Epilogue.
In May of the following year, Skip was still working for Larry. I was a small
wage job but she particularly enjoyed working out in the open and in the woods.
"Interested in doing this course?" Larry passed a brochure that had come in the
mail.
"Yes, but I couldn't afford it."
"I'll pay the fees if you'll agree to work here for one year minimum afterwards
and perhaps help out at weekends and holidays."
The college was only forty miles away so returning at weekends was no hardship.
Skip enjoyed learning woodland management and how a small woodland could be made
profitable. In February she was at the house during half term. "Larry, these
woods will be beautiful in a month or so when the bluebells are all in flower.
Why don't we organise a few tours at a couple of pounds a head over the Easter
Bank Holiday weekend? We'd only need to clear a few paths and make sure there
were no real deep boggy bits."
"Would you organise it? For a commission? We'd need to limit the numbers and
have them guided round. No wandering just anywhere." Skip did organise it
although being at college, Harry had to take the bookings. So many applied to
come on the tours, Larry had to take groups around as well. Skip was about the
take the last tour of the Sunday and Larry had just seen his group off.
"No bright red hair now then?" Skip turned to find Brenda standing alongside a
slighter older man. She obviously wasn't dressed for walking and neither was he.
Skip called Larry over and asked him to take her group around. "How's Harry? She
still here?" Brenda asked.
"Yes, come in the house and see her." Before entering, Brenda looked up and
noticed the balcony had been repaired Skip saw her look up and laughed. "Yes, we
fixed it, just in case you wanted to jump out of the window again." Ronnie, the
boyfriend, smiled but didn't understand the remark and no one enlightened him.
They chatted until Larry came back and reminisced for a further hour over tea
and cakes. Brenda seemed to have straightened herself out and was also doing a
college course.
The following day, again it was Skip taking the last party round. One of the men
seemed a bit strange. For a start he carried a clipboard which immediately made
Larry very wary. Was he from officialdom? Was there some planning rules he
didn't know about. He followed and noticed how the man lagged behind, looked up
into the trees, made notes and tried to get away from the path when he could.
Skip cautioned him twice but when she was hidden around the bend in the track he
went off for the third time. "I think you had better return to the car park with
me, Sir," Larry suggested. He towered intimidatingly above the man, "And perhaps
you can explain what you are doing here. It's quite clear you are not an
ordinary tourist."
"George Fremont. I'm from the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds. The
RSPB want to lease these woods as a nature reserve."
"No!" Larry interrupted, "These are commercial woodlands."
"?2,000 a year."
"No! I own these woods and I don't want to be told where I can or cannot go
because there is a lesser spotted snow bunting preening in a certain lime tree."
"There's no such bird."
"Whatever. I think you had better leave."
"?2,500."
"No!"
"That's more profit than you'd make commercially. Surely only a fool would turn
down such an offer."
"No! Damn you, no!" Larry was becoming exasperated with the man. "You'd better
leave. I won't have dealings with you any more."
"Can we discuss a management policy? Having an adviser from the RSPB working
with you?"
"Perhaps? As long as it is not with you." Larry's dislike for the man and his
underhand methods had increased with their conversation. "Get your organisation
to appoint three nominees and we, that is my manager and I, will interview
them."
*****
"What do you think, Skip?"
"Stephan." Skip reply was immediate and definite, "He may not be the most highly
qualified but I think I could work closely with him."
"Very close," smiled Larry. "Or should I say, intimately? But I liked him too.
What about Sheila? She seemed okay too."
"Yeah, but you're going to be a married man soon so you'd better keep your eyes
off her!" They settled on Stephan. Harry liked him as well so he was invited to
spend a weekend with them. All four spent most of the morning in the woods
discussing management. Harry stayed behind in the afternoon and when at dusk,
Stephan suggested they watched for woodcocks along the main ride, Larry guessed
he and Skip really wanted to be alone.
They did watch the ride until it was almost too dark to see and then settled on
the grass. Skip felt his hands clasp her breasts and slid her's down to his
crotch. Feeling it was hard she murmured, "That's the sort of wooden cock I
like." Before long he was inside her and the pair rutted away, doing what nature
intended. Next morning when Larry took tea into her room he found it empty.
Knocking on Stephan's bedroom door he called out, "Room service!"
"Come in," Skip answered.
Finis.
