The story so far…
Squire Teflon has offered to help Mistress Bones with funding for her dream to bring a world record beating Olympic-sized combined swimming pool and ice rink to Smalltown, in return for a favour or two..
Chapter Two.
Sat in his car in the S&M carpark he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. “That will do.” he said, patting the top of her head.
She sat back up in her seat beside him and ran the back of her hand over her mouth. “Thank you.“
“You obviously didn’t have any trouble finding it.”
“It was a little bit difficult to spot but I found it eventually. Now about my plan?”
“How much do you need?”
“I think £16k should do it.”
“£16k? That’s quite a lot of money. I don’t have that sort of money, but I know where we can get it very easily. Those fools, my fellow councillors, will be sure to give you a grant from council funds if I tell them to. But we must keep this affair between us. It won’t look good if people know we are an item – conflicts of Interest and all that. We mustn’t breathe a word to anyone. This will be our secret.”
Later than evening she spoke to her friends.
“I think I’m in love.”
“Oh, Mistress Bones, I thought there was something going on. You seem so different, so carefree and I can see a sparkle in your eyes”
“I know” she giggled, “He’s just so wonderful. I don’t know what the attraction is, maybe it’s the promise of power and funding?”
“Yes, you’ve been acting like a love-sick teenager. It’s quite nauseating to watch.”
“He’s promised to get the council to give me the money for my World record beating, Olympic sized combined swimming pool and ice rink, which I’m hoping will attract people to my shop. He really is the BEST.”
“Oh, that’s great news, isn’t it?”
“And he wants me to leave my fiance and for us to be together. We can’t give anything away tho.”
“Don’t worry – I won’t tell a soul.”
To be continued…