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WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.

Any comments, including constructive criticisms, would be
most appreciated.  Please send to artemis55@hotmail.com

I would like to thank the Denny for all his help.

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Time of Her Life
by Vickie Morgan

PART THREE

Bill pulled up in front of the hotel just as Verity came out the front door. 
  He pushed open the passenger door and she jumped in.

"Sorry about the mess," he apologised, scooping up some of the clutter from 
the floor and tossing it into the back.  "I'm not very good at keeping 
things tidy."

"Don't worry about it, I don't mind" Verity reassured him.  "Does this car 
belong to you?"

"Not entirely," Bill admitted.  "I share it with two of my brothers.  Still, 
it's not a bad old banger, I guess."

"I always wanted to learn to drive," Verity said with a sigh.

"You should learn, it's easy enough," Bill said.  Then a thought struck him. 
  "Verity, you are old enough to drive, aren't you?  I mean, I never thought 
to ask and you look old enough but please say you aren't a school kid or 
anything like that."

"Relax, I'm definitely old enough," Verity assured him.  "Both to drive and 
to have sex.  I just never found the time to take lessons."

"If we can find a deserted track somewhere I'll give you your first lesson 
if you like," Bill offered.

"That would be fun.  Your brothers probably wouldn't be too pleased if they 
found out you let an amateur drive their car."

"Don't worry, I won't tell them if you don't.  OK, settle back," Bill 
suggested.  "I thought we could go up the A1 to the Washington Monument.  I 
know a Little Chef near there that makes great bacon butties.  I thought we 
could watch the sun come up, there's a wonderful view from there."

"You're just an old romantic softy, aren't you," Verity teased.

"You've found me out.  Just don't tell anyone, OK," Bill requested.  "What 
kind of music would you like?"

"I like the old stuff.  Elvis and Dean Martin, the Beatles and the Kinks, 
stuff like that."

"Golden oldies.  You're in luck, I think TFM plays that kind stuff in the 
wee hours."

"It's definitely my lucky day," Verity agreed, smiling at him.

The motorway was quite busy, even though it was still early.  Bill missed 
his turning for the service station and had to double back but they still 
reached the Monument before sunrise.  They left the car in the car-park and 
walked through the gate and up the slope.  The Monument crouched on the top 
of the hill like a baby Pantheon.  The fat pillars and triangular roof were 
silhouetted against the lightening sky as they approached.  They settled 
down between two pillars with their legs dangling over the side.  Bill dug 
into his small knapsack and produced the bacon sandwiches and a thermos of 
coffee.  Below them was the fast moving queue of car lights travelling along 
the motorway and the sprawling lights of Newcastle.  Even though it was only 
a small hill they seemed to be very remote from the bustle below.  All 
around them was the pre-dawn sky with the far away Pennines blurring the 
horizon.

"It's funny, I always thought it would be really dark before the sun came up 
but it's not," Bill commented.  "It's actually quite light already."

"Yes, the sky's all purpley, isn't it?" Verity replied dreamily.

"Look at these pillars," Bill said in disgust.  "They're covered with 
graffiti.  None of it's even anything original, just 'Tim woz here'."

"I suppose it's just a desire to leave some permanent mark so people will 
know you were here, that you existed," Verity mused.  "When I was younger I 
used to carve my name on trees but apparently that's not good for the trees. 
  If I had some kind of knife I'd be tempted to carve my name on here."

"You're just a little vandal, aren't you?" Bill asked.  "Defacing public 
monuments and damaging old trees."

"What's this a monument to?" Verity inquired.

"I don't actually know," Bill admitted.  "The only thing I know about this 
place is that the girls say if you can't shuffle round the outside of the 
pillars then your bum's too big.  Hey, look, we're facing the wrong way.  
Come on, grab your coffee, we need to be on the other side."  They crossed 
to the other side of the Monument just as the sun began to rise.

"Wow!"  Verity said eventually.  "I didn't actually think it was going to be 
anything that special but that was spectacular."

"All the purple bits of sky have turned orange, isn't that weird," Bill 
remarked.  "And see where it's glittering over there, that's actually the 
sea."

"The sea, really?"  Verity asked excitedly.  "We can see the sea from here?"

"Yes.  Anyone would think you'd never seen the sea before?"

"Don't be mean," Verity said defensively.  "I just haven't been to the 
seaside for years."

"So why don't we go there today," Bill suggested.  "Stop off and get some 
picnic stuff and go walk along the beach.  Do you have a lot of shopping to 
do?"

"No, I just wanted to get some more new clothes.  I'm sick of my old stuff," 
Verity explained.

"We can swing past the Metro Centre, they open early.  Get clothes and food 
all in one stop and it shouldn't be too busy this early," Bill said.  "Then 
we've got the rest of the day to spend at the coast.  I have to be back for 
seven to play football and I'd kind of arranged to spend the rest of the 
night at the pub.  They've got some kind of Halloween karaoke night tonight. 
  Do you fancy that or not?"

"Sounds great to me," Verity agreed.  "Come on then."

Bill couldn't believe how fast the day went.  They raced round the Metro 
Centre, which was eerily empty and echoing at that time in the morning.  
Bill helped Verity pick out some new clothes.  They found themselves in 
agreement about what food to get but completely disagreeing about wine so 
they got Verity's choice since Bill was driving.  Then they drove to 
Saltburn, packed the bread, pate, cheese and wine into Bill's backpack and 
caught the train to Redcar.  They wandered back along the beach with the 
wind at their backs, stopping among the shelter of the sand dunes to eat 
their lunch.  They reached the car again with plenty of time to drive home 
before Bill's football match.

Bill found himself distracted during the match.  He had wanted to play 
really well to try and impress Verity but he kept stealing glances at the 
viewing gallery to see how she was getting on with the other girls.  He 
didn't really take part in the usual changing room post-match analysis but 
hurried through his shower so he could meet up with Verity as soon as 
possible.  She seemed to be enjoying herself and she was happy enough to go 
the pub with the rest of the team.  They stopped off on the way at the chip 
shop and Bill was fascinated to watch Verity devour her portion as if it was 
a religious experience.

The pub was decked out with pumpkin lanterns and witches' hats and the 
karaoke was already in full swing.  Their group took over one corner of the 
bar, spreading themselves over a couple of tables.  Bill settled down at the 
end of a bench with his arm around Verity, explaining the jokes and 
conversation.  She cuddled in close next to him and rested her head on his 
shoulder.  He could feel the length of her body pressed against him and he 
was conscious of every slight movement she made.  It was Bill's turn to buy 
a round and Verity went with him to give him a hand.

"We're up next for the karaoke," Bill told her.  "What do you fancy 
singing?"

"Hey, back up a minute," Verity said.  "There's no way I'm getting up there 
and singing."

"Come on, it's fun," Bill protested.

"No way.  I'm tone deaf and I'm not getting up there and making a fool of 
myself," Verity stated firmly.

"No one can sing, that's why it's fun.  Come on, we're going to do it 
together.  We'll pick one of those old songs you like."

"Bill, you're not listening.  I'm not going to sing. You didn't even bother 
to ask me before you put my name down.  What did you think you were doing?"

"Come on Verity, there's no need to get so worked up," Bill said.  "For 
goodness sake, I never thought we'd have our first argument about karaoke of 
all things."  Verity looked at him open-mouthed for a long moment, then 
threw her arms around his neck and gave him a passionate kiss.  "What was 
that for?" Bill asked in bemusement.

"We were arguing," Verity said with a big grin.  "A real honest, normal 
argument."

"And that's a good thing?"

"You only argue with someone if you care about them and their opinion."

"You really are the most extraordinary girl," Bill told her.  "I'll have to 
remember to argue with you more often."

"OK.  After all, according to 'Cosmo', make-up sex is supposed to be 
fantastic."

"You know, I'll have to start reading 'Cosmo'," Bill said.  "Since we're not 
singing, would you like to get out of here?"

"Oh come on, let's go sing your stupid song," Verity offered.  "After all, 
everyone should make a fool of themselves at least once in a lifetime."

"Are you sure?" Bill asked.  "Because this is our turn if you're sure you 
want to do this."

"Lead the way, Elvis," Verity replied.

"OK, here's the list of songs," Bill said.  "Which one do you like?"

Verity scanned down the list.  "Do you know this one, 'Days'?  It's my all 
time favourite song and it's not too difficult to sing."

"Remind me, how does it go?" Bill asked.

"The Kinks did it originally but stacks of people have covered it since," 
Verity told him.  "It goes: 'Thank you for the days, those endless days, 
those sacred days you gave me.  I'm thinking of the days, I won't forget a 
single day believe me.'  Remember it?"

"Oh yeah.  I didn't know that was the Kinks, I thought it was some woman," 
Bill said.  "OK, Verity, here's your mike.  You stand here and the words 
will come up on that screen there.  Ready?  Here we go."

Bill was pleased to discover Verity had picked a good song.  As she had 
said, it wasn't too hard to sing and it was a song most people vaguely knew, 
which always helped.  She was also right about not being a very good singer 
but for some strange reason he found that endearing.  They got a generous 
round of applause when they finished, which increased when Bill gave Verity 
a long kiss.

Flushed and giggling, they left the stage to the next performer and headed 
back to their table and Bill's friends.

"You were right Bill, that was fun," Verity admitted as they pushed their 
way through the crowd.

"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it.  Now grab your coat and let's leave this 
rabble.  It's nearly closing time anyway."

"What, it's not that late already is it?" Verity asked in surprise.  "I 
leave in less than an hour!  I've got to get back to the hotel and get 
packed yet.  Not to mention we've got make-up sex to fit in yet."

"Do you have to leave at midnight?" Bill inquired sadly.  "Can't you catch a 
later train?"

"No, I wish I could but it's impossible," Verity replied.

"We'd best get a move on then."

They said a hasty goodbye to Bill's friends and headed out to the car-park.  
There was a horrible moment when the car struggled to start but the engine 
eventually caught and they raced back to the hotel.  Verity tossed her 
clothes on the floor and pulled Bill onto the bed.  They tumbled across the 
mattress, attempting to remove their clothing without stopping kissing. 
Verity clung to Bill with an almost desperate urgency that took him by 
surprise.  She wouldn't let him build her arousal with tender foreplay as he 
had before.  Instead she grabbed hold of him, her hands and mouth roaming 
over his body demandingly as she slid him immediately inside her.  Bill 
didn't think she had actually climaxed before she came but she didn't seem 
to mind.  She lay breathless on top of him while the sweat cooled on their 
bodies and Bill could have sworn he felt a tear trickle down onto his chest.

"I wish I didn't have to go," she murmured.

"So don't.  Stay here with me, at least for another day," Bill pleaded.

"I can't.  I wish I could but I have no choice," Verity said in a muffled 
voice.  She scrambled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom with her 
face averted.  A few minutes later she reappeared with suspiciously red eyes 
and a fixed smile pinned to her face.  She began picking up her clothes and 
stuffing them into her bag.  Bill didn't comment on her tears, as she 
obviously wanted to pretend she hadn't been crying.  Instead he helped her 
collect her belongings together.

"When can you come back?" Bill asked.

"Not for ages," Verity replied.  "Three years and four months, in fact."

"What!  That's far too long," Bill protested.  "I want to see you again as 
soon as possible.  Can I come and visit you maybe?"

"That's not going to be possible," Verity told him.

"Three years, that's so long.  Will you at least write to me this time?"

"I can't do that either," Verity said abruptly.  She turned to face him.  
"Just forget about me, Bill.  We had a wonderful day, but that's it."

"That's it?" Bill echoed in disbelief.  "What's going on here, Verity?"

"Nothing.  We had some fun, now it's over.  Accept it."

"No," Bill said baldly.  "I'm not stupid, Verity.  You don't want to go any 
more than I want to leave.  So something must be forcing you to do what you 
don't want to do.  Since it affects me too I'd like to know what it is.  Are 
you married or on parole from jail or a member of some royal family?  
Whatever it is you can tell me."

"You wouldn't understand, Bill.  Why are you making such a fuss?  You hardly 
know me and in a few months you will have forgotten all about me."

"I know you, Verity.  We've connected in a way I've never known with anyone 
else.  You know we have."

"What do you actually know about me?" Verity challenged.

"Lots of things.  You enjoy your food, you can't sing, your favourite song 
is 'Days', you make little high pitched gasps when you're about to come, you 
can't drive, you are generous and you make me feel like the luckiest person 
in the world when you're with me.  And even though I didn't speak to you for 
eight months I couldn't forget you."

"OK, I'll do you a deal," Verity offered.  "If you don't forget me this time 
and you meet me here again just after midnight on Thursday, February 29th, 
1996 I'll answer any question you want to ask me.  But for now, please don't 
let's spoil the few moments we have left.  Just walk me to the station, kiss 
me goodbye and just remember the fun we had today."

"There's nothing I can say to change your mind?"  Bill asked.  Verity shook 
her head, unshed tears filling her eyes.  "All right, give me that bag.  We 
might as well get going."


Verity stopped at the desk to complete the checkout formalities, then they 
crossed the road to the station entrance.

"We've got just over ten minutes," Bill remarked, checking his watch.

"Can you forgive me?" Verity asked.  "I never meant to hurt you."

"It's OK," Bill reassured her.  "So what can we cram into ten minutes?"

"Not much, I guess.  It's not even long enough to play twenty questions," 
Verity commented.

"We could give it a try," Bill suggested, pulling her into his arms and 
resting his chin on the top of her head.  "Question one, what's your 
favourite book?"

"That would be 'Watership Down'," Verity replied, slipping her arms around 
his waist.

"Really?  That's one of my favourites too.  Question two, why is 'Days' your 
favourite song."

"I don't really know.  I guess I just identify with the lyrics and it's a 
great tune," Verity said.  "How about you, what's your favourite song?"

"I'm useless at questions like that," Bill confessed.  "I can never pick 
just one song and I'm always hearing new songs I really like.  Right now my 
top five would probably be 'Creep' by Radiohead and Oasis's 'Supersonic', 
'Animal Nitrate' by Suede, 'Screamager' by Theraphy and that song on the 
Levi 501 advert by Stiltskin or something like that.  Right question three, 
what's your favourite film?"

"I'm not really much of a film buff," Verity admitted.  "Either 'Casablanca' 
or 'Indiana Jones', I suppose."

"I like the Indiana Jones films, too," Bill said.  "They're great fun.  The 
last one was the best though."

"Do you think so?" Verity asked, wrinkling her nose.  "I didn't really like 
all the creepy-crawlies and that priest who kept ripping people's hearts out 
gave me the creeps."

"No, that's the second one," Bill informed her.  "The last one had Sean 
Connery as Indy's dad."

"Oh, I've not seen that one."

"It's been out on video for ages," Bill said in surprise.  "I think it was 
on TV last Christmas as well."

"I'll have to watch out for it.  So Bill, what's your favourite film?"

"I told you I was no good at picking just one favourite thing," Bill 
reminded her.  "I like pretty much anything with Jimmy Stewart in it and all 
the old Hitchcock films.  I like Spielberg's films too, though I'm not 
really a fan of his serious stuff.  I don't feel comfortable watching films 
about concentration camps or the atrocities of slavery as entertainment.  
Sharks and dinosaurs ripping people apart on the other hand, they're great 
fun.  Do you get what I mean?"

"I think so.  I don't really like films with people running around killing 
each other, but if it's an alien or a robot it's completely different.  I 
think it's maybe because ones more realistic, people have actually suffered 
like that," Verity suggested.  "But things like 'Jaws' and 'Alien' aren't 
realistic at all so they're just mindless fun."

"Exactly," Bill agreed.  "I'd never watch 'Schindler's List' again, it's far 
too upsetting.  But I love 'Jurassic Park' even though it did make me jump 
out of my seat."

Verity nodded her head as if she agreed but she looked slightly confused.  
"None of this is answering the question though Bill," she pointed out.  
"What's your favourite film?"

"OK.  'It's a Wonderful Life', 'North by Northwest', 'Jaws', Terminator 1 
and 2', 'Die Hard', all three Indiana Jones films, 'Jurassic Park' and 
'Bladerunner'.  How's that?"

"That's not even a top five," Verity protested laughingly.  "That's even too 
many for a top ten.  Right, no more 'what's your favourite' questions for 
you," Verity said.  "Question four, if you could do anything at all in the 
world, what would you do?"

"That's a difficult one," Bill replied.  "I can't make my mind up what 
degree course I want to do, let alone what I want to do with the rest of my 
life. What would you do?"

"I'd like to have a yacht and sail all over the world until I'd visited 
every corner of it at least twice," Verity said dreamily.

"I wouldn't mind that," Bill commented.  "A boat just big enough for two.  
Otherwise I'd end up with half my family hitching a lift."

"You know you are so lucky having a big family," Verity told him.  "I'd have 
loved to have a brother or a sister and you've got lots of each."

"You would probably think differently if you'd grown up sharing a room with 
three brothers," Bill informed her.  "Don't get me wrong, I love my family.  
I just wish sometimes I could get a bit of distance.  If I sneeze when I 
wake up, by the time I get downstairs there's a glass of orange juice and a 
vitamin tablet waiting for me and my Dad is telling me to wrap up warmly.  
It gets to me sometimes.  I live with my family, I work with them and I've 
got two brothers at 'Uni with me, who are both doing far better than me, of 
course."

"Are you still doing engineering?" Verity inquired.  "I thought you said you 
didn't like the course."

"I don't really," Bill admitted.  "I've thought about packing it all in but 
my Dad would go ballistic."

"Bill, I don't know much but one thing I have learnt is that life is too 
precious to waste it," Verity told him earnestly.  "Don't throw away your 
time doing something that makes you miserable.  Every day could be your last 
day, you don't want to look back and regret the way you spent it."

"This is one day I have no regrets about, that's for sure," Bill said 
smiling down at her.

"Me too," Verity agreed.  "Oh Bill, look at the time, I've got to go.  I'm 
so sorry."

"I'm tempted to keep hold of you and never let you go, then you'd have to 
stay," Bill suggested.  "You wouldn't be too happy about that though, I 
guess.  Can't you possibly get back a bit sooner than three years?"

"If I could, I would," Verity replied regretfully.  "Don't feel bad when you 
start to forget me Bill.  I don't expect you to be here in three years' 
time.  It's too long."

"So don't go," Bill said again.

"I've told you, I have no choice," Verity repeated.  She reached up and gave 
him a long kiss.  "Thank you for today, this endless day, this lovely day 
you gave me," she sang softly.  "I'm thinking of the days, I won't forget a 
single day believe me.  I bless the light, I bless the light that shines on 
you believe me.  And though I'm gone, you're with me every single day 
believe me."  She kissed him once more, then turned and walked away.

Bill watched her until she rounded the hallway corner and he could no longer 
see her.  He started to walk back to his car, unable to believe she had 
actually left.  He stood and stared at his car for a while, then swore at 
himself, kicked the nearest tyre for good measure, turned around and ran 
after her.  He dashed down the stairs and onto the platform and skidded to a 
halt as he realised it was completely deserted.  He checked the waiting room 
and hovered outside the toilets for a while in the hope that she was inside. 
  At last he had to accept that she had gone and he sadly made his way home.

Copyright Vickie Morgan, 2000
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