.

"Hhhmmm... waist twenty eight." he said after clearing his throat.

Having had such an intensive day sexually and stuck with an erection that
refused to go down Andy was undoubtedly paying the price for appearing in
Mr Banks' eyes to be extremely promiscuous. Puce with embarrassment and he
just wanted to kick Mr Banks where it hurt and run out of the shop never to
return.

"I'll just get his inside leg."

Andy thought Mr Banks' smile was more leer than smile. It was.

"Thank you." replied Judy now so engrossed in looking through the rail of
trousers that she had virtually forgotten about Andy's measurements.

The rate of Mr Banks' breathing was definitely increasing, he had seen and
lusted after many boys in the shop, but never one with such a blatant
erection, a smell of semen or such obvious stains. Slowly kneeling down in
front of Andy, he appeared to make no secret of the fact he was really
savouring the smell and sight, being so close it was tempting lick the area
around the fly. Andy though, had now closed his eyes and was ignoring the
advances subtle or otherwise. That was until he felt a hand brush across
the head of his erection to slip between his legs and fingers begin
prodding around on the pretext of measuring his inside leg.

"Stop it!" hissed Andy opening his eyes to see Mr Banks' face only an inch
away from his damp and pungent fly.

They both knew what was in the air, Andy feeling very awkward in that the
state of his clothes and obvious erection had been taken as an invitation
to Mr Banks. As a reflex he pulled back and barely refrained from putting a
knee into the puffy face.

"What was that Andrew?" Judy turned to see an embarrassed Mr Banks rapidly
standing up and stepping back with tape in hand. Andy was looking as though
he were about to commit murder and his earlier comment about the shop
assistant flashed through her mind.

"Uumm.. the waist." Mr Banks looked rather red, never before had he been
openly challenged by one of his chosen victims, he cleared his throat,
"Twenty eight again. I'll, I'll...uummm come over and see what's on the
rack for you."

"Are you alright?" Judy looked at Andy.

"Yes." he replied curtly and turned away, still debating about running out
the shop.

To be fair, Mr Banks certainly could look at pair of trousers and ascertain
the size, less than a minute later he selected three pairs for Judy to
inspect.

"Do you," she asked, "have a fitting room where he could quickly try them?"
"Of course."

Mr Banks had begun to recover his composure now that the danger of Andy
complaining seemed to have receded, although it was obvious to both what
had happened, "It's just over there in the corner, can you see the door?"

"Oh," Judy turned to Andrew, "just nip and try them on, you can tell if
they're too short or whatever can't you?"

"Yes, alright." he replied not sounding very enthusiastic and reaching out
to take the trousers whilst rather obviously avoiding any contact with Mr
Banks.

With Andy having started walking over to the cubicle, Mr Banks turned to
Judy to latently pour some oil on any troubled waters.

"What a nice lad."

"I think he's had a very hard day at school." Judy smiled appreciatively.

"I'm sure he has." Mr Banks checked to see his coat was indeed covering his
trousers. "My assistant had to leave early this afternoon and I must make a
quick telephone call in the office, so would excuse me for a minute and
I'll be right back."

"Yes of course, I'll just wait here for Andrew I'm sure he won't be long."

Inside the cubicle Andy carefully locked the door with the bolt and looked
around, there was nothing inside other than a chair, coat hooks, a full
length wall mirror and a small heating grill.

"Wot a dirty old fuckin' cunt!" he said angrily to himself.

It seemed that the day's sexual activity would never stop. Now, the thought
of undressing in a strange place had him rubbing his erection as he started
to remove his shoes, finally reaching for his zip and allowing the spunk
stained front of the string briefs to make a truly odorous appearance. With
each change of trousers he took the opportunity to stand there in just the
shirt and briefs to slowly massage his member whilst contemplating some
form of retribution for Mr Banks' behaviour.

Initially he had thought of ejaculating over the mirror, but then had an
even better idea safe in the knowledge that Mr Banks would not dare try to
apprehend him.

On the other side of the partition wall, hidden behind a curtain Mr Banks
was bent down and peering excitedly through the dummy grill. It had been
purposely positioned to be at knee level to minimise the voyeur from being
seen whilst maximising the sensory experience.

A stout uncircumcised six inches poked from the Y-fronts beneath his open
fly confirming that this was the most incredible voyeuristic experience he
had witnessed in the shop. Mr Banks was no stranger to spying on boys, but
Andy's uninhibited actions were in an altogether different league and
without doubt of true command performance material. In fact, so good was
the show that Mr Banks had broken his own rule and allowed himself to get
his own cock to masturbate along with Andy.

Having found that two of the three trousers fitted quite well Andy put them
on the chair and started to put his own trousers back on. Instead of
pulling them right up he stopped, faced the mirror, once again pulled his
cock out and started to rub it with one hand as the other explored the
string briefs still sticky with cum.

Hidden, with his face pressed against the partition, Mr Banks was
distinctly hot and bothered knowing it would only take a few shorts strokes
before he would ejaculate, despite telling himself he should stop. Andy
however, thought very differently and began to frantically rub himself
knowing after all that had gone before that day it would take little to
bring him yet again to a climax.

Standing in front the mirror watching the fronds of sperm slide slowly the
glass Andy took a deep breath and ran a finger across the glass before
turning away to inadvertently show a wonderful profile view. Out of sight
Mr Banks was unable to believe what he was seeing, nor stop what he was
doing. Slick with precum his cock glided between his fingers while he
pondered the incredibly arousing question of what was Andy going to do
next?

The next five seconds were crucial. Not only did he discover what Andy
intended to do, but also had to contend with start of his own
climax. Struggling to contain a deluge of spunk that poured from the purple
head and threatened to engulf the trousers of his blue suit Mr Banks now
realised why he had made the rule he had just broken! Nevertheless, he
couldn't quite believe what he thought he was seeing next.

With the mirror coated with semen Andy looked around, continued to stroke
his erection and smiled to himself. Suddenly, a seemingly never ending
stream of golden urine shot from his erect cock to be carefully directed
over every surface including the carpet. He finished by taking direct aim
at the ventilation grill completely unaware that only inches away was the
face of his tormentor.

Satisfied that the cubicle was going to smell of urine for quite some time
he pulled his trousers up and walked out slamming the door behind him.

"These two fit mum." he smiled as he handed over the trousers.

"Good, well let's pay and get back so I can finish cooking the tea, dad'll
be back about six."

"Where's that bloke then?" Andy looked about.

"He said he was on his own and had to do something in the back office, he
should be back any minute."

"We could just walk out." Andy grinned.

"No, don't be silly!" Judy looked around to see him emerging from door at
the rear. "Here he is."

"Sorry about that."

Mr Banks reappeared looking and sounding distinctly flustered. Quickly
disappearing behind the of the safety counter with his suit jacket now
showing flecks of something on the lapels he carried a cardboard box in
front in an attempt to hide his bulging trousers. Keeping himself well
hidden below the counter he nervously completed the sale of the trousers
wondering if anything was going to be said. Andy made no comment, instead
he just looked at him safe in the knowledge that though he had all but
decimated the changing room, Mr Banks would dare not say anything lest it
give his activities away.

As they left the shop Andy turned, looked back and squeezed the front of
his trousers leaving Mr Banks under no illusion that his activities were no
longer a secret.

"I think you are right, he is creepy." said Judy as they walked down the
street.

"Certainly is."

"Andrew now be honest, did he uumm, did he, look at you or, or anything at
all? I'll tell your father if he did."

"Uumm," Andy paused, "nah, no more than he's done before. But I ain't ever
going there again and I'm gonna tell all the kids at school to watch out
for him."



"Well?"

Whether it was a statement or a question Simon wasn't sure, he looked
nervously at Art knowing all was certainly not well.

"The bed's over there if you wanna fuckin' wank over it again!" Art looked
up from his incorrect geography homework and nodded towards the far wall.

"Shut up." mumbled Simon looking at the floor.

Having been subjected to a very down to earth lecture in honesty and
acceptable ejaculation technique from his father, followed by having to
make a very humiliating apology to his mother, facing Art was proving too
much.

"Oh don't start fuckin' crying!" Art sighed, he knew he was putting on a
good act and hated reducing Simon to tears, but nevertheless had to teach
him a lesson. "So why d'you fuckin' do it then?"

Simon rubbing his eyes continued mumbling, although quite incomprehensibly.

"For fucks sake stop that, I can't fuckin' understand wot yer on about. Now
fuckin' talk to me proper!"

"I, I wanted you." blurted Simon. "I, I wanted you, you..."

"Wot? You wanted me? " Art pushed the chair back and started to get up
which made Simon immediately begin to move back.

"Where you fuckin' going now?"

"You... you're gonna... no... no.." Simon dried up and looked at the
door. Obviously it looked as though Art was working up to resolve the
situation by violence, something he had never done before.

"You silly little cunt, just fuckin' stay there!" said Art quickly standing
between Simon and the door. "I'm not gonna fuckin' hurt you."

Simon wasn't listening, it was all too much, far too much. Shaking, with
tears running down his face he soon felt Art's hand, but it was to hold him
not hit him.

"Now, just fuckin' tell me why you did it. I know I was fuckin' mad, but I
ain't quite so mad now." Art blinked. "Wot's it all that about then?"



"Well, is there going to be bloodshed?"

"No, neither of them have ever done that have yet they?" Ted looked over to
Linda who was as ever preparing the tea. "Art's past the anger stage and
seems a lot more interested in finding out why Simon idolise's him."

"D'you think he will?"

"If he does we'll never know though, will we?" Ted smiled "I think that
sort of thing will remain between them won't it?"

"You're probably right." said Linda.

"Seems to me they can tell each other anything, pity my brother didn't go
that extra mile."

"Oh, you've never said that before," surprised, Linda put down the knife
and turned to look at Ted, "what ever makes you think that."

"I don't know really, just the way these two behave when they're together I
suppose."

"But aren't you seeing Pete over the weekend, you two always seem to get on
fine."

"Oh yes, we do but... oh, I don't know, that's family's isn't it?" he
paused, "Now, good job you reminded me, I've got to see Pete to get that
tent for Art's camping trip haven't I."

"Oh Ted, we can't change what happened when we were younger can we?" she
walked over and put her arm around him. "Come on, cheer up and just think
of the poor teachers who have to look after that lot camping!"

"You're right." Ted smiled. "Can you imagine it, he can't even fend for
himself here at home let alone in tent!"

"No! That's apart from the fact it's supposed to pour with rain next week,"
Linda laughed, "and, he proudly told me they were going to cook for
themselves as well!"

"I just can't imagine it." Ted laughed as well. "I wondered, you don't
think we've been too hard on Simon especially after being in hospital and
all that do you? I really don't want either of them to loose that
spontaneity, it's what makes them what they are."

"No, I don't. Ted, be honest, it's taken Art nearly three years to get
himself under control. It was the thought of going through all that
revolting washing business again with Simon that set this off."

"I wonder how long it will last," said Ted scratching his chin, "if Art's
performance is anything to go by, I'll give it two of weeks at the most!"

"Two weeks!" exclaimed Linda laughing. "Ted, who are you kidding, if he
takes after Art two days will be more like it!"

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Chap 127 to follow