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5 finding life`s partner

... furniture and personal items were soon moved that afternoon by Peter, the old chap that ran the second hand shop in the village, with his ancient van. So by Monday evening he had moved his belongings in a huge pile in his sitting room the a****ls now in their respective runs not used since well before the chauffer passed away. It was the Wednesday when they were at dinner when Ursula asked about Tim`s mother, Teasing from him the story of how his mother realising how nervous the lad was, had removed him from the school. He said Mother had said it was from “the clutches of the other c***dren who had teased him mercilessly about his foot.” She had “taken advantage” of the situation, firstly by masturbation at 15 and later with full blown Intercourse on the day he had had an 18th birthday. He said they “had been like man and wife since then; she had been 52 when it all started and it had gone on for thirty odd lovely years when she passed away.” It had been an open secret in the village for years; Ursula remembered the comment by Paula all those weeks ago. They sat in compatible silence, consuming their apple pie and custard, the cogs in Ursula`s head whirling round, as she eyed her new house mate, hungrily. “When was the last time you slept with someone?” She asked boldly. Tim coloured up and his voice, near a whisper he said that it had been “two years since the last time and he doubted if he would ever be lucky enough again he being so shy with women.” Ursula remarked that ...

... “for her it was nine years, and she did understand,” she went on to say “he was not shy with her now, so why he was with other women she could not understand”, but the moment was past and Tim was off back to work in the garden in an instant. At tea that day Tim was fairly quiet, Ursula, felt it was not the time to add fuel to his fire so said not a lot. They went their separate ways after tea, till she knocked his flat door and told him to come and join her knowing his radio was so far not working. They sat together in her sitting room, he on the old sofa and her in her wing chair, as the sun set over the bay, watching a TV quiz show in black and white by the light of the wood fire. Tim was soon proving surprisingly good at general knowledge, seemingly better read than his simple yokel appearance would lead anyone to believe. Ursula was impressed, perhaps there was more to Tim than she had expected. The quiz came to an end; sharing fresh tea and slices of fruit cake they sat contemplating the fire. She asked him where he had learned his general knowledge and in reply he suddenly started to talk about his mother, how she had taught him from her books, that she was tall and thin, that she had at one time been the local school mistress. Ursula gently probed the relationship twix son and mother, to which Tim perhaps feeling more secure in semi darkness of the fire-lit room explained that he was so slow at school probably due to his shyness; that his mother began to teach him at ...