1. The Storyteller of Brompton House - part two


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Rheged6, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Carrie slept as she couldn’t remember sleeping before – an exhausted contented sleep. At around 7.00am she began to become conscious and glorious happy memories flooded back and she moaned as she stretched and moved her body. She reached out and panicked – the bed was empty. “It can’t have all been a dream!” her mind screamed as it commanded her eyes to begin opening. Sounds called for her attention, and she rose on one elbow; there came Cat bearing two large steaming mugs. “Queen of my heart," he intoned, “I commanded tea fairies to attend but they have failed, and have been fed to the dragon Gringhast; I bring tea.” “I thought we killed the dragon yesterday?” she said. “I am the Lord of Time. I sent them back to Friday for his lunch.” Carrie laughed. “Come here,” she said. A few minutes later she pushed him away. “Are you mine for today?” she asked. “Today is a journey, and we travel it together. I mean that Carrie Nicholson. We have a lot still to find out about each other. So, today Carrie I am yours and, I hope, you are mine. There is something I had planned to go to this morning, which we can do together if you are comfortable with it, otherwise we can do something else. “Fine, what do you want to do this morning?” “I was planning to go to the service at the Minster at 10.00. I like to go, it feeds me spiritually, but this morning is a biggy. The dear old C of E will strut its stuff in grand style and it’s truly splendid. But I have to lay down a condition if you would ...
    like to come.” He paused and Carrie was still trying to assimilate what he was saying. Going to church was not on the radar of what she expected. “Lots of people know me and if I arrive with a beautiful girl they will start adding two with two. So I want us to hold hands as we walk in the door. I want be sure they get to the sum of four. Would you mind if we held hands and walked into the Minster together, Carrie Nicholson?" “What shall I wear?” she said. Cat rolled onto the bed and took her into his arms. “We don’t have to worry about that for a couple of hours yet.” The ‘couple of hours’ passed. They walked hand in hand towards the west door and Carrie was surprised by how many people there were. “I’ve done some story telling workshops here,” explained Cameron, “with clergy in the main.” Just before noon they walked back out into warm sunlight and Carrie had linked her right arm firmly into his left. “That was wonderful Cat, I really found it moving. I have never seen anything like that procession. What are we going to do now?” “A quick bite at the Red Lion and then I am going to introduce you to Brompton House, my house, where, if I’m lucky,” he leaned in closer and whispered in her right ear… “YESS!” she squealed. They each wolfed down a hot beef roll and shared a dish of chips, while enjoying a glass of Thwaites IPA. Carrie struggled to contain her excitement. “Can we begin the tour in the bedroom?” she asked. Just after two o’clock, the taxi pulled up outside Brompton ...
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