Lavinia wakes up with a heavy heart, and goes to talk to her mother (still in bed)
“Oh?”, Marjorie says scathingly, “Still going for those drinks of water, is he?”
Marjorie had not been so self-absorbed as Paul presumed, she had seen Mary’s brats for herself. She knew who their father was …
“But Mama! Daddy says you had lots of drinks of waters in Italy! Was it very hot there then?”
“Umm yes, darling. You could say that. Now, before I go back to bed, are you home for dinner? Or are you hanging round McDonalds again, throwing chips at pensioners?”
“Oh, Fuck knows!”, Lav replied.
She was so unhappy and confused – and lonely.
She confides in her new friend, Gillian.
“Oh, I’ve done it lots of times!”, her new pal boasts.
“Done what?”, Lav asks
“You’re a scream, you are! I’ll get you together with my mate Melvin, off the estate, he loves posh birds!”
“Oh, an estate. Super! We had one of those once!”
So, at a wild party on this estate place, Lavinia met Melvin across a crowded room (almost)
And for the doe-eyed Lavinia, it was true love
Melvin’s ardour was hard and demanding.
“So this is what a snog is”, Lav thought
“Oof! Ahh! This must be what true love is!”, Lav thinks “Oh! Is that it?”
“How wonderful…… I think..”
Several months later:
Next week: Lavinia grows up fast, Marjorie gets out of bed, and Paul receives a revelation
Part Four: same time, same channel
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Oh Lavinia, I've known girls like you all prim and proper on the outside
Sub! My sweet! Thanks so much for visiting. Don't know why I'm doing this, but will carry onuntil its time to put them back in a box for another40 years! Thank you for your lovely comment xxx
Yes, Polly, those are the worse ones! xx