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Lake District Holiday (part 6)

Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: nickitaylor, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

“So,” said Jen, “What are we going to do?” Mike was driving, with Jen sitting next to him. Lisa and I were either side of Saul. “Well,” I replied, “Let’s start with you two telling us how you got back.” “Bitch,” said Jen under her breath. “Did I tie you to anything? No, I did not. Were you alone? No you were not. Were you suffering the hangover to end all hangovers? No, you were not.” I counted these items out on my fingers. Mike turned to Jen, “She’ll be telling you to count your blessings in a minute.” “I’m hungry,” I said, “Anyone else hungry?” “I could eat,” said Saul. Lisa nodded. Mike looked in the mirror at Saul, “Eagle and Child?” he asked. Saul nodded, “Sounds good.” Mike put his foot down; we went straight past our hotel and took the road back towards Kendal. We turned off into the village of Staveley, past a few shops and then parked outside a pub called The Eagle and Child. Now I know that English pubs sometimes have strange names, but this one takes the biscuit for me. Having said that, there’s a pub in Brighton which apparently used to be called “The Spreadeagle”. But I digress. The Eagle and Child was very nice--they gave us a delicious lunch (which we ate outside at a picnic table) and everyone but Mike had a drink or two as well. It wasn’t until we were having lunch that Jen and Mike told us the story of how they got back to the car. There were other people around, so Lisa, Saul and I heard the story in hushed tones. “When we saw you run off, my heart sank,” ... said Jen. "That water was really cold but there was no way we could stay there. And Mike had pointed out that the longer we stuck around the busier it would get." A young man sat down at the next table with a pint. Jen leaned forward and lowered her voice. "So we scrambled back out of the tarn and headed after you. It was pretty muddy underfoot, and I ended up on my arse a couple of times. When we got to the wall at the top of the hill, we could see you strolling down about a quarter of a mile ahead." Mike interrupted, "But there was a couple coming up the hill too, so we'd have been seen if we tried to catch you up." "So..." Jen continued. "If we stayed where we were the couple would see us when they came through the gate. If we went down the hill, they'd definitely see us. All we could think of was doubling back a bit and hiding in the bracken. “We had to lie still so we could keep an ear out for approaching people. When we heard that couple pass, we went back to the wall, to see if there was anyone else approaching across the field. There were a couple of lads on their way up. By the way they were kitted out, it looked like they were out for at least the day, if not overnight. “There was nothing for it but to go back to the bracken and hide out again until they’d pass, and hope that the coast was then clear.” “But it didn’t really turn out that way,” smiled Mike. “No,” agreed Jen. “It did not.” “So?” I prompted. “Well,” continued Mike, “We got back to the bracken, and lay ...