Silver ArrowChapter 15 Looking for a Silver Lining
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Rowena didn’t swear. She never had done and thought those women who did lacked the intelligence and vocabulary to communicate properly.
But today!
To call it a bad hair day was an understatement. It seemed everything had gone wrong, which was why she had stayed late at the office to try and put things right, why she was driving home in the dark, her wipers struggling to clear the torrential downpour flooding the windscreen. Maybe just this once, she thought, it might be a relief to let rip with a good old fashioned expletive.
She certainly needed to explode when, a mile from her apartment, the engine died. At first it was shock, then anger, then depression as she steered to a stop by a thankfully clear kerb. Briefly burying her head in her hands she decided enough was enough. She just wanted to get home and close the world out. She’d deal with whatever ailed the car in the morning. Scrabbling in the glove pocket she found piece of paper and scrawled on it ‘Broken – Bust – Kaput – Don’t Work’ and stuck it in the windscreen.
Climbing out she locked the car before, briefcase on her head in a futile attempt keep her hair dry, she set off along the road. The chill wind snatched at her skirt and struck with chill fingers through her panty hose.
This was the seedy, run-down part of town leading to the more salubrious Clanaton area where she had lived in solitary comfort since her divorce. The council was supposedly about to launch a regeneration plan for it. And not before time, she thought tramping wearily into the driving rain. Every second street light seemed to be broken, the small shops either boarded up or closed and shuttered. Not a soul in sight except a hooded figure sheltering in an open doorway up ahead.
Suddenly apprehensive Rowena looked to avoid him. Maybe she should cross to the opposite pavement – but there wasn’t one. Bishop’s Park stretched a tentacle of trees and bushes down the other side of the road, a bulwark separating this neighbourhood from up-market Dunkesmead. She trudged on.
Just before she reached the doorway the figure left its shelter and walked slowly up the road ahead of her. A hundred yards and it stopped, turned and waited for her. Thinking it might be wise to go back she glanced behind her – two more hooded figures were leaving the open doorway and starting after her. Too late, she was sandwiched between the one in front and the two behind.
Uncertain, she approached the single man – perhaps, after all, he wasn’t waiting to stop her. But as she got close he raised a hand and said, ‘Wrong way, bitch. We’ve organized the fucking party for you back there.’
Thankful that she was wearing low heeled driving shoes and not her stilettos, Rowena ignored the intermittent traffic and impulsively darted across the road toward the park, frantically searching for a gap in the bushes. As she saw one and burst through to the grass beyond she heard a squeal of brakes and an angry horn behind her. They were after her!
Fifty, sixty yards and she reached a path. The going was easier, but she was only a little way along when the thud of feet behind said they were gaining. Panic forced her to run faster. It was no use, a hand clutched the back of her coat. Slipping on the wet surface she fell in a heap, her pursuer on top of her.
‘Over here, guys,’ he shouted. With a struggle Rowena rolled over and kneed him in the stomach, making him gasp.
‘You’ll pay for that, bitch. After we’ve done fucking you, we’ll pass you on to a few of our friends so’s they can have their fun. You’ll not find them as gentle as us.’
She yelped as he twisted her arm behind her back.
‘Excuse me, can I be of any assistance?’
An oldish man with an erect military bearing standing some ten yards further up the path. Leaning on a walking stick he surveyed the scene with an air of disapproval.
Where had he appeared from? The three attackers looked at each other then back at him.
‘Piss off!’ One of them said.
‘Help! Help me, please. They’re going to rape me,’ Rowena pleaded.
Brandishing a flick knife one of the attackers moved menacingly toward the man. In response he lifted his stick and pointed it at the hoodlum’s chest. The thug grabbed the end and pulled, seemingly there was no resistance and he stumbled back a pace holding what could now be seen was only the sheath of a thin, rapier-like sword-stick.
Regaining his balance, the thug rushed forward and recklessly attempted to stab the man, who neatly skewered the wrist holding the knife. The attacker shrieked and dropped his weapon.
‘Anyone else want to try?’ The man calmly said staring at the three miscreants. ‘I used to be an expert with this.’
No one answered. He shrugged, ‘Let her go.’
Slowly, watchfully the hoodlums drew back.
‘Pick up the knife, my dear. Don’t hesitate to use it on any of them if they try to hold you.’
Hastily grabbing the knife and her briefcase from the grass and Rowena moved to stand behind the man.
‘Good night, gentlemen. And don’t try to follow us.’ Catching Rowena’s elbow her rescuer cautiously led her along the path. Truculently the three would-be rapists watched them go.
Round a slight bend and the thugs were out of sight. The man stopped, turned to Rowena and asked, ‘How are you feeling?’
‘A bit shaky, but otherwise all right.’
‘I can’t see any injuries, except to your clothes. They’re in a real mess.’
Feverishly Rowena inspected what she could see of her coat. It was covered in mud and dirt and one arm was ripped – also she could feel her tights were in shreds and water from a puddle seemed to have soaked her skirt and briefs.
‘Could be worse I suppose. Thankfully they’re only working ones, not my best.’
‘You don’t seem bad in yourself. Maybe a little shocked and disoriented right now – as one would expect in the circumstances. But it will hit you soon. Might I suggest you come back to my place and rest until you feel better. It’s just the other side of the park.’
‘Thank you. I would like to sit down for a moment.’
One hand on her elbow he drew her down the path to the Dunkesmead side of the park and out across a brightly lit road lined on its far side with a terrace of large Edwardian residences.
‘I can’t thank you enough. I shudder to think what they would have done to me if you hadn’t come along.’
‘Don’t dwell on it. Glad to be of service. Life has been somewhat dull since my wife died. By the way I suppose I should introduce myself. Major Bowen, retired.’
‘I might have guessed from the way you handled those yobs that you were a military man. I’m Rowena Moore-White, was Mrs. now, thankfully, back to plain Miss.’
‘Pleased to meet you Miss Rowena Moore-White’
‘And I you, Major.’
‘Here we are. This is my billet.’
He led the way through a low, wrought iron gate, up a short path to a solid door topped by a Tiffany style fanlight of stained glass depicting stylized flowers. Fishing a key from his pocket he opened the door and ushered her inside. The layout was traditional – a narrow hall with doors to the right side and what was probably the kitchen at the far end, while a staircase on the left led to the bedrooms on the upper floor.
Just inside the entrance was a large coat stand and full length mirror. As she moved past Rowena paused to inspect the damage to her clothes. They might clean up, though she doubted it. At the moment she could have been a fugitive from a bout of mud wrestling.
The Major hesitated and looked at her. ‘You are in a bit of a state, my dear. But first things first. Let’s deal with any shock. They do say the best remedy is hot sweet tea, though I was brought up to prefer a good tot of brandy. I think a hot toddy to start while we get you out of those clothes. After which I’ll brew a pot of the other. Earl Grey suit you?’
‘Sounds gr
eat, Major. But what can I wear?’
‘Oh, I’ve still got most of my late wife’s things. I’m sure there’s a gown or bath robe amongst them.’
‘That would be most kind.’
‘And since I expect you’ve got a good few aches, not to mention the bruises, I would recommend a good hot bath.’
‘I couldn’t impose to that extent.’
‘Not at all, my dear, it will be a pleasure. Come on let’s get you into a warm tub. Then I’ll find that hot toddy. I’ll organize the tea while you’re soaking.’ Without waiting for a response he turned and marched up the stairs to the bathroom, Rowena perforce docilely following.
The large, old fashioned, cast iron bath filling with steaming water, soft towels found in the airing cupboard, an old fashioned cotton dressing gown produced with a flourish, he said, ‘Just get yourself undressed and into that. I’ll go and get the drinks.’ Muttering, ‘Good thing I decided to light the fire’ he went down to the lounge and, grasping it from its place propped against an andiron, he stuck a poker in the coals of the open fire. While it was heating he collected the spirits from a cabinet in the corner and the sugar and spices from the kitchen. Ten minutes later he plunged the now hot poker into the mixture. The spicy scent of the toddy wafted around the room.
Carefully carrying a steaming glass he returned to the bathroom and knocked on the door calling, ‘Your remedy is without, Madam.’
‘Just a moment.’ Almost comatose in the bath Rowena roused to find a washcloth and arrange it over her pussy. She’d never been particularly shy before men, indeed she was rather proud of her shapely boobs and saw no reason to hide them. ‘You may enter.’
‘Here you are, my Lady.’ Making no attempt to avert his gaze the Major handed the glass to her through the rising steam. For several moments he frankly and appreciatively inspected her breasts. ‘Delightful,’ he observed.
‘Thank you, Sir. You are most discerning.’ she smiled. Her cheeks reddened by more than the hot water as she noticed the way the front of his trousers bulged.
He turned away and gathered her discarded clothes from where she had dropped them on the floor. ‘I’ll just run these through the washing machine. Get the worst of the dirt off.’
As he left she caressed a full breast, unsurprised at the erect firmness of its nipple. She was conscious of her situation – naked in the house of a stranger who would clearly delight in bedding her. And if she were honest she rather welcomed the possibility, for it must be all of two years since a man had last filled her. She had almost despaired of finding someone both suitable and available for whom to part her thighs.
But how ironic, and where was her logic? She runs in panic from the hoodlums who would take her, only to effectively offer herself to the first man to provide succour. Oh sex, wonderful sex, where logic and common sense capitulate to emotion and need.
The warmth and the spirits were doing their job and Rowena was sleepily dozing when she heard him call, ‘The tea is ready if you are.’
‘Coming!’ She replied.
Climbing from the bath she swiftly dried herself as best she could, for her hair, despite being short and curly, defeated her efforts to restrain its wild exuberance. Wearing only the dressing gown she sedately descended the stairs.
As she entered the lounge he asked ‘Have you eaten, my dear?’
‘Not since lunch. I was on my way home to get myself a meal when it happened.’
‘I guessed as much. I’ve put a few vegetables on the stove. If it suits I’ll add a cheese omelet. Very simple but perhaps suitable in the circumstances.’
‘That would be delightful. Thank you so much.’
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