Mandy

This is the first Chapter of Mandy

Mary

It was the summer of 1945, and she was going to be married. Mary was

twenty-four years of age……

Born into a Christian family, with a sister two years older, her mother did

what mothers did and looked after the home and her father worked at a

local iron works. He worked long, tiring hours and when he came home, he

expected everything to be right. Food on the table, house clean. Sam’s life

was uncomplicated. Things were either right or wrong. No in between, no

shades, no nuances. In his spare time, he grew Chrysanthemums in his

greenhouse, winning Best in Class at the local Flower Show every year,

and played his small pedal organ in the lounge.

And so Mary’s life, whilst looked after in every practical sense, was

emotionally severe. You were either right or wrong, but you had better be

right.

And she wanted to escape that, whatever that was. She didn’t really know

anything else, but she knew this little house, with these little people, their

little rules and their little horizons were not for her. She needed to escape.

But how? She wasn’t that bright. Didn’t have influential friends. Didn’t have

anything really except a nice smile and a nice body which, at that point,

unused as it was, it hadn’t dawned on her was an entrée to anything.

She went to a Church dance on a winters evening with her sister and

friends from work at the battery factory. She was seventeen. Seven until

ten and you had better be back at ten past. Not fifteen minutes past. You

were either right or wrong.

Her sister Alice was quite pretty, well Alice thought so and, apparently, so

did some of the pathetic boys. One of them, a very good looking, some

thought, boy had caught her eye a few months earlier and they had kissed

and that was that. Pathetic.

Halfway through the evening she met Kenneth. Not exactly met,

encountered really. She was with her friends, talking to him and his friends

and when he moved closer to her, she felt his hand go up her skirt to her

pants. She instantly pulled away and glared at him, but he just smiled a

leering smile. Upset, she left and went home. Telling her parents she had

an upset tummy she went to bed. Later that night, struggling to sleep, as

she revisited what had happened, she realised that his touch had started

something. She didn’t know what but as she put her hand between her

legs, she felt sensations that she hadn’t known existed….

She went back the next week and when she saw him, she smiled. When

he stood by her and put his hand up her skirt she didn’t move. And when

he slipped it inside her knickers and put his finger in her, she still didn’t …..