Little Cherine Book 03 - BPost065

I realise they do not need to make sense, they are writing to stimulate themselves and their readers, but a story that is inconsistent is not pleasant to me. The other thing I noticed is that they all have the kids talking like sluts. I know that it does not happen, not where the family try to give their children a certain upbringing. Do the writers feel the need to justify their writing by making it look as if the kids are naturally sluts?






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2041

That reminds me of the time I came across a site that only had hundreds of pictures of a girl known as Inga - either Dutch or Swedish or, if a magazine she is looking at means anything, Hungarian. A pretty little girl, a little bit thickset, like my Lucy, but she has the most lovely smile. Even her eyes smile. She also has one of the prettiest and probably most photographed little fire-flowers I’ve seen on the internet. When I came across her ‘x’ series I began to feel sorry for her. Some idiot had posted a file of her photos and he described her as a slut. That angered me. How can anyone call a child a slut! She did not ask for adults to take advantage of her this way. She did not ask to be taught that it is alright to have herself penetrated from four years old by various men. If the pictures are viewed and enjoyed by the viewers, I feel they should at least respect that they are also taking advantage of the kid who was in no position to decide for herself about having pictures of her in these poses or situations made freely available to all.

“You looking at porno again?” She gave me a shock and I jumped. The little minx had blocked herself so that I would not feel her behind me.

“I thought you were sleeping Cherine. Come, take a look at these.” Somehow Cherine is the only one I feel comfortable showing such pictures to, she is very broadminded about it because she can sense how I really feel and ignores any erotic feelings the pictures sometimes stir within me.

I found and showed her the Xmas ‘dream’ series of Inga from my collection. She went through them, giving a slight smile now and then.

“She looks very sweet. Were you thinking of saving her?”

“No. Her father introduced her to sex, with other men also, and she has spent all her childhood thinking that is how life is. I think she must be about ten or eleven now. There are photos of her of every age from three to eight. Probably thousands of them. The father must have made a lot of money off her. It is too late to help her.”

She dismissed the pictures in her mind, turning back to what really concerned her. “I felt you were angry earlier on.”

“It comes and goes.” I evaded.

“You are in a strange mood tonight. What brought it on?”

“I don’t know. I think a little bit of it was Noelle. I still do not feel comfortable about it, not yet. To something a bit more cheerful. Cherine, I promised to revert to about twelve for you and the girls. Do you still want me to?”

She was delighted. “Oh yes.”

“We have our private little anniversary in a couple of days. We can do it straight after that. It should get rid of any secret envy of you.”

“None of them envy me Robert, I don’t know why. You’ve stopped hiding the special way you feel about me.”

“I have thought of a new twist. Why should we keep jumping into the past? It is becoming difficult for us to find times and places. Why not use the future? That way we will know when we have to leave and when we can return home.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Say we jump to a week from now. We go, deciding to have three days. We end up staying two weeks. Not a problem. We then take everyone to visit another world, for example, knowing that we will need the house for two weeks.”

“But then we could do it whenever and as often as we want!”

“I see you like the idea.” I was smiling, pleased with myself. She made me push my chair back a little and climbed onto my lap. She hugged and gave me a normal excited little girl kiss. “I love it.” I sat back and she settled against me and within minutes was fast asleep.


2042

Chapter One Hundred Twenty One

The next morning we were all sitting around bored, we have become used to having people drop in on us. The imps were fooling around as usual and Cassie picked up my penknife to play with it. Jade quickly told her to put it back and looked at me nervously. I smiled to show I am not upset. Cassie came over to me.

“Why is the penknife special Robbie?”

“Not that special love. I have kept it I suppose, because it is the only thing my father gave me that I wanted.”

I should have kept my mouth shut. That started the questions which then turned into an argument, Cherine leading them as they tried to force me to find him.

“He is probably dead by now anyway.”

“Then you find out when he died and get his soul.”

“If he is on our World I’ll never want to go there.”

Cherine burst into tears. “Robert, you promised.”

I was convinced the bastard is still alive, but I did not want to meet him.

Dommi offered, deliberately making it more difficult for me to refuse, “My parents are in London, but they won’t mind us using the flat to go there.”

With all of them ganging up on me I had to give in. I had them all dress warmly and we jumped. Her parents were not in the flat and Dommi left them a note.

“Where are we going Robert?”

“The only clue I have is the office of the attorneys where he left money for me.”

We arrived there without phoning first, but I think he was curious and made time for us. He looked very perplexed when I entered with all the girls. I had aged myself to what would have been my normal age and so had Dommi.

“Thank you for seeing us. This is my wife Dominique. These two are our daughters, Tina and Rosie.” They had made themselves about eight years old so everything seemed in order “I have come to ask if there is any way I could find my father.”

“One moment please while I look through the file to remind myself.” I was more than happy to wait as I hoped to see through his eyes some address.

“Hum, I see here Mr Teller that your father gave clear instructions that we are not to pass on to you his address.” He closed the file. “There is not much I can do.”

“That is fine. I thought he might want to meet his two granddaughters. He does not even know they exist.”

“I trust you made good use of the funds your father left you?”

“Very good use of them. I gave all of it to my mother and little sister who had been abandoned by him. This is Laura my sister.”

He hardly looked at her, as if the turn of our conversation had embarrassed him. I got up and the girls followed me to the door. I turned back to him. “If you do contact him, please tell him that I am now wealthy, worth millions of dollars. I’d also wanted to check whether he is in need.”

“Hum. In that case it might be prudent that you leave your address with us.”

“I live in Greece.” I bent over his desk as he passed me a sheet of paper and a pen. I gave the office address and telephone of Alki. “Thank you.”


2043

We left there smiling. I had his address.


We returned home and using the phone we rented a car. I chose a Rolls Royce. Dommi smiled at my extravagance. I shrugged, embarrassed that I was this transparent.

“It is the only way he will believe I have money.”

“How will you explain all the girls to him?”

“I’ll tell him that is how we made our money. We adopt older children that no one wants and we get paid for it.”

With my girls you don’t say something like that without it turning into a riot of teasing and jokes - usually tasteless ones, as is suitable for kids of their age.

“How are we all going to fit!” Candy was almost in tears, thinking that I was not going to take them all.

“There are only two ways we can do this. Either you wait for us to arrive there, one of us jumps back to get the rest of you, or else you all become little imps. Except for Dommi.” They chose to become tiny imps, not more than nine inches high.

It was actually hilarious. I took possession of the car, signed all papers and Dommi gave her credit card. Soon as they left, Dommi and I stood by the door and the girls filed out of the building. A couple stopped and stared as over twenty girls and teenagers got into the car.

They walked to the street side to check they are not sneaking out. The woman then told her husband that she has seen this on television. We must be parked over a manhole and the car has a trapdoor for them to sneak out. That started everyone off on the trip in good humour. After I got lost a couple of times and we found ourselves on the way to Scotland, Dommi took over the driving.


The area looks middle class gone seedy. When we found the address it turned out to be a small apartment block. I rang the bell and there was no answer. I rang the bell of the apartment I thought is next to his. A voice I did not know answered.

“I’m looking for Mr Teller.”

“Who? Teller? Who are you?”

“His son.”

“Hold on.”

A young couple came down the stairs.

“He never mentioned he had a son.”

“We were not on talking terms. Now that I have two daughters, I decided I should make up.”

“I think you will find it a little bit difficult. Your father was put in a nursing home about seven months ago. He has Alzheimer’s. He is more like a baby. What is your name, it wouldn’t be Robert would it?”

“It is.”

“He kept on having fights with a Robert, getting very angry and then crying, blaming him for stealing his wife.”

“Can you direct me to which nursing home he was taken to?”

“I think you better go to the local GP and ask him.”


The place seemed quite nice, with lawns and flowers. They made a point of spelling out to me and my wife that he will not recognise us. They also only allowed the two of us to enter. The girls went outside and waited to see through us and jump to us if possible. They were very quiet and subdued. Cherine even more so.


2044

As we walked to his room I asked Dommi, “What is wrong with them?”

“For most of them this is their first time at a hospital for elderly people who have no wish to live or else are terrified. They are sensing the people inside.”

“Here we are. Now please do not upset him. Did the doctor tell you that he is at the last stages now? They usually die from a failure of an organ.”

She came in with us, a familiar face to him I suppose and as I saw his face I choked. His facial muscles had slackened and spit was drooling out of his mouth onto a towel on his lap and of course all the way down his front.

“Who? Robert? I don’t know him, is he a doctor?”

I sat in front of him. “I am your son dad. Robert your son.”

“I don’t have a son.” He grew agitated and pointed at me. “He is the one having an affair with my Rose.”

The nurse looked at me sympathetically. “They all imagine these sort of things.”

“My mother left him when I was a child. He must be recalling that.”

She was not very interested even though it proved he was not entirely making it up. I got Dommi to keep the nurse busy talking to her as I sat in front of him, all my bitterness now turning to pity. I put my face in my hands and tried to enter his mind. There were shadows, but no mind aware of itself to a great extent. Something seemed to flicker at the edge, but no one answered my call. I explained what I knew of the disease to my healer and asked it to try and clean the plaque that has gathered, breaking the connections within his brain.

A hand touched me. I looked up at Dommi.

“The nurse says we have to go, your father is becoming very agitated because of us.”

I nodded, stood up and then impulsively leant over and kissed his forehead. “See you later dad.”

My healer is just as stubborn as I am. We sat in the car for over an hour and then I took the girls to a local pub for a sandwich and cold drink. We waited another two hours. The healer returned and told me that the job will take days and even then will not return him to normal. It said his kidneys are failing and it has not repaired them as it will only prolong his suffering.

With my heart heavy, knowing how it will affect my loves, I said, “I’m going to have to kill him.”

There was a shocked silence and when Cherine wept, the girls all began to also.

Dommi took my hand. “Why Roberto?”

“It is the only way to save him a lot of suffering. They are keeping him alive when he should have been dead already. He has no mind I can contact. What happens when he dies? Does his soul revert to full knowledge or does it stay as it is?”

“It must get better!”

“We can only hope so, my love. Dommi, I think you better take us back to your parent’s apartment.”

I warned the protector to watch over my father and instructed it to take a sample of his tissue and place it in our bank.

While in the car I told Cherine to become her normal size and to sit on my lap. I pressed her to me in silence for a long time.

“You were right love. Thank you for forcing me.”

“What are you going to do Robert?”

I had to ask, “Do I get a thumbs up for him love? Tell me the truth.”


2045

“I don’t know. I couldn’t feel what he is like.”

“I think if you could have, you would not have approved him. Would any of you object if I break our rules and make him a Cherinian anyway? If I can.”

Dommi glanced over at me. “Don’t be silly Roberto, nobody will object.”

“He might cause us trouble. For as long as he stays near us, all of you will have to remain adults, except those we introduce as our daughters. Only you Dommi will be my wife. Are you all willing to put up with that for a few months?”

I had known they would agree, but I had to ask them.


I was very gentle with the healer. I explained that the personality that makes up the man is no longer fully aware and that what is there, is suffering. I said I want to make his body die so that his soul will be released for us to put him in a new body. It did not bring up any objections, though it has a strong distaste for what it will have to do.

We were all back at home and the protector had taken tissue and was waiting for me to create the body. I asked the healer to do it now and to do it fast so that the doctors do not have time to keep him alive with machines. The healer shares my dislike of the machines and agreed.

I went to the void and then returned to watch over him. I saw his heart stop. The healer had waited for a time when no one else was in the room with him. By the time they find him it will be too late for them to even try. I saw the soul leave and returning to the void surrounded him. He was already screaming and I tried to soothe him.

*I’m here father, I’ll take care of you, don’t be afraid.*

*What are you?*

*It is me, Robert, your son. Dad, your body just died and I am taking you back to put you in a new body. Feel me holding you, can you feel my love? I will make you better, I promise.*

*You are not Robert. You are not even a human being. What are you? Are you a demon?*

*Shh. I’m taking you back and we can discuss it over a drink.*

I monitored him and felt his amazement at feeling his body. It was instantly obvious to him that this is not the old worn out body he has grown used to, it is too vibrant and full of life. He was afraid to open his eyes, not knowing what to expect, but he forced himself to. The first face he saw was mine.

“Hello dad.”

“Robert!!”

“I told you I would make you well again. Soon as you feel ready you can get up and get dressed. My clothes are a little big for you, but we will buy some new ones.” I tend to go on a bit when I am nervous.

Dommi had placed a sheet over him and all the girls had left before he woke up. He felt himself in the nude and raised his head and looked. He raised an arm and stared at it.

“This is impossible!! I’m young again.”

“I thought you might prefer to be young.”

“Are you crazy? What nonsense is this? What is going on?” His voice was as cold as ever and abrupt. I felt myself shrink into myself as I have always done when he talks to me.

“Get out! I must get dressed.”

I went out to a roomful of sad faces.


2046

“Stop looking so glum. This is my problem, you don’t need to share it. I’d rather you do not, to tell the truth. I feel stupid when I react to him as I did when I was a kid. Consider my having a huge privacy sign up all the time while he is here.”

“Then I’m going to break our rule about privacy. I’m staying in you Robert.” Little Cherine, defiant as ever. Once she had taken that stand they all sided with her and it was pointless my fighting it.

My father came out and glared at me. “Now, stop this nonsense and tell me who you are. I can see you are not my son. How did you make the switch? Did I die?”

“Yes father.”

“Then where am I? In heaven or hell? Not that I believe in either, but I am obviously somewhere.”

“I really am Robert. You died in a nursing home in England from Alzheimer’s. I was there to collect your soul and made you a new body out of your old one. Father, you are in my home in Greece, where I work and live. Since you saw me I have developed certain gifts which made it possible for me to…” He took a couple of quick steps forward and struck me in the face.

“Liar!! You must be a demon here to tempt me.” He struck me again. “Fight back damn you! Show your true colours.”

I only sat there taking his blows, without any protection. Suddenly he lashed out, kicking me straight in the chest. I doubled over as Cherine dashed in, livid with her anger. I felt Laura leave in tears. I was pleased when I sensed that our Wendy is being traumatised by the sight of another violent father, but was trying to reason her way through it - I think it helped that I had fought against bringing him and maybe she was also able to understand why he feels this way, since he thinks I am a demon. Being in adult bodies may have also helped her and my other loves.

Cherine demanded, “Leave him alone!”

He ignored her demand. “You think I don’t know what you are? All these women. You were chosen to look like the kind of women I prefer so as to tempt me and take me to hell. I’m not stupid, I’m not falling for your tricks. My son was an ordinary man, weak and useless, you chose badly in deciding to impersonate him. Now, get out of here and let one of the angels come and collect me. I have withstood your temptation.”

I had killed the pain and my healer quickly began mending me. The poor thing could not understand what was happening. I stood up and stared down at him, my face showing my anger.

“If I was weak and useless it was because you made me be so. You cold unfeeling bastard, you did all you could to make me hate you. Why was that. Was it because I was also son of my mother and you saw more of her in me than of yourself?”

“How dare you!” He hit me again with his fist.

“You touch my son again and I will kill you.” Her Irish accent and voice were unmistakable and we both turned and stared at her. I have never seen her in such a rage.

“Another houri to tempt me, you’ve even made her young and beautiful again. Let me show you what I think of your temptations.” He strode over to her and tried to hit her face with his fist, saliva dripping out of the corners of his mouth from his rage. His fist collided with a thick barrel chest and then his arm was twisted savagely.

“Roberto, what is going on here. Who is this bastard who has dared to try and hit Rose?”

“I would not have allowed him to hit her Alki. Let me introduce you. Alki, this is my father, just brought back from the dead. I will not bother introducing you to him, for he has decided we are all demons trying to tempt him so that we can take him to hell.”

Alki let my struggling father go, but remained between him and my mother. Suddenly my father walked over to a seat and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I have nothing further to say to any of you. You will not be able to hold me here forever.”


2047

“Actually, if this were hell and we were demons, who says we could not keep you here forever?” I went to the doors leading to the garden and swung the wooden lattice doors open. The bright light of day, almost ready to fade to night shone into the room. I pointed at the garden. “Does that look like hell to you?”

He sat there, immobile, refusing to answer.

“Let him be Robert. When he got into one of these moods there never was any point in talking to him. He has not changed, just become even more stupid.”

“You bitch! Fornicator! You unfaithful whore! You dare to criticise me!”

“Whatever I was, it was because you forced me to become that. Your coldness…”

“Mother? Sorry to interrupt, I’ve already used that line. Us demons have to be smarter than that. You’ll have to think up a new line for yourself.”

Stumped she stared at me, almost in a fury and then she realised and broke into peals of laughter. “Thank god! So you still have your sense of humour?”

“How else can I face him mother? Even as a little boy, when he was cold and hard, for revenge I would imagine him peeing in his pants and crying - in public. Being able to make him ridiculous in my imagination helped me stay sane.”

The only way my father could preserve his dignity was by staying silent and ignoring us. The sudden change in me had not been thanks to any resilience I have. Feeling my loves suffer because of my fear of him had not been an option I can live with. You could say one fear drove the other out.

“Mother, is Laura well?”

“She is crying. This was traumatic for her Robert. She was looking forward to meeting him after meeting his alternate.”

“I am sorry, I did not think of that. Alki, please do not think badly of him. He never would have hit her if he knew she really is Rose. He thought she is a demon.”

“I’ve understood that Roberto. I’ve been wondering how I would have reacted if you had brought me back to life without knowing about the Cherinians.”

“I had not realised that Alzheimer’s can attack people so young. I mean, he is only in his early fifties. This has been a day of shocks for us. Mother, he thought I was the man you were in love with, he did not recognise me.” I was speaking about it hoping he might remember me visiting him, but there was no visible reaction from him and his mind was in such a turmoil I could not read it.

“Cherine my love, come sit here by me.” She did and I held her hand as I began our story. I only told enough for him to understand how I had come by my powers. When I was finished I found Aganthi had made me a coffee and gave me a cigarette, lit by her. She gestured for me to stay and brought over an ashtray.

There were no conversations, all the girls too intimidated to chatter so I began talking. “What my father said is true to an extent. The last he saw of me I still had not chosen a career, only talked vaguely about becoming an artist. If he had trusted me, shown some faith, he could have had so much joy from seeing me succeed.

Alki, it is so strange, I, we, think we are a certain person, but that is only because of what is reflected back at us. When with my father it is impossible to think of myself as being good at anything. When I am with you and my family, I am Robert, the crazy man who acts and then thinks, but has the luck of the Irish and succeeds.

I’ll tell you one thing, it is not pleasant being thought of as a demon twice in one year. I thought Petsas was bad enough.” I laughed and I got a few small smiles back. “I hope he does not end up becoming religious like Petsas did.”

The mock horror got another few smiles and I carried on in this vein and slowly they all relaxed. Outside the sky had darkened and it would soon be time for us to eat. What was I to do with him? We had not cooked and I’ve grown to dislike most of the junk food that is delivered. I much prefer going out to eat. Dommi caught my thought and looked at me in amazement that I can be thinking of food at a time like this.


2048

“Alki, thanks for coming, but I think your own family is missing you. If you like and the kids are awake, why not visit us after supper? We will be going out to eat, but Marian I sense has cooked for you. A couple of games of tavli might help us relax after a day like this.”

“You are going out for supper? What about hi…your father?”

“He can come with or he can stay and starve. I’m not his keeper Alki, he is old enough to decide for himself.”

He spoke to me in Greek. “What if he leaves while you are out?”

“Let him. He’ll have a lot of fun explaining himself to Savva.” Alki grinned at that.

“Might be a good way to force him to understand he is still on Earth.”

Rose also left and my father just stared at the two empty spots and I guess it confirmed his beliefs for him. She phoned to say that Laura will stay there the night. We left for supper where the girls became their ebullient selves again since dear father would not come. I did not lock the door and within ten minutes he was out on the street. What he thought of hell must have been very strange. I sensed him walking around and called out to Savva. He came to the taverna, shared a beer and some mezedes as I explained. He grinned, asked where my father is, placed him and kept tabs on him.

“Let him walk around for a few hours. Soon as he is tired and cold, he will also be hungry, I signal and you have him picked up. I will be waiting for your call after you have brought him back to Earth for us.”

“I could keep him overnight.”

“I think that would convince him he is in hell.”

I knew Savva wanted to return home, but I kept him waiting for about three hours, I wanted my father to ponder the fact that hell is cold at night, that he can get tired and hungry. When the patrol car picked him up he went along meekly. I took Cherine and making us both not visible (I hate saying invisible - it sounds so corny and we are not really making ourselves invisible, just affecting the minds around us so that they do not see us), we jumped to Savva. Of course he sensed us, but did not react.

“You say your name is Teller and you do not know how you arrived in Greece. You also have no documentation? Not even a passport!”

“But I told you, this is not Greece, it is hell.”

Savva looked very stern. “We do not take kindly to foreigners calling our country hell.” I had to muffle the sound of Cherine giggling.

“Let me explain again. I died a few hours ago in England. A demon took my soul and brought me here. He had at least thirty beautiful girls to try and tempt me to sin so that he can keep me in hell. He even brought one that looked like my ex wife when she was young. I refused to be tempted. You cannot keep me here, I have lived a clean life, I have not harmed anyone. An angel has to come and take me to heaven.”

“Are you taking any drugs Mr Teller?”

“I’m not crazy!”

“Perhaps I should send you in for a psychiatric evaluation. Hell, heaven and demons. What you are talking about is not normal.”

“Just let them know that an angel can come to collect me, please.”

Savva looked as if he were staring into space, but he was looking in my direction and his mind framed a question mark. I did not respond.

“I think we will have to place you in a cell overnight. We will check with immigration. If you did not enter this country legally then you will go to trial and be sentenced. You are likely to get about thirty days. You will then have a criminal record Mr Teller. Now please give me your details. Name, address, here and in England, and date of birth.”


2049

My father did and Savva sat back, looking very annoyed.

“I see you will not co-operate. Telling me you are fifty four years old when it is obvious you are not older than twenty does not help your case.”

My father just stared at him, unable to answer. Savva can look very stern (I suppose all police officers can, perhaps it is part of what they look for in officer material or maybe they have special lessons?)

“We will arrange in the morning for your Embassy to be notified that you have been arrested. Mr Teller, you will be subjected to a body search before going to your cell. If any drugs are found on you, I warn you, you face a probable two years in prison.”

This carried on for a few more minutes and then Savva looked at him, his face deliberately filled with curiosity. “Is the name Teller common in your country?”

“No.”

“That is strange. We have an Englishman, a world famous artist, living in Greece, close by actually. He has the same surname as yourself. Robert Teller, have you heard of him?”

“He is my son.”

“I see. Your son of course is older than you?” Cherine was having a fit of giggles, holding her hand over her mouth.

“I tell you, he is my son, call him, he’ll tell you.”

“We do not like to disturb our honoured guests late at night, especially famous men like him. After we check on you tomorrow, perhaps in a day or two I will talk to him and see if he knows you. I will not suggest of course that you are claiming you are his father. You may find it amusing to be funny, but your sense of humour is misplaced Mr Teller. We consider humour by a felon to be insulting.”

“I’m not a felon! Damn it, just call Robert.”

“I’m sorry, I cannot do that.”

We jumped home and I phoned, speaking loudly, hoping my voice will carry to my father. “Good evening, This is Robert Teller. Officer, I’m sorry to disturb you at this hour. My brother has gone missing. Could you ask your patrol cars to watch out for him?”

“I have a man here who claims he is called Teller.”

“He looks a bit like me, smaller in size and younger?”

“That is right. Much younger. He claims to be your father.”

“I’m sorry, he has the same sense of humour that has got me into trouble also.”

“Does he have a passport?”

“Of course. I have it here.”

“I suggest you collect your brother Mr Teller, before he makes me very angry and I lock him in a cell.”


When I collected my father he was very quiet. Dommi was driving and I realised he was looking at her.

“When I was in school I had a friend, a Greek boy. Nicko saw that I stayed by myself at school on long weekend home days and asked his parents to take me out with him. The school said you did not object and I became close friends with his family. Dominique was, sorry, is his younger sister. We fell in love and now have two lovely daughters. Father, you are a grandfather.”

He did not respond, but when we entered the house I saw him looking at the two girls.

“Come to the kitchen, we have some food for you. You must be starving.”


2050

He ate, he slept and that was about it. He did not speak to us again until the third day - which was our anniversary (Cherine and I). He did listen though and he saw that none of my girls were interested in him and that we are very close.

I decided to jump two months into the future with Cherine for our special time. He could be still sitting there like that in a weeks’ time.

Alki and Marian, with the kids, came over to keep the girls company while we will be gone (about an hour).

* * * *


“I see we had the decency to stock up the fridge with all we love. Even a bottle of champagne. That must be for you.”

“I just thought of something Robert. It is not our anniversary anymore. That was two months ago.”

I laughed. “Semantics. The two of us are from our anniversary and that is all that counts.”

“Have you planned anything?”

“On my own? No. Have you got any ideas?”

“I just want to relax with you today. It is nice to have a little time alone. Robert, soon it will be ten years. Let’s keep anything very special for that one.”

“That is still two years from now. By then you will be eighteen. You will probably have fallen in love with some young hunk and left me.”

She gave me that smile of hers that I still adore. “Will he be able to tease me like you do?”

“I think that is asking too much.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to stick with you.”

“You know what I think may be romantic for us to do? How about a boat trip up the Nile?”

I sensed her excitement. “I saw a brochure. It would be lovely.”

“I’d forgotten it would be so hot. We were all probably glad to have to leave. What do you say we go to the beach for a stroll, have supper at that awful taverna we love, then go to Paphos to have a drink and listen to music. Champagne when we get back here.”

“No. Let’s take the champagne with and have it on the beach.”


Without meaning to she looked around, as if expecting to find Petsas. I ignored it, letting her become comfortable at her own pace. There were a few people about and they were envious when they heard our champagne pop.

We strolled along, drinking to each other and totally oblivious of everybody else. It may have been corny, but I played back from memory in my mind the song “Tiny Bubbles” (the version by Billy Forrest is nicer, but I played for Cherine the fun version by Tiny Tim). The words were perfectly suited to the occasion and Cherine loved it, giggling at his funny voice.

The beach only has sand for a certain distance then there is a rocky part. We sat on a rock, getting splashed by the spray now and then and she cuddled up to me. Suddenly she went ‘oh’ and sat up.

“Relax love, I’m enjoying it.” She looked at me and gave me a long passionate kiss.

“Still, I should have changed to be the age I was when we met.”

“I’d have to do the same and I am much better looking now. We’re both getting a bargain this way. More of you for me to cuddle.”

She put my hand, the palm, over one breast. “Do you like them?”



Next [Book 03] - Post 066

I hope you enjoy reading this story of fantasy, adventure and love - and should some of it be true for our reality, I hope you will love our Cherine.




Αλέξανδρος Ζήνον Ευσταθίου
(Alexander Zenon Eustace)
18th September, 2019

* posted on Steemit: 18th September, 2019


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