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“This is one of my favourite pictures of my wife.”I pulled out my phone and showed Jake the scan I had of us after her graduation ceremony. I was lifting her in the air and kissing her neck. She had run up to me after the awards and her father had captured the moment. Nicola had a look of sheer joy on her face but was also trying not to lose her mortarboard or drop her degree certificate.Jake laughed, “It reminds me a little of when I graduated, though no one lifted me up quite like that. What did she study and where?”“She was at Cambridge studying law,” I said and know that my chest puffed up. It always did when talking about her or Olivia. I was proud of what both had achieved.“Wow! I guess from there she went to one of the big firms in London.”“She did, but only for a few months. She hated it. She found this small husband and wife firm in Princes Risborough that had only been running a few years. They were looking for someone to train in a number of different aspects from property to family to criminal law. They let her try her hand at any and everything and have supported her all the way; she’s been with them ever since. So if you ever get in the… I know the name of a good solicitor.” We both laughed.~~~~~After we returned from our week away, there was not much time before Nicola was due to start at Cambridge and both of us expressed regrets but also reinforced that she must go. I went with her parents when they took her and we all helped get her settled in, however it was a very quiet drive home. When they dropped me off, both her mum and dad got out of the car. Her mum hugged me and held me for a few seconds. What surprised me was when I shook her dad’s hand, he also pulled me into a hug.“It’ll be alright, son. Whenever we go up to see her, you’re always welcome to join us and I’m sure you’ll pop up on your own from time to time too. It doesn’t seem like it, but those three years will fly by.”It was a couple of weeks later, I had come in from the pub and put on the television while I had a coffee. I was not really watching it, but there was a late-night show about adult activities across Europe. It still amazes me that it was hosted by then one of the top fashion designers of the time. One article suddenly grabbed my attention and with it, a plan started to form in my head.I found an art supply shop in the town where I worked and went down there during my lunch break to buy what I needed. It was that afternoon that I got called into Mr Armstrong’s office. At the time I was still the most junior in the office and to say I was nervous about being called into the owner’s office would have been like saying the universe started with a little pop.“Go right in David,” his secretary said and smiled as I walked into the outer office.“David, my boy!” Mr Armstrong sounded far from angry, but it did not relax me in the slightest. “Come in. Sit, sit!”I did as instructed and perched my bum on the edge of one of his chairs.“Please relax, David, I wanted to have a chat with you about your future with the company. You’ve been with us, if you include your time washing dishes, for five years. The last three of them here at head office.“I’ll be honest with you, I like what I see and also see a bright future for you with the company. To really fulfil that future, I think you need more experience; not specifically in the offices, that will come. No, I think you need to get out and try working in the hotels and all the different departments.“I’ll let you into a secret, there are people that you Anadolu Yakası Escort deal with on occasion that know you used to pot wash and already prefer to talk to you than some of your more senior colleagues. The reason for that is they know that you know what it’s like to be in the heat of the kitchen in the middle of service.”I was still all a little shocked at what Mr Armstrong was saying to me and the final statement just about tipped me over the edge. I was now wondering whether there would be a punch line.“Erm…” was the best I could muster.Mr Armstrong laughed and continued, “It’s okay David, my timing is quite specific. That young lady of yours, Nicola, she’s off to Cambridge this year?” He had met Nicola at the last three summer picnics.“Yes, Sir. In fact, we, I mean her parents and I dropped her off the weekend before last.”“Hold on to her and fight for her with tooth and nail, she’s headed for good things.”“Oh, I intend to, Sir.”“Good lad. As I said, my timing is quite specific. I want you to spend the next few years going around branches and working in different areas. I want you to learn how to run the different aspects from cooking and cleaning to reception and management.“I’m afraid I’m going to ruin your Christmas and New Year this year because I want you to go to the White Hart, which isn’t so bad as it’s close to your home and learn to work the kitchen and restaurant for the next six months. You’ll spend a few weeks in each area, including Christmas Eve and Day and New Year’s Eve. The last shift you’ll work there is Mother’s Day and I want you waiting tables then.”“Erm okay, Sir.”“Don’t look so worried, I’ve asked the manager to ensure you get a couple of long weekends and you’ll get several days off over Christmas so you’ll be able to keep up with Nicola. I think of it like this, I want to bring you along and the only way that will happen is if you’re happy. If what I do ends up with you and Nicola splitting up, the last thing you will be is happy. Any questions?”“Isn’t Mother’s Day the busiest day of the year in the restaurants?”“Exactly, I reckon if you start waiting tables just before Valentine’s, although that’s busy, it’s mainly because of the number of tables, all twos, rather than the number of covers; by the time you get to Mother’s Day, exactly a month later, I would hope you would be able to just about cope with a section of your own.“Next day, you’ll come into the offices,” he put his hand up to halt my objections. “I know, I’m a hard taskmaster, but you get in for noon and we’ll have a lunch meeting with a couple of the area managers. You can feedback to them and Mark, who covers the White Hart, will be getting feedback about you. He’ll let us know how you got on. After that we can arrange your next placement and then you can have a couple of weeks off over Easter.” He finished with a wink.We discussed a few more details and I worked with his secretary to finalise a bit more and then my day was done.That evening, I locked myself in my room and began working on my plan. First thing was the Penthouse magazine, looking at the pictures, reading some stories but I became a bit sad missing Nicola. It was thinking of her and looking forward to meeting up with her in a few weeks that actually had a better effect than the magazine. A trick I had learnt about came next and with a shoelace, I tied myself off. I then used skills picked up from Blue Peter, it made me laugh thinking of John Noakes doing something like Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan this. I took strips of wet newspaper and wrapped them around my cock. When it was fully covered, I got some plaster of Paris and coated it around the newspaper and then I sat there.A few minutes later, there was a knocking at the door and my mum was asking about dinner. In a panic, I ran to the door and held it shut, but in my panic, the mould fell off and broke on the floor.“Is everything okay, dear?” Mum asked.“Yes, Mum, it’s fine, just er, working on something for Nic.”“Oh, that’s nice. Well, dinner will be about an hour, I’ll give you a shout then.”“Thanks, Mum.”I listened as she went downstairs again and set about peeling off the remaining paper, then tearing up some more and putting it into soak before whipping up a new batch of plaster of Paris. I repeated the process and when it was fully set, I undid the lace and pulled and nothing. It took a moment to figure out what was going on and a couple of minutes trying to picture my grandmother naked had the desired effect and the cast slipped off.While I left the cast to fully set, I had a shower and cleaned off all of the residue. The next task was mixing up and pouring a liquid silicone mix into the newly made mould. The mix had to be thick enough so that it set properly throughout, but it had to be liquid enough to fill every part of the mould without or at least with minimal air bubbles. This achieved, I needed to store it somewhere warm and dry and most importantly where my mother would not find it.Over dinner that evening, I told my parents of Mr Armstrong’s plans for me. My mother was a little apprehensive in her congratulations as this would eventually lead to my first time living away from home, even though that would not be happening for almost a year. My father, on the other hand, thought it was fantastic news that boded well for my future.The following day I got in from work and went to check on my project. I tried to remove the silicon from the mould but could not, so I borrowed a junior hacksaw and carefully cut through the plaster of Paris. The end product had a few rough edges, but these were soon filed off with a little light sandpaper and I then sat back, pleased with the result of my work.Every day going to and from work, I passed a tennis club; it was on the third day after my creation was brought into existence that an idea occurred to me and I stopped on my way home. There were a few people about and one girl about my age walked up to me after a few minutes.“Hi there, can I help you with something?”“It may sound a bit odd, but you know the tubes that balls come in?”She nodded.“What do you do with them? Do the balls go back in or…” I did not know how to finish my question.“It’s a bit of a mix, people mostly bring their own balls, but some of the club ones get retubed. Eventually we will throw them out though.”“Would it be okay to grab one?” I asked.The girl showed me where they put the waste balls and tubes and told me to help myself and walked away as I thanked her. I did not see her again when I left the club and when I got home I put the silicone in the tube and then sealed it and wrapped it in wrapping paper.The next week I started at the White Hart and was working five days out of seven, including weekends. Over the next month, I was kept very busy but made sure to call Nicola once a week. It was after a long tiring month that I was given a long weekend and on Escort Anadolu Yakası that Friday, late morning saw me on the A420 heading north-east.The drive was very straight forward and I was ahead of the traffic most of the way so that I ended up arriving at the park and ride about half an hour before I expected. By the time I had parked my car, there was a bus waiting, so I jumped aboard and bought a weekend ticket. From where the bus dropped me off, it was about a fifteen-minute walk to Nicola’s college accommodation and as I rounded the corner into her road, I saw her sitting on the steps outside. Standing in front of her was what looked like a giant of a man, though at first, I thought it may just have been the perspective.I slowed my pace and kept a close watch on them. They were deep in conversation and Nicola did not notice me. I saw her shake her head a few times and then she stood up. The person talking to her still towered over her and she was standing on the first step. When he put a hand on her arm, my pulse quickened and I had the urge to run, but what if it was something she was going to explain to me? What if it was something completely different? Thoughts rushed through my head and I had several urges all at once; without distinction, I wanted to attack him, shout at her, protect her and turn and walk away. Faced with these conflicting thoughts my brain did the only reasonable thing and gave up. I stopped walking and just stared at them.All of this must have happened in the blink of an eye, as Nicola pushed his arm away almost as soon as he had touched her and I could clearly make out what she was saying.“Thank you, but no! I said it once, I’ll say it again, no!”I started moving again and as I was getting closer, I crossed to the same side as them. This had two effects, it closed the angle between Nicola and me so unless she actually looked around it was unlikely she would see me and I could now hear his voice clearly.“I understand no, what I don’t understand is why.”“I don’t need to say why, no should be all you need. Now listen very carefully, I’ve said it before but you obviously were not listening. I have a boyfriend who I love. I was more than happy to be friends with you, but that’s obviously not good enough…”“Your boyfriend doesn’t have to know.”“No, you are absolutely right,” Nicola leant forward and reached up and put a hand on his cheek. “But I would know. Look there are loads of young women here, why me?”By this time, I was standing next to the steps, but I didn’t say anything, up close he had a couple of inches on me but did not seem that much bigger. He noticed me as Nicola asked her last question.“Yes? What? What are you looking at?”“Dave!” Nicola flew into my arms, the other person now forgotten.Her lips pressed against mine and though our mouths remained closed, this was one of the most passionate kisses we had shared. When we broke off, I held her in a hug but looked over her shoulder.“Beautiful, isn’t she?” I taunted.He gave me a filthy look and walked away.“Friend of yours?”“He was, idiot. I told him and everyone that’s asked me out…”“Everyone? There’s been a lot then?”Nicola blushed.”Hey, you can’t help being the most gorgeous person on the planet.”“Stop it,” she said and hit me at the same time.“Well, you are to me,” which got me a peck on the cheek.Nicola took my hand and told me to go with her. I knew that Newnham College did not have guest rooms and I was not allowed into hers, but I soon found out what she was up to. I must admit to feeling a little set up as I walked, no, was dragged into the guest lounge. Several heads turned as we entered, all looking expectantly at us as I was pulled to the gallows. I soon was introduced to this group of friends and sitting awaiting the cross-examination while Nicola got me a drink.The first comment was, “So you’re the mythical Dave?”
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