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Times In My Life - S01 E10

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Times In My Life - S01 E10

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

As I was formulating a response she said, "I am very good with English and I thought maybe I could help you out with it."

"Erm... how?" I really wasn't sure what she meant by helping me out.

"Well, I'm babysitting tonight and thought that maybe we could get together and go over today's classroom material. I'm sure I can help you with the parts you're having trouble with." Her voice was friendly and inviting.

And so for the second time in a day I was being asked to participate in an activity I had no experience with. I really did need help with English though, and the thought of an English wizard helping me did have a strong appeal.

"Just let me ask my parents if I can."

"Okay"

As I turned around I nearly collided with my mom... "Oh... sorry, I was just going to check if the clothes are dry."

A white lie from her... although she did have the laundry basket under her arm, the light in the laundry room was not on. She obviously wanted to hear what was going on over the telephone.

"Can I go and study with... uhm... I didn't get her name yet, but she says she is really good with English, and I can really, really use the help." I asked mom.

To my great surprise she said, "All right, but make sure you are home by 11 pm."

I was certain there would be questions, like, "Where is she? Are her parents home? Has she got permission to ask you over?" and all the other things parents want to know before letting you out of the house in the evening.

"Okay mom, thanks!" I effused. That certainly went a lot easier than expected.

I took my hand off the mouthpiece of the phone and said, "Okay, I can come over, but have to be home by 11 pm. Where are you?"

"I'm in the apartment above the grocery store. The doorway is between the grocery store and the drug store. When you get there rina the bell 3 times then come up the stairs. There are two ring the bell 3 times then come up the stairs. There are two doorways at the top of the stairs; knock quietly on the one on the left."

I quickly closed my eyes and tried to picture where she was talking about. Although it was a really small town, I had only seen short glimpses of the downtown area.

"Is that on the left side of the Cenotaph?" I asked.

"Yes, that's right."

"Okay then, I'll be there as soon as I find my books and walk over there."

Mom smiled as I hung up the phone; she was still lingering near me, the empty laundry basket still under one arm.

"So where will you be?" she asked.

"The apartment over the grocery store."

"She is babysitting there?" It was more of a statement of fact than a question.

"Yes she is."

"Okay. Don't forget, home by 11 pm she admonished as she turned away from me and headed in the direction of the living room.

"Yes mom." assured as she started walking away from me.

I went to my room, got my English notebook and textbook, and put them in my school bag as I mentally plotted out the route from my place to the grocery store downtown.

All the way down to the other end of my street, a left turn on the second left, not the first... that was a dead-end. Keep walking straight after the left turn until got to the street the arena was on. A right turn and past the arena (and my bus stop), over the bridge (a small bridge to be sure, but a bridge nonetheless) then cross over to the left hand side of the street just after the Cenotaph. The grocery store and the adjoining drug store would be right on the other side of the street.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and left the house, starting the walk down the street. In total it took me about 20 minutes to arrive walk down the street. In total it took me about 20 minutes to arrive at the doorway between the stores.

I rang the bell the instructed number of times, opened the door and stepped into a small entryway. The stairs were old and wooden with a high step to them. There was an old but clean carpet tacked to the floor and on up the stairs. The carpet helped muffle any creaking and added a bit of colour to the stairwell. I arrived at the small landing above the top step and saw the two doorways, one on the left and one on the right. They were very plain, and the blue paint on them was faded, giving them an aged look.

I turned to the door on the left and was just about to knock quietly when the door suddenly opened a few inches.

"Nick?" a soft, pleasant voice enquired.

"Yes." I replied in a whisper.

The door opened just far enough to admit me and she pulled me through the doorway. She quickly latched and locked the door with a dead-bolt and a very old brass key lock. The door didn't look nearly as old on the inside as it did from the outside.

"Come with me", she instructed as she gently pulled on my left arm. We were soon in the kitchen of the apartment. It was open on one side to a small round table and two chairs. The other side was open to a small living room, a TV set turned on with the volume down as far as it would go. Down a short hall off the living room were 3 doors; the two opposite ones were closed while the one at the end opened into the bathroom. The kitchen counter faced the street and there was a window there offering a good view of the downtown area.

I took in all this information with a quick glance around before looking at the girl who had led me to where I was now. The light in the kitchen was bright and quite illuminating....

She was very tall looking; not tall actually, but looking that way because of the clothes she was wearing. Her light red hair was coiffed around her head, nicely framing her almost pale face. The coils of it ended on and around her shoulders, curling up nicely where it fell on her shoulders of the blouse she had on.

The button-down blouse was bright white with intricate embroidery starting on the shoulders of each side before running down close to the edges of the buttons. It was not overly done and added a classy look to the short-sleeved blouse. The buttons were added a classy look to the short-sleeved blouse. The buttons were quite small with a pearly shine to them, there were quite a few of them giving the blouse a very rich Victorian era appearance.

A dark indigo coloured skirt encircled her waist, flaring out a tiny bit at her waist, then flowing down in a taper until it was a few inches above her knees. That was the part that made her look taller than she was... she was wearing black leather laced shoes and white lace stockings that ended only 6" from the floor. The large area of bare skin from the tops of her socks to the hem of her skirt was what lent itself to the illusion of her being taller than she actually was.

The colour of the skirt was also unusual... dark indigo was not black, it was like a really deep black with an ink overtone. I had only seen the colour once before, and that was at a funeral. I knew that skirt did not come a big brand name store, but rather from the kind of place that had bolts of cloth displayed in the windows. Custom made and very expensive. If you had to ask, "How much?", then you couldn't afford it. The length of the skirt had been purposely created, there was no doubt of that in my mind.

Having learned my lesson from Terri about staring I made a point not too linger in any one area and tried not to be too obvious about giving her the once over.

Her breasts barely raised the material of the blouse, but those long looking legs were to die for, wonderfully formed from top to bottom with curves in all the right places. They were a just a tiny little bit thin, but that only added to the overall allure created by her clothing and reinforced by the bare skin that was showing.

I had made a point of opening my school bag, putting it on the kitchen counter and then extracting my books. I let the notebook slide over the edge of the counter. It was while I was bent down on one knee to retrieve the notebook that I had a better opportunity to get a good look at her legs above the hem of her skirt. There was little to see as it was very dark up there. My eyes were back on the counter as I stood back up and put my notebook on it.

"So Nick, what do you think of our tiny town so far?" Her voice was very pleasant to listen to.

"Well, from what I've seen so far it's been okay, I allowed.

"That's good, I'm glad you are liking what you have been seeing today", she responded.

To Be Continued...

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