Choice Tales from the Vale – (292) Auto Suggestion

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north, but it’s in the Village of Great Trotwood where the participants of the tale live their lives.

 

Colin Wild was the Curate of St Timothy’s in Great Trotwood and he was conducting a rather salacious affair with a wealthy married woman, Candice Robinson, whose husband was a local bigwig.

“Hello darling” she said when he picked up the phone

“Tongues have been wagging about the length of time a tall leggy brunette spent in your house on Friday afternoon”

“Really?” he said and then after a brief pause she added

“Until it immerged that you had been discussing the refurbishment of the church roof”

“People have nasty minds” he responded

“Maybe people suspect you might have a darker side” Candy suggested

“And she’s a very good looking woman, if I were a man I certainly would”

“Candy?” he said in a shocked tone and they both laughed.

“That’s an amazingly sexy image you’ve put in my head by the way” he said

“Really” she responded “and how is that sexy image affecting you?”

“Why don’t we meet in the usual place in ten minutes and you can see for yourself” he said

“I was hoping you’d say that” Candy said “So hold that thought, I’m on my way” 

The “usual” place was in a little carpark in a quiet wood on the outskirts of Little Trottwood and as it happened Candice got there first and had already removed her underclothes by the time the Curate got there.