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391THE ENLIGHTENMENT OF TOBY TRIM 2391THE ENLIGHTENMENT OF TOBY TRIM 2Cyril came home, tired as usual, the big tractor, his home by day, needed filling the oil checking, and parking up, Beryl heard it arrive, her queue to serve his meal, Toby seeing to filling and parking the great b**st for him, a little thing he did for his dad each day since he had learnt to handle the big machine as a youngster.Little was said, hoeing a couple of fields of cabbages tended not to give a man much to talk about. Beryl being a brilliant plain cook, as usual having something tasty awaiting him. He sat to the meal, ate it with relish mopping the gravy with a slice of the fresh and crusty with the air of a man well satisfied with his lot. Apple pie and custard, the icing on the cake, well filled, our man thanked her, placing his plate in the sink. Next stop the shower, noting his wife`s wet hair. ?had your shower have you?? he raised an eyebrow, at her nighty and dressing gown, a change from the usual work-things, she answered that ?it was uncommon hot and baking had made her sweat a bit today,? he grinned, ? you will be tempting the boy in that get up, your still a tasty morsel young Beryl Trim,? he grinned, and a shudder ran through her, as she brushed him off saying, for him to ?get along with you, he wouldn?t want an old bird like me, it`s not like when we was young, at 18 I wouldn?t have trusted you with my old granny, but k**s today are not so hard up as we was!? laughing Cyril muttered that ?That was true enough, I seen Parson Blues daughter going in that old barn of Taylors, with the Baines lad, and I done remembered, us as k**s, just afore us was married my gal, and it had me sort of warm, so perhaps I might jest go for an early night if you have a mind? unbeknown to him he had luckily played right into her hands. Toby came in, just then, and together they shared a cool glass of local beer, the older man saying that ?he would soon have to diesel my own machine up, an` tis, full I spose, and oiled, I shall miss moments like this when you get a ship, boy.? He was assured it was brim full and that the radiator had been topped up, he thanked the lad, saying he didn?t really need to ask did he! ?Anyway lad, are you off down the pub tonight?? Toby laughed, ?On bloody washers dad, do have a heart! ?well tis high time I paid you for the work every evening, I think!? and with that he dropped the lad a twenty-pound note, from his wallet, with a wink that said a lot, saying he ?was going to get an early night after a shower, as he was well tired!?Not being slow on the uptake, a quick wash up and a change of shirt saw the lad on his bike, the dog running at his side once more, away to the Crown, chuckling to himself that his mum had ?struck lucky tonight,? then laughing, knowing he had got there first? Beryl and the still damp Cyril were soon at the old game, she had taken the precaution of pin-holing his condom, he not wanting k**s had taken to the form of contraception, not wanting a vasectomy, as he always had said, ?hers near the change so tis not going to be a problem for long is un, an I don?t want my balls cut about!Un-beknowing, he wore the holed rubber and like a couple of youngsters, they had some magic sex, he was going for anal, but she quickly said ?later!? and diverted him into a more conventional channel, afterwards pointing out the leaky condom, as if it was a revelation! His cry of ?Oh Bugger!? summed up the situation perfectly. He then saying that ?they should have had anal then it would not have happened!? artvin escort Beryl assured him it was ?just a minimal risk? and they soon began again, this time anally. A couple of pints later and a game of darts with old Mike, the resident barfly, he mounted the bike once more and patient dog at the side of the bike, back he went in the late evening dusk, by that time the house had become silent once more, except for Cyril `s loud and contented snores.The clatter of the alarm started the day once more, another hot one, not a cloud in the sky. Cyril his pack lunch and a couple of bottles of cold tea, set off for the distant fields, another contract, another big dusty field.Beryl as usual saw him away, a Cheshire cat smile on his face, as he set off, the cat he believed having got the cream.Beryl herself felt the same, she felt desirable, for once wanted, and by not one but by both her lusty men. She sat, a mug of tea in hand, watching the sun rise to its full height, wondering what the day and the future would hold.Yawning and stretching Toby appeared, embolden now with his mother, he came up behind her and kissed her neck, his arms sliding round her to caress her breast`s in a most friendly fashion. She pushed him from her, annoyed at the familiarity, asking if he wanted breakfast, together they tackled bacon eggs and toast, sitting in the garden to eat and enjoy the summer day before the heat got unbearable. Laughing, Toby asked if she had managed to enjoy a night of passion, last evening? He was told curtly, to mind his own, ?but? she said, ?she would now not be worried if she was pregnant, as it was, in her words ?covered!?? he looked relieved, it hadn?t been the foremost of his worries, but it had been a nagging at him in the back-ground. ?Well done you, we should have been more careful, but no harm done then!?, the remark incensed her, ? No harm, you dipstick, ok I got carried away yesterday, but if I am up the duff, that?s years of work for me, like it was with you, baby minding, then bloody school, and so on, and a lot of expense we don?t need, not to mention living a lie for ever, I have been looking forward to your leaving home in some ways, not being saddled with another millstone for the next 20 years, so if you ever get it again it will be with a condom, or some other way, and we shall be more careful!?Cheekily, he asked with a grin, ?OK, don?t get out of your pram, teach, so what`s todays lesson to be??, and was told more than a little snappily ?humility you cheeky sod, and you can do without if that?s your attitude!? the next ten minutes was spent with him generally backtracking, begging and attempting to re-ingratiate himself into her good books once more, saying he was sorry, and blaming his big mouth! He explained that he wasn`t taking anything, especially her, for granted, and wined that he only had a few days left to in which to learn a lot, even begged symbolically on his bended knee`s, but the damage was done, and she refused to just roll over and let him have her that morning, despite in actual fact herself wanting to enjoy another encounter. To make a point, she began work on her chores, sending him to the village shop for shopping, which he knew was unnecessary, but knowing when his mother was ?of a mind?, a herd of wild horses would not budge her, so accepting defeat he grudgingly, did as bid, on the old bike once more, the dog trotting at his side, and him mentally cursing himself for his thoughtlessness .It took him an hour, there and back, and escort artvin with his last bit of change from dads money, he bought her flowers, a last-ditch attempt to paper over the rift! On his return he found his mother sitting, fully dressed in her working clothes, having a coffee moment with the post-woman in the garden under the big old sunshade. The flowers were received with thanks and a kiss, but not perhaps with the passion he had hoped for, though he put that down to the visitor. He was asked by the post-woman, always a gossip, about the navy, and so on, then the coffee drunk she took her leave, the little red van trundling away leaving mother and son, to sort their differences. After a big chunk of humble pie, she slowly thawed, though he knew he needed to watch his step.Indoors once more she put the flowers in water, smiling once more, and he kissed her, this time noting with some relief that there was more passion in her side of the bargain? he did not push his luck.It was after the dinnertime snack, when he had washed up, that things took off once more, she took his hand silently, and together they mounted the stairs to the big B