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Nobody Puts Barnaby in the Corner
Date: 8/27/2024, Categories: Mature Author: byPublandlady, Source: Literotica
... all the time. Outwardly he was quite a pleasant looking young man. Admittedly, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the box but that was forgivable. His big crime against humanity was that he was as gullible as fuck. If anyone told Barnaby a sob story about a misfortune he would put his hand in his pocket straight away. You may be saying that that is not the worst trait in the world and I am inclined to agree with you. That is why I am determined to pay him back just as soon as I can. ...................................................................... Barnaby, I think that you know enough about him by now for me to use his first name only, had been sent to deliver two bottles of ginger beer to a customer three streets away from the shop, more to get him out of everybody's way than anything. It was a pleasant Summer's day so he was walking slowly. As he turned the corner from High West Street, Barnaby bumped into Colm Jeffries; literally. "Watch where you're going mummet!" said Colm, holding out his hand. Barnaby reached into his pocket and fetched out a shilling which he gave to Colm. Years before Colm would tell Barnaby some elaborate yarn about needing a shilling to rescue a litter of dead kittens or such like but now he didn't even bother with the pretence. At a point about half way further into his errand he came across an obstruction to the pavement, furniture to be precise. There was a woman sitting on a dining room chair exactly where Barnaby ...
... needed to pass. In his opinion she was older than him but younger than his mother so that made her attractive. "Is this your furniture?" he enquired of the woman. "Yes, the carter just dumped it here and then buggered off." "Are you moving it into this house so that you can live there?" "No, I'm moving it in so I can build a bonfire." "I could help you but I don't want to be here when you light it," said Barnaby. The woman laughed. She was under the impression that he had made a witty riposte to her sarcasm. "That would be very kind of you. But first of all, why don't you share your ginger beer with me. I'm parched dry." "Well, it's not actually my ginger beer. It belongs to my parents, they own the grocery shop in High West Street. I have to deliver it to a customer. Then it will belong to them. Delilah, that was the woman's name, perked up when she felt that Barnaby had connections to a source of money. "Do your old folks pay you for all this important work that you do?" "Yes, very well. Thirty-five shillings a week, sometimes more," replied Barnaby. Delilah nearly choked when she heard this, "Thirty-five bob!" "Yes, my mother loves me. She makes my father put my wages up. Father thinks that I'm a bit simple." Regaining her composure, the woman moved an ornate wooden box from the chair next to her. "Come and sit beside me and open one of those bottles. I'm sure that your mother won't mind." Barnaby rarely got such an invitation so he ...