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Sue is completely over the line now…

Biker 3

Sue hasn’t showered. She’s sticky from the sex with her lover as she sits across the table from her husband. She’s tender down there. She’s not sore – just tingling a little from the size of the guy and having him inside her for so long.

Josh, I slept with someone.

I should just say that and get it out in the open. I think I will, but not yet. After it’s over, I will have to tell him. I don’t want to cause a scene now. I don’t want Cal involved in the confrontation. I have to wait until he’s gone…. It makes no difference if I spend one day with him or five.

“Huh?”

Josh has asked something but Sue didn’t catch it.

“Do you know where those two USB sticks are that we bought the other week – the two ten gig ones?”

“I think I put them in the second drawer in the kitchen. They were in with the groceries.”

“Oh, okay…. I need to draw on our savings for some new hardware. It shouldn’t come to more than five hundred. I’ve got that quarterly bonus coming next week.”

“What are you buying?”

Sue’s pleased to be talking about Josh’s computer stuff.

“It’s just some new gadgets – keeping up with technology, you know?”

She smiles. “Okay…. And how’s your arm?”

“It’s fine. I have to call in and get the dressing changed tomorrow. I might be an hour late home.”

Sue nods.

It doesn’t feel real, sitting here with Josh and the kids.

She goes through the motions getting their bath ready and cleaning up the kitchen. Josh has to go back in to work for something. He needs to be there at closing time to do some job with the security cameras.

It’s after midnight when Sue feels him getting into bed. She’s in long pyjamas, clutching her top closed and facing away from him. She pretends to be asleep.

The next morning Sue hurries home from the school and quickly changes. Cal is watching for her and lifts her over the fence. She doesn’t want the neighbours seeing her going to and from his house every day.

His big, rough hands are under her clothes before they even get in the back door. She has on a short pleated skirt and a pretty lace-trim tank top. She can smell him on the clean pillow case as he is fucking her.

Sue’s orgasm hits. He’s beyond control, thrusting into her. She clings to his rippling taut body as he ejaculates.

He leaves her there in bed while he goes for his breakfast. She finds her panties and pulls them on, then rolls over and cuddles the pillow, drawing his scent from it.

This doesn’t feel real either. I don’t know what has happened to REAL…….

***

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The Biker Next Door

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A wife on the edge of infidelity…

Biker 2

“So you were actually on the back of the guy’s bike?”

The kids have obviously told Josh about it – about Sue getting on the back of a motorbike. Josh didn’t say anything through dinner but the kids are doing homework and he has confronted Sue doing the dishes.

“We all did, Josh, it was nothing,” Sue lies.

Well, the first bit was true, but it wasn’t nothing. Sue can still feel where Cal squeezed her thigh. When she was getting changed before – not wanting Josh to see her braless in a dress she hasn’t worn in years – she noticed there is actually a grimy smudge on her hip, beneath the waistband of her panties. It’s Cal’s thumb print, and it’s still there now while her husband stands glaring at her.

She doesn’t turn to face him because she can’t lie straight-faced. “I was just being neighbourly. The guy’s not that bad. He’s fixing up the house for his paraplegic sister.”

Josh grunts. “Which one of them was it?”

“What?”

“Which one of the gang? One of those fat guys? The old one?”

“Umm – the tall one with the short hair.”

Was I supposed to say the cutest one? No – not a good idea.

“What’s his name?”

Sue’s blushing now. She glances back over her shoulder. “What difference does it make, Josh? He just gave us a ride on the motorbike. It wasn’t even on the road.”

“So, what’s his name? What’s the big deal about telling me his name?”

“Because you’re freaking out.”

Josh picks up a tea towel and grabs a pot from the drainer. “Well, whatever his name is, I don’t want the children on his bike anymore, and I don’t want you associating with bikers either.”

“Associating?” Sue repeats, eyebrows raised.

Josh glares back at her. “Carrying on like a frigging biker chick.”

Sue’s blush fires up again, guiltily.

That’s pretty spot on with the fantasy I’ve been having all afternoon.

“Okay,” she concedes. “I won’t get on the bike again…. I wasn’t about to anyway.”

“Good.”

Sue’s finished washing, and leaves Josh to dry the dishes while she gets the kids’ bath ready. She needs to wash Cynthia’s hair tonight. Cynthia’s first. Preston likes his playtime, so it’s best he goes second. Josh is on his laptop in the dining room and closes a page quickly as Sue walks past. She thinks it might have been porn – nudie pictures. She knows he’s not into anything hard core.

Preston has all but emptied the bathwater onto the floor as usual. Sue mops it up and runs her own bath. The men next door are outside again, their deep voices resounding in her bathroom. They’re right there outside the window, and she’s nude. She listens carefully for Cal’s voice. She knows it well now, and his laugh. She closes the toilet seat and sits down, lifting a leg and resting that foot against the rim of the bath. The little smudge is still there on her hip. It’s kind of greasy.

Sue runs her middle finger through her slit. She’s already wet – or perhaps still wet from what she’s been thinking about all day. She teases her lips open and circles her clit, arching back and rolling her pelvis as her finger slips inside and the deep base of the men’s laughter resonates through her. Her vibrator is there sitting upon a folded white towel on the wash basin. She doesn’t need to turn it on. She keeps rubbing her clit as it sinks in. It has an upward curve that has the head of the thing massaging just the right spot as she grinds down onto it.

She has to bite her lip hard when her orgasm hits. It thumps through her quite powerfully – her eyes shut tight – her faceless man with a face this time – a burst of his laughter booming as she squirms down on her toy and squeezes her slutty legs together.

Sue takes Cal into the bath with her. She’s just named her toy.

Surely that’s no worse than my husband looking at porn and eyeing off all the young girls.

She gives Cal a wash and sets him on the side of the bath. The hot water swallows her as she lies back and takes a deep, satisfied breath…….

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The Biker Next Door

Sue knows this is wrong…

Biker

Cynthia and Preston head straight for the pool when they get home, giving Sue an excuse to sit out the back. There are two hours of sun before the afternoon will be cooling off at all. Cal is mulching the gardens next door. He keeps looking over, but Sue won’t acknowledge him. She’s feeling too guilty to do that.

She goes inside and puts the stew on simmer. It’s about an hour until Josh is due home. Somehow she ends up in the bedroom sorting through her wardrobe. Her cut-off denim shorts are at her ankles, and she kicks them away. The thought of being bent over that big black motorbike is in her mind as she strips off her bikini and slips on a little, floral print dress. It’s short and straight with spaghetti string shoulder straps. She chooses pretty white lace panties, as if he’s going to be seeing them, like in the picture flashing through her mind.

Sue cuts oranges and takes them out to the children. A low wolf whistle prickles her skin.

“May I have one of those, please? A quarter?”

Blushing and shaking her head, she relents and looks at Cal. He’s at the fence, grinning. This guy is all kinds of wrong, but she can’t stop herself plucking at her dress as she approaches with his quarter of an orange. The low V-neckline gapes a little.

I should be wearing a bra.

“Your gardens are looking good,” Sue comments, peering over the fence while the big, adorable man sucks on the orange she gave him.

She’s thinking about his mouth, wondering how it would feel to be kissed by him.

“Yeah – I’m about done for the day…. How about bringing the kids over for a ride on my bike? It’s a good chance, with none of the guys around.”

“Oh! But isn’t it dangerous? They haven’t got helmets.”

“No – we’ll ride out there.” He indicates the grassy nature strip behind the back fences.

It would be perfectly safe, Sue reasons, chewing a lip. Preston would love it.

“Come on – bring them over,” Cal enthuses. “I’ll go slow and keep safe. I’ve had kids on back and front before.”

“Are you sure it’s no trouble?”

He scoffs. “Hey kids – do want a ride on my motorcycle?”

They both squeal, “Yes!” They’re by Sue’s side dripping and wriggling excitedly in an instant.

Cal has taken the t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket and pulled it on.

“Come on – short-cut,” he says, and lifts Preston then Cynthia over the fence. “Come on, Mum – you too,” he says, grinning.

He leans over the fence and takes hold around the back of Sue’s thighs. She sits on his arm, which is beneath the hem of her dress. He lifts her easily as she clings to the rippling muscle of his shoulder. Her head is beside his. Their eyes lock.

I think my lips have parted, but he’d better not kiss me in front of the children.

“That’s a good dress, Sue.”

Sue’s feet have touched the ground, she thinks. The guy’s big hand is still upon her hip. It’s beneath her dress, squeezing her. He rubs his thumb along the waistband of her panties, just softly back and forth. This has all happened in the space of a few seconds, but time has slowed for Sue.

“Careful there, kids!” They’re climbing on the seat of the bike.

Sue’s standing there by herself now. Her legs are weak. The man she’s dressed like that for is getting on his bike. He puts her son on behind him and her daughter at the back, telling them to hold onto his belt loops. “Get the gate, Sue,” he calls, and she hurries to the back gate and opens it. The big motorbike thunders. Her kids are beaming with glee as he rides past and out onto the nature strip.

More seconds have passed. Sue’s mind is still mush. She can feel the warm, rough imprint of where his thumb was testing the band of her panties. She’s clutching her dress in front, holding her hands to her chest. The bike rumbles slowly by with her children squealing at her. She smiles back, catching the eyes of this man making her heart thump – this total stranger who had his big paw up her dress.

What am I even thinking? It’s my anniversary on Saturday. The kids are going to their grandmother’s place, and Josh is taking me to dinner and dancing. We’ve been together always. There are no other men in the world. I’ve never had to think about that, and if it weren’t for the children, this guy could have kissed me before. I would have let him.

The big loud motorbike is back. “Your turn, Mummy!” little Preston cries excitedly.

“Yeah, Mummy’s turn,” Cal says, helping the children down from the seat. They’re jumping and squealing, tugging at Sue now, pulling her toward the bike. “Come on,” Cal says, taking her hand and guiding her…….

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The Biker Next Door

Sue goes topless in her back yard…

The Biker Next Door

Feeling both neighbourly and brave, Sue makes a large pitcher of ice tea and takes it out to the back deck with three glasses. She approaches the fence. “Would you men like to join me for a cold drink?”

“Absolutely!” Cal answers with a smile.

The older man smiles too. “Yes, ma’am.”

Sue waits for them to walk around, out their side gate and in hers. She put a shirt on when she was inside, but she hasn’t buttoned it. She’s tugging at it, checking herself out – her bare belly and bikini boobs. She doesn’t mind the thought of the old guy looking.

I WANT Cal to look…. What’s that about?

She has no idea what she’s thinking as she ushers the two bikers to her outdoor setting and pours them ice tea. She’s sitting between them. Roach is across the corner of the table. Cal is close beside her. His legs are open and one of them keeps touching hers. He has on faded Levis, the crotch is full – his package perhaps appropriately proportioned with his very large hands, she’s thinking.

Roach is a jolly character. He’s telling all about his younger days when he was a member of a hippie commune. Cal is teasing him about his story changing so much every time he tells it.

“Well, we used to smoke a bit of pot, and that LSD leaves you wondering what was real and what you only imagined,” he explains to Sue at one point.

“So, have you been married long?” Cal asks. “What’s your husband’s name again?”

“It’s Josh. Yes, we married young…. Seven years.”

“I’ve had two marriages,” Roach tosses in. “That’ll do.”

“One for me,” Cal confesses when Sue looks to him. “I didn’t quite make seven years.”

Roach grins and winks at Sue. “She wised up.”

“Is that true?” Sue asks Cal.

“Yep. Saw through me. Sent me packing. Married an accountant.”

“Oh. That’s not good.”

“What bit?”

Sue giggles. “The accountant.”

Cal laughs. He has a warm laugh.

His leg is pressing against Sue’s again.

Roach finishes the last of his drink. “That was good, Sue. It hit the spot.”

“Would you like some more?”

“No – we’d better get back to it, eh, boss?”

“Yeah, we have a load of concrete coming soon.”

Sue stands with them. The older man ambles off while Cal holds the door open for her to take the tray back inside.

She passes by, brushing close and glancing back.

He looks her up and down, slowly, deliberately. He meets her eyes. “Happily married, yeah?”

The tingles swarm and heat Sue’s face. She nods. “Yeah.”

“Fair enough,” he says with a wink and smile, and he’s gone.

***

Shit…. Oh, shit!

Sue’s legs are wobbly. She puts the tray on the counter and calls Janie.

“Hi, Sue, what’s up?”

“Shit, Janie. Oh, my God!”

“What?”

“Can you come over?”

Janie only lives two streets away. Sue gives her nothing over the phone.

“What?” she implores as Sue closes the door behind her and slumps back against it.

“The biker guy next door made a pass at me.”

Janie’s jaw drops. Her eyes bulge.

“Well, not exactly a pass…. He looked me over and asked if I’m happily married or just married.”

Janie looks Sue over too. “And you were dressed like that?”

Sue nods. She’s grinning, kind of gleefully.

Janie shakes her head. “And where did this happen, pray tell?”

Sue fills her in on the introduction over the fence and the ice tea.

“I can have the neighbours over for a cool drink, though – surely?”

“Is he still out there?” Janie’s peeping from the kitchen window. “Oh, my God. He’s hot.”

“Janie!”

“Oh, don’t worry. He’s busy shovelling concrete.… What a hunk! Nice going, Peggy Sue.”

Sue peeps over her incorrigible friend’s shoulder. “Shit!”

“What?”

“He took his shirt off…. That’s not even fair,” she whines.

“Well, we should too,” Janie says, craning her neck as Cal walks behind the edge of the house and out of view. “We should go for a swim and sunbathe.” She checks her watch. “It’s only midday. We’ve got hours until the kids get out of school.”

“What do you mean, we should? Do you mean to show off for them?”

Of course that is what Janie means. She’s a terrible flirt.

She turns to face Sue. “Take those off. You’re not wearing shorts.”

“But do you think we should?”

I want to. I think I called Janie for this exact reason. She always pushes me out of my comfort zone.

Janie’s eyes roll. “Of course we should. He said he’s only going to be around for a week, didn’t he? And you’re going to miss out on a chance to get a bit of attention at least? Get real, Sue. This is perfect. This is clean, honest fun.” She takes Sue’s hand. “Come on – you have to lend me a bikini too. Plus we need sunscreen. It’s hot out there today, and I don’t want to burn.”

The two women have a similar build. Sue gives Janie a blue chequered bikini to wear, and pulls on the bottoms of her white one. They apply the sunscreen in the kitchen and take a couple of big beach towels outside. The guys are resting on their back deck with beers. Sue glances and smiles. Their heads lift with interest.

The pool is in-ground with a concrete boarder. There’s a patch of grass next to the fence where the girls leave their towels. Sometimes they lie on the other side of the pool to sunbathe, but that would be too far away from the men, Sue has decided. Janie is obviously thinking that as well. She raises her eyebrows cheekily.

They wade into the pool, which is only waist deep – for the kids. While they float around chatting, the men resume work in their yard. It’s a clear view through the fence. Sue can’t keep her eyes off Cal as he shovels up piles of dirt and wheels it away in his barrow. His muscles are flexing and quivering. His skin is glistening with sweat.

He’s just eye candy. It’s perfectly reasonable to enjoy watching a muscular, shirtless guy working. There’s nothing unfaithful in that.

“Plus you know Josh has eyes too,” Janie tosses in when Sue explains what she’s thinking. “He even checks me out when I come over for a swim.”

Janie doesn’t know the extent of Josh’s interest in other women. Sue has never confided much about it to her. She once overheard her husband telling a male friend how he only hires attractive chicks at the shop, which seems to be true – they are all slender, pretty young girls employed there. He’s also embarrassingly obvious at the beach, so much so that Sue avoids going these days.

I’m dreading the day Cynthia grows up and starts bringing teen girlfriends home. I know Josh wouldn’t go so far as to actually do anything, but I’m not looking forward to him ogling and making everyone uncomfortable.

Josh really is too wimpy to be bad, though. He’s no worse than his friends – just a typical guy checking out girls – which of course makes this alright.

Janie motions to the towels, biting a smile, and with her big brown eyes wide. Their shirtless Adonis is working along the fence now, spreading and turning the soil in the garden there. He goes inside to answer a phone. The girls quickly get set up.

“I’m glad I did my bikini line last night,” Sue says, adjusting her pants.

“Me too…. Are you going to show him your front first?”

Sue giggles. “Janie! Tart!”

“Dude! How much did you shave off? Is that a landing strip?”

Sue plucks a bit more at her pants. She’s dark-haired down there, and it’s almost visible through the wet white fabric. “Can you see that much?”

“Yeah, but that’s good. You look hot,” Janie assures. “He’s going to love it,” she adds teasingly. “Plus you’ve got the nipples going…. I love your nipples. Mine are so huge.”

Janie’s plucking at her top, fixing it just right. Sue does hers and settles back, closing her eyes. The screen-door of the neighbour’s house slams closed, and she hears footsteps approaching. She squints a peep to see Cal pick up his shovel and resume turning the garden soil. She feels his shadow.

“Hey, ladies…. Nice day for it, eh?”

His voice is deep and rich.

“Hi, Cal. This is my friend Janie.”

Janie’s beaming. “Hi!”

“Hello, Janie. Nice to meet you.” He has a quick look over them both and nods with a grin. “Don’t burn there, eh….”

Janie and Sue exchange an excited glance. Adonis resumes turning the soil. He keeps looking over at them both. He’s checking out Sue’s body quite a lot. She wants to get her bikini wet so it’s see-through again. She motions to the pool and silently mouths the words to Janie, “I’m going to get this wet again.”

Janie’s eyes widen and she smiles. “Slut!”

“I know,” Sue whispers back. “You’re a bad influence.”

Sue lowers into the cool water and can’t resist a little rub of her pussy. She actually did shave to a very narrow strip of pubic hair, which feels nice – sexy. She emerges from the water dripping. Cal is looking at her, but she keeps her gaze averted. He’s looking at her legs. She reaches back and wrings her hair, with his eyes lifting to her boobs. Her nipples are tight again, of course, and visible through the almost translucent fabric.

She kneels on her towel, still facing the gorgeous man watching her. She plucks at her pants. Her landing strip is certainly visible through them, and they’re creasing into her a little bit. She tugs the waist up and exaggerates that for the guy. He’s staring now, blatantly. She glances and meets his smile.

“Got a second, Cal?” Roach calls from the back door.

Cal flashes another smile and actually winks at Sue as he turns and walks away.

Sue glares at Janie. “Oh, my God!”

Janie’s glaring back. “He totally winked at you. The dirty dog!”

They both giggle. Sue lies down beside her girlfriend. They’re on their bellies this time. Sue feels reasonably confident about having her bottom checked out, as she’s sure it will be in a minute.

“Undo your top,” Janie says. She’s pulling the knot at the back of hers.

“Are you serious?”

“Come on – you don’t want tan lines.” She undoes Sue’s top as well.

Sue lets her.

I feel a bit unsure about this, but as long as I remain lying flat, I guess….

Janie closes her eyes. Her head is resting upon her folded arms. Sue can see the side of her boob. Janie shifts, straightening her towel, and Sue sees her nipple. Janie has both strings undone. The one around Sue’s neck is still tied, but as a flurry of excitement filters through her, she undoes it and lets her bikini top fall away.

Janie opens an eye. She’s grinning. “Should we take them off completely?”

“No way!”

“I will if you will, Peggy Sue.”

“Janie!”

“Why? No one else can see – only him.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never gone topless,” Sue argues.

“He’s topless,” Janie points out. “Why shouldn’t we?”

“Because!”

The idea is thrilling. I’m not brave enough to actually do it.

“Because, why?” Janie persists. She’s giggling now.

“You’re teasing, aren’t you?…….”

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Going on about love after 5 minutes…

Beauty Skin Deep

Kate was pleased to be accompanied by others struggling to learn the steps. The lesson began with men lined up together and women lined up opposite. There was no touching. It was just a matter of following the steps to learn the pattern of movement. One two three, one two three. It was quite simple really, and Kate was soon walking through the eighteen step routine that zigzagged along the wall.

When it was time to take partners, that silly tingle in her belly returned. Her eye level was in line with that damned dimply chin, and Ben’s hand closed over hers as another big, warm paw pressed against her back. And she forgot the steps immediately.

“Are you ready?” he asked as the music started.

“Uh huh,” was all Kate could offer in reply, and the hand upon her back firmed, and she was drawn close to that powerful frame. She then completely surrendered as control of her body was taken from her. And she was rising and falling to the music and being swept along in a dizzy haze that took her breath away.

“Are you okay?” Ben asked softly. He seemed to be there in the cloud with her.

“Uh huh…” Kate uttered again.

“You’re doing very well.”

Kate wasn’t game to look at Ben’s face. She clung to one rippling shoulder and stared at the other one. The force of his body was against her hip, and his powerful thigh was driving between her legs and lifting her. The heat of his groin against her sex was something completely unexpected, and it was wonderful.

An hour passed in an instant, and Kate swayed against Ben’s chair while he changed his dance shoes for the boots he had worn earlier. His hand returned to her back as he guided her from the hall to his car. He opened the door for her, and she turned to him and placed her arms around his shoulders. He met her lips softly at first, but his passion was soon crushing her to his body, and she moaned into his mouth. He drew back and touched her cheek, caressing her face, and his hand moved to the back of her neck as he bent to her again.

Kate was on her toes, or perhaps her feet had left the ground. She wasn’t sure. The hand upon her back had slipped beneath her top, and she could feel its coarseness against her skin. The heat from his kiss was swirling in her head, and she clung to his hair as he mauled her neck. She was pinned against the car, his manhood rigid against her belly as he again lifted and kissed her open mouth.

“Is there a motel?” Kate asked, with her words ending as Ben’s lips again met hers, only that time he seemed a little restrained.

He smoothed hair from her face and delved into her eyes. He kissed her again, softly. “I’m a little out of practice.”

“Oh? I hadn’t noticed.” Kate held the man’s eyes. They wavered but quickly regained their intensity.

He kissed her again, deeply and with more tenderness and control that time. Kate responded, though she suddenly felt unsure, and her confusion was leading her beyond the heat of the moment. She wanted to know what he was thinking. He lifted and took to fiddling with her hair at her shoulder. He seemed to be struggling with something, and she waited.

After a long moment of silence, in which passion almost audibly faded, Ben looked up with a light, disarming smile. “I haven’t made love to a woman since Sylvia.”

Kate understood the significance of that statement immediately. She recoiled inwardly. “Love? Who said anything about making love, cowboy?”

His smile broadened with a hint of resignation. “Yeah, I know. Lame, huh?”

She had begun fiddling with the front of his shirt. The thought of the housewives of Goran Vale flashed to mind. “No, it’s actually quite sweet, but it’s not very realistic.”

He lifted her chin and smoothed hair from her face. He kissed her again, softly yet confidently. “Oh, it’s realistic. It’s just too soon for a word like that.”

He wasn’t reading her at all.

“We should go. It’s getting late, and I have jobs tomorrow before I leave.” Kate got in the car and closed the door. Ben stood for a moment then walked around and got in the other side. “Can we skip the restaurant and stop at that roadhouse again?” she asked.

He nodded and drove off. It was a good fifteen minutes before he spoke. “I’m sorry, Kate. I didn’t mean to spook you.”

“Well, you did spook me, cowboy—going on about love after five minutes.”

Ben smiled. “I know. I can usually go a good ten minutes before bringing that up too. It’s a form of premature ejaculation.”

Kate laughed. “Speaking of—that! You know what we could have been doing right now if you weren’t such a sap, don’t you?”

“I know. Damn it. I think there’s a motel just up ahead, though.”

“Nope. Too late. Moment’s passed, and all I want is a steak sandwich now……”

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April 1985

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They called them the soccer field bones:

Her head bumped across the corrugations in the floor of the late sixties Valliant station wagon. The corrugations were two inches apart, with the aperture about a quarter of an inch deep. It was enough to make her head bounce over each ridge as she was being pulled from the open tail-gate of the rusty old vehicle, her body still warm from life and, as yet, soft and pliable.

Her long brown hair left streaks of blood on the cold metal surface. Her head clunked over the hinged gap where the tail-gate joined the corrugated floor. It slid more quickly as her body slumped, and her head then landed in the mud with a wet thud.

She was dragged along steadily. She was fairly light—a slight girl. She was only twenty-three, and would always be.

Her white uniform was stained with brown grime from a grubby kitchen floor and watered down blood. She had been left outside in the rain for a while before being dragged up into the back of the Valliant wagon. It was still raining, lightly yet steadily, the drops washing her young white skin. The skirt of her uniform was bunched up her back and above her waist, exposing her thighs and hips. Her underpants were around her waist with the crotch slashed. Two buttons from the front of her uniform were still lying in the grime on that kitchen floor. Her bra was cut in the middle in front. Her uniform covered her right breast, the light, steady rain washing saliva from her left.

Her hair slithered through the mud as she was dragged along by her bare ankles: Her shoes and stockings were back on that grubby kitchen floor, one shoe resting on its side against the stove, the other right-side-up in the doorway to the lounge. Her stockings were on a round cane mat in front of the sink, but one leg was protruding onto the polished wooden floor surface and was, right then, soaking up a trickle from a pool of her blood.

She was dragged through leaves and twigs, and her body slumped into a hole in the ground. The hole was about three feet in depth, the bottom a few inches deep with rain water. She was on her right side with her left leg crossed forward and her left arm slung back. A leather boot pressed against her hip, rolling her onto her back. Her head remained to the right with her mouth and eyes open. Raindrops went into her mouth, and they splashed off her glazed eyeballs. A shovel full of mud, gritty with tiny pebbles, landed on her belly—on her white uniform. The next shovel full of mud and twigs and leaves landed on her upper chest and neck.

Her torso was covered first, then her mouth and eyes. Her long brown hair was still strewn above her head as it was slopped with mud. Her left leg was still bent up slightly as her thighs were buried. Her right arm was wedged beneath her body. Her left arm was above her head, and her left hand was the last part of her young body to be covered, the leather boot pressing down, forcing it into the mud less than two feet from the ground surface.

Over the next half hour the hole was steadily filled, then patted down and covered with wet leaves, an arrangement of eight small rocks and a dead tree branch. The leather boots then trudged off through the mud toward the Valliant wagon. Then the engine roared and the rusty old vehicle rolled away into the night.

It was well into the night, close to dawn of the 17th of April 1985. The air was cool, yet the rain clouds had kept the temperature mild for a southern autumn. As the sun lightened the clouds, the rain eased and left a mist hanging in the air above the grave site. The ground was soaked, and with the clouds dissipating that afternoon a short burst of sunlight made the air steamy.

The day was short, though, and it rained again that night, but on into the winter months the soggy earth covering the young woman’s body gradually compacted and leached of water. The dead tree branch remained in place, although it was essentially out of place. There were no trees nearby, and it had been dragged there purposefully.

There were shrubs and vines. There was a thicket of prickles that kept children well away as they walked from the back of the school, across the creek to the local swimming pool. The dead branch was from a gum tree a hundred yards distant. It took several years to lose its leaves and for those leaves to blow away or disintegrate into the mat of undergrowth that had covered the grave.

In September 1990 an eleven year old boy picked up the stick that was the remains of the gum tree branch and took it with him. He snapped twigs off it to fashion a spear and chased after his little sister, trying to poke her with it before tossing it at a magpie that swooped from the tree line along the creek. In July of 1992 a man stood by the gravesite and urinated into the thicket of prickles. He then walked off, kicking one of the small stones and treading on the ground directly above the pelvis of the young woman buried there. Her flesh had blended into the earth by then, and the fabric of her uniform was rotten and brittle. It had all but dissolved. Her hair was fossilised into the leached clay. Her bones were intact. The remaining three plastic buttons from her uniform were inside her abdominal cavity where the clay had caved in. There was a gold friendship ring on the bone of her right ring finger.

In April 1994, the thicket and the remaining seven small rocks were swept away by the blade of a bulldozer, clearing the area for the development of a sporting field. The following summer the ground was cultivated and fertilized, a healthy coverage of grass nurtured along. It was a local council project that struggled for funding, though, and another two years passed before a three foot high mesh fence was erected about ten yards away from the gravesite. Beyond the fence was a soccer field with children training weekday afternoons and games on weekends.

The gravesite was close to the corner of the field, away from the seating area. A tin amenities building had been constructed where the thicket used to be, which protected the ground above the young woman’s remains to some extent. Occasionally someone would walk around behind the building but not often. In the summer of 2004 a new brick amenities building was constructed, though. It was to upgrade and replace the tin structure, and a machine was brought in one Monday morning to dig a trench to run a water line to the new building.

The water line was to run directly through the grave site. The PVC pipe was to be buried at a depth of two feet. The small machine roared into place. The trenching blade sunk into the earth, digging its way down to the required depth. The young operator flicked his smoke away and guided the machine forward. He dug from the wall of the old amenities building straight toward the corner of the new one. The blade of the machine churned the damp clay, spewing it aside as it crawled directly through the length of the gravesite. It missed bone completely. It unearthed it, though. It exposed a part of Grace McKenna’s skull, her ribs and pelvis, and her right leg……

From the Mystery loves Romance novel Ever Since April