Dec 16
Fish Date?
Clive thought he was in with a chance as he got ready to meet a new female acquaintance for a drink at the Willow Walk, near Victoria. An interesting looking young American woman from Massachusetts had been introduced to him at a party a few nights before. One of the many Christmas parties he was forced to attend in the lead-up to the 25th. He was one of the few men at the drinks evening by himself, so it was natural they be introduced.
Clive and Sarah spent much of the evening chatting nervously over their wines. He attempted to chat to other people, besides his friend the host, but didn’t get very far. It was very much a couply event, so he was rather stuck. Not that Clive was that perturbed; she wasn’t that unattractive nor that gormless. She did seem to know rather a bit about the sea.
He was waiting at Willow Walk for her, having a beer and reading the Evening Standard. What made him laugh a wee bit was the fact that she referred to what they were going to do as a date, not an expression he was used to using. He didn’t exactly think of it as such, more like an English gentleman taking an American young lady to the sea-side. They were off to Brighton for the day and, for all he knew, the night, too. Not believing in counting his chickens, he was planning on getting a return train ticket. December was not exactly the best time to go to the sea-side but he didn’t want to let her down.
Three-quarters through his pint and almost all the way through the Standard, his date arrived, ready for their trip, looking fairly pleased for herself. It seemed to Clive that she seemed rather surprised he showed up. They made small-talk over a drink and then headed for the train. All the way there they chatted about England and the fact it was an island nation.
What he thought was rather odd was the fact that she continued to say that she wanted to take a swim after their late lunch. He tried to point out how cold the sea would be, but she was unmoved. She told him that she was used to swimming in the North Atlantic so it would be no problem. Clive resigned himself to sitting on the beach and holding her towel.
The couple sat together facing their destination. Sarah spent most of the trip when not talking about England staring out the window peering off into the distance.
Clive, on the other hand, was quite content to sit and watch the scenery go by, his arm around his date. Nearer Brighton he would admit to feeling a wee bit peckish, so he was relieved that she had accepted his first choice. Her only question was whether or not it looked out to sea. Clive would admit, if asked by anyone else, that he selected a place that served decent beer and wasn’t too costly, since he expected to pay for their meal.
Clive and Sarah spent a rather enjoyable lunch that ended up lasting well into the afternoon. Sarah, for her part, made an attempt to look at her date even though she preferred to stare out to sea.
Several drinks into the afternoon she finally became chatty about her home.
So where exactly do you come from in Massachusetts? I have been to Boston a few times on my way to meet a friend who has moved to New Hampshire, queried Clive.
I am sure you wont have heard of itnot many have
Try me; he attempted to sound clever, you know not all Brits are as nave about your great land as we might make out.
I am sure you havent heard of it, she responded, not many people in Massachusetts even know about it. We are well off the beaten track.
Well you told me it’s on the sea, so
Well, I come from Innsmouth; its a very small port town on the Massachusetts coast.
He knew he was unable to hide his ignorance so didn’t bother to respond.
Why dont you get the bill, I am feeling up for a swim.
Surely its too late Sarah, he retorted, after all, it’s getting dark.
Oh that doesn’t worry me, I am used to swimming at night. I do it all the time, we all do.”
Thats odd, he thought to himself, But then again, Americans do have some odd habits. Part of him panicked, I wonder if there is any law against swimming after dark then his rebellious side took over, oh sod itwho cares?
They paid at the till and headed down to the beach. It was as they walked down the stairs to the beach something struck him, she doesn’t have a towel!
Sarah put her arm around her date and whispered in his ear. Thank you so much for bringing me hereit’s about time for your reward
Ooh, Clives ears pricked up, not paying attention to fact he was being slowing dragged towards the sea.
She subtly tightened her grip on Clive as they walked towards the sea.
Well, I will wait here while you take a dipI can hold your clothes for you.
Oh, youre coming with me, Clive She didn’t bother to turn back and look at him. You reward is out here with me.
Are you bloody crazy? He whimpered, its too bloody cold for me to go swimming. I cant afford to catch the flu
Dont worry…you dont have to worry about flu
They were both at waterside now, Clive felt his feet getting wet and realised that Sarah was holding on tight. He attempted to wrench free, his libido finally allowing sense to take over.
Oh stop squirming you English twit and get in the fucking sea, she hissed as she tossed him ahead of her, making sure he got no grip in the sand under the sea.
He managed a yelp as he was dragged under the water, convinced that it was more than two hands holding him down. He thought he heard Sarah hiss, it’s time to meet your real family, Clive!
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