The Third Part of the Second Part.

The third part of the second part of the seventies story.

The Third Part of the Second Part.

I didn’t know I was expected to dress for dinner. So we went out to eat.

I had clothes but apparently not the correct kind.

I didn’t know what a bidet was. So I didn’t do anything with it. I used everything else in the bathroom however.

As evening approached an atmosphere arrived to tap me quite hard on the shoulder and grin knowingly.

Helen knew and was reserved with me. I recognised this and did the only thing I was capable of at the time. I was distressingly and cringe makingly loud.

She invited me into her room. It seemed very much bigger than mine. She had unpacked. I had not.

Underwear was on show. Although she wasn’t. At least the underwear she was wearing wasn’t. Although when she came out of the bathroom her hair was tied up and arranged. I’d never seen her like that before and I stared hard at her neck and the small hairs curling there.

She smelled beautiful.

Things happened inside and around me. The top of my head tickled and one knee began trembling and seemed not to want to stop.

Then the questions…

“How do I look in this?”

“UH”.

“I don’t think this is right”

“Mmmm”.

“Turn around, I need to change”

I swear this happened. It was not my fault. I couldn’t help it. There was a mirror. I know you will say quite reasonably that I shouldn’t have looked. But think for a moment. Do you really believe that?

Sometime later she pointed out that she had a top like that looking at a woman in the restaurant. The b***h.

“Yeah, you also have some knickers in the same material as well.”

A violent reaction was the inevitable and direct result. I mean how dim can you be? There are times when lack of any experience at all is simply not enough of an excuse.

We walked slowly back to the hotel through the bright shining streets. We looked in shop windows. Helen looked at what was in there. I looked at her reflection.

The atmosphere was almost shouting in the dark. So was I, but making less sense.

Helen was whispering. She moved into the reflected shadow behind me. And then she placed her chin on my shoulder.

Gurble.

 

 

Author's Note

The image is mine and is another part of the bedroom series contemorary with the story.

Reviews

[Island Hippy]

Aloha Ken, :) "how dim can you be?" Haha, I loved this and so enjoy your direct 'tell it like it is' way of storytelling makes me feel quite connected to these two. They're both quite adorable especially young you! I really need to try and read these in order now :) Izzy

[Ken Simm.]

I think I read that you have connections with Leeds. Then you will understand what a Barnpot is. That is what I was. More to come about that fateful weekend in 1971. I'm so glad you like it.

[Island Hippy]

Haha... did any of us make it through those years without being one? :) I forgot to add your art is incredible Ken!

[Island Hippy]

And yes my grandparents are in Leeds

[duff]

You do a great job of capturing the essence of youth and how we can be so naive at times, lol. It's something small but your inclusion of the reaction to a bidet is spot on. It's those little details I enjoy so much about your writing. Nice work Ken.

[Ken Simm.]

Thank you so much my friend. I still feel like that at times.

[duff]

Anytime. Always a pleasure.

[Einstein Noodle]

hmmmmmm...chin on shoulder eh!? got our hopes up did we!? ;)
had to laugh and sympathize with his reaction to the lady with the same top ... "The b***h" ... the young man is a hero ready to defend to death ...gotta love it
Gurble
:)))))
E.

[Ken Simm.]

Did things to my extraneous zones that chin did. (No thats not right, is it?)
Thank you so much my friend. You American fellows call knickers something else and something else knickers don't you? Confusing people ye are.

[Einstein Noodle]

extraneous zones?? no .. not quite right :) i guess knickers to me means pantaloons or maybe underwear ... what are they sir? pushed to it ...i don't really know :} for Eastern confusion over the West I am probably not the best person to clear up the "confusion" :)))))))))))))

[Ken Simm.]

Knickers are panties- underwear as you said. Ladies for the use of. As opposed to g strings etc. got one of those once as a present. Wore it once, washed it, put it back on. Not seen it since. Oh did I say that out loud?

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha! i believe it you old goat! i had a friend named Melvin. I asked him how he got the black eyes. He said he was sitting at a bar when the young lady next to him got up and turned to leave. He noticed she had her skirt stuck in the crack of her but so he kindly pulled it out. She turned and hit him in the eye. I asked how did you get the other one blackened. He said... well... she seemed so angry i pulled it out...so i put it back in ..yuk yuk!! ;)

[emmajoy]

'I mean how dim can you be? There are times when lack of any experience at all is simply not enough of an excuse.

Your telling of the events, your thoughts and actions are so realistic, this chapter just has to true! You don't frill your reaction, there are what they were. The naive young man, stepped into an adventure that.. is door-openly wonderful.. You don't pause, you gurble.. sublimely! Great write, fun, charming.. and of course, nostalgic

[Ken Simm.]

There is still something of that dim 17 yr old in here.
Thank you so much dear Em.