My Story.

Mrs Wakefield.

We made love twice more that first night. I had literally gone from managing sex once every couple of weeks to being able to go over and over again. It felt fantastic. I felt fantastic. I could have gone again but Kerry was exhausted so I suggested that we get some rest. She put her head on my chest and lay tracing little circles around my torso. It was electrifying. I lay brushing my fingers through her hair. I could not stop the grin I had plastered across my face. I had imagined the last 6 hours over and over again but nothing could have compared to it. We lay in silence. Comfortable silence. Nothing needed to be said as far I was concerned. Suddenly I felt a warm liquid drip onto my chest. I switched the bedside lamp back on and spoke to her.

"Precious?"

She didn't answer but more warm liquid dripped onto my chest. I tilted her face to look at me.

"What's wrong Precious?"

She stuttered and sobbed as she told me that she didn't want to sleep. When I asked her why she told me that she was scared that it was all a dream and that she would wake up back on her chain in the twats garage or dining room. I immediately sat up and pulled her onto my lap. I held her as close to my body as I possibly could. I kissed her temple and rocked her gently as I tried to soothe her.

"Ssshhhhh. It's okay sweetheart. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You woke up here yesterday didn't you? Hmm?"

She nodded through her tears.

"So you can sleep again myyyy precioussss. Iiiisss wiiillsss beeesss riiightsss heeresss."

The smeagle voice worked and she gave me a little smile. I immediately felt that same rush of love. I wanted to keep her safe in my arms forever. I wanted to tell her that I loved her.

"I will hold you all night long if you allow me to and want me to."

We lay back down and she immediately wrapped herself around me. I made sure our legs were entwined. She put her head on my chest and I thought my heart would explode through the joy and electricity. After a few minutes of me stroking her hair back off her face and whispering to her that she was safe now she started to drift off to sleep. As soon as her breathing had deepened enough I turned out the light. I also felt safer with her in my arms. Safer than I had felt in a very long time....Here's why

From the age of around 5 (so I have been told) I have been prone to episodes of sleepwalking. According to my dad I was once brought home at 3 in the morning by Mrs Wakefield. An elderly lady who lived behind us in Chantrey Road. My dad said she'd found me curled up on her back doorstep when she was going to the privvy. She spoke to me but I just stared at her glassy eyed . That's when she'd realised I was asleep. So she took my hand and walked me to my house on Stansfield Road. My dad said they were angry at being woken up but when they realised I was at the door they were panicked. My mum shouted at me for being a naughty boy but according to dad Mrs Wakefield had scolded her saying.

"You stupid woman. The child is clearly asleep. He doesn't know he's out of bed. Don't wake him up. It can cause so much trauma."

The next morning my dad took me round to see Mrs Wakefield so I could apologise. I protested all the way. I had heard so many scary stories about her. The local kids called her wacky wakefield. She lived alone and dressed strangely so naturally people said she'd murdered her husband and children. I was so scared.

I stood behind my dad and whispered sorry. She told me I had nothing to apologise for. We were invited into her home and she made my dad a cup of tea and gave me a glass of milk. She was a very old fashioned lady and her house was like walking into the Victorian age and Mrs Wakefield was wearing an Edwardian dress. There were pictures of a man and 3 children on the mantlepiece. She saw me staring at them and said I could take a closer look if I wanted to. I grabbed the Photos and asked her who they were. She told me that the man was her husband William and the others were her children William, Hannah and Elizabeth was the baby. Me being a forward child asked if she'd eaten them like I had been told by the older kids. My dad spat his drink and scolded me for being naughty. Mrs Wakefield told my dad she knew what people said about her. She then turned to me and told me about the people in the photos. Her husband William had been killed in the somme during world war 1. Her son had been killed during world war 2 aged just 30. Both her daughters had been lost to Scarlet Fever. The baby first and then Hannah.  My dad spent the next 5 minutes apologising for the rest of Brixton's kids for their disgusting behaviour. Mrs Wakefield just looked at me and said.

"Keep an open mind David Jones. Don't take anyone else's word for anything. Use your own mind and don't judge a book by it's cover."

I nodded. Those words became my philosophy later in life.  After that when my mates and I would be playing hide and seek or tag. I would always say hello to Mrs Wakefield if she was sitting by her gate reading. My 'mates' would often tease me saying she was my girlfriend or that she was gonna snatch me one day and cook me. Like the witch in Hansel and Gretel and that she was reading a spell book. Or cook book Especially when she would give me a threepenny bit so I could get some sweeties.

Just after the summer holidays. I was called into the house by my dad. There was a little brown package on the mantlepiece. My dad sat me down and told me that something very sad had happened. Mrs Wakefield had died and mum had found a package addressed to me in the milk crate. He handed me the package. It was a book. 'The Tales of Huckleberry Finn." Inside the cover was a £5 note and a letter.  My dad read it to me.

Dear Master Jones.

Thank you so much for being nice to me these past few months. You made a lonely old woman smile for the first time in a very long time. I loved answering all the questions you asked me. It kept my brain awake as much as my books did.  I hope you follow my advice and make your own mind up about the world around you. Develop that thirst for knowledge you have. Read read read and you shall learn that even in your loneliest moments you are not really alone. You will have all your friends that you meet in the pages of a book.

                                 Your Friend

                          Mrs Charlotte Wakefield.
                                                                   ( Lottie )

Once Kerry was sleeping I decided to let myself sleep. I made sure we were entwined and as close as possible. It was now 4 am. At around 9 am I was woken by Kerry tapping me gently. I was pleasantly surprised to have woken up with morning glory so I decided to see if she wanted to take advantage of the situation. As I rolled us over I popped the question.

"Ready to go again lover?"

She looked terrified and shook her head before whispering that we weren't alone. I spun around in the bed to see Coco. Arms folded eyebrows knitted. I scolded her and all hell broke loose as she decided to slag Kerry off openly. I told her to go home and not come back until 3 in the afternoon. Once she had gone I turned my attention back to Kerry. All the ground I had gained the past 18 hours had been undone by Coco in less than 5 minutes. Kerry was close to tears and offering to go home. Nooooo!

I decided to try to distract her from what had just happened. I pressed myself against her and had to smile when her eyes widened. I started to kiss my way down her body. She giggled as I started calling out for the precious. As my Adams apple brushed against her piercing I was growling with desire. I laced our fingers together and spoke.

"Aha there you are my precious. Here have a kiss "

Her back arched as I kissed her gently. I continued to kiss her gently but applied more pressure each time. I didn't delve any deeper until I felt her fingers run through my hair. As soon as she did that I began to feast. I was so hungry and thirsty for her . Needless to say it was a great morning.