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Anne looked in the window of the Antiques shop, just about over the shock of seeing those two young lads. She admired a Grandfather clock that stood within the shop, and a beautiful dressing table. She then noticed the shop owner glaring at her from inside. She entered the shop and quite confidently smiled and said ‘Good morning’. The man nodded, and responded with more of a grimace than a smile but replied ‘Good morning’.
‘You have some beautiful pieces of furniture.’ she told him. He grimaced again, and replied ‘Thank you Miss’.
This wasn’t the warmest of welcomes, so she persisted. ‘How rude of me, ‘ she went on. ‘My name is Anne Bradshaw. I’ve just moved in to the property on Cross Keys Crescent with my son David.’
‘Oh, I see.’ He rather coldly said. ‘And is your son a proper boy?’ He strangely asked.
‘I beg your pardon?’ she asked him quite abruptly, as she was finding him rather indignant.
‘I mean, he dresses normally?’ He asked her again.
‘What are you implying?’ She asked again, this time round she was quite annoyed.
‘I’m sorry’. He told her. ‘But this Village isn’t what it used to be’. He said.
‘What do you mean?’ Anne asked, now feeling somewhat nervous.
‘Oh, not since those wretched Scarlett sisters took the place over. They live up in the Mansion on the Hill Top. More money than sense.’ He said.
‘But what has that got to do with my son?’ she asked him.
‘You haven’t seen anything unusual yet?’ He asked her.
Not really’. She replied ‘Oh, apart from two young lads dressed up as girls. Obviously going to some kind of fancy dress party. They were dressed, you know, way over the top, in frilly dresses, and loads of make up. But nothing else I would call unusual..’ She told him.
‘Believe me Miss’, he told her. ‘They were not going to a fancy dress party. They dress like that all the time. They are the Grayling twins. Christopher and Michael.’
‘Oh right’, she said. ‘Well that is rather peculiar perhaps. And they looked ridiculous. Rather inappropriate I thought for a village like this.’ She said.
Believe me Miss’. The shopkeeper told her. ‘They all dress like that. All the boys in this village.’
Anne studied the man carefully. He was sounding like some nut, she thought to herself. But now she was curious. ‘Tell me more.’ She asked him.
The following morning Anne decided to leave David in bed, and have a ride out to check out their new surroundings a little better. Perhaps call in at the little shops on the main street and introduce herself. She didn’t want to be a stranger for long. She had tried to wake David, but mornings were not his best time, and he’d rather grumpily pulled his duvet over his head. She had tip-toed out of his bedroom and left. As she drove through the village she felt a sense of great comfort. ‘It’s such a beautiful little place.’ she said to herself. She was now sure that both she and David would be very happy here. But as she turned her car on to the Main Street she saw something which made her do a double take. Thankfully she was parking up outside the Antiques store, or she may have bumped the car. She looked again , and couldn’t quite believe her eyes. She saw what appeared to be two young teenage boys, dressed in frilly dresses, heels and wearing ribbons, and stockings, kissing one another. There was no doubt they were males, as their dresses were so short revealing bulging panties. Anne put her hand to her mouth, at first quite shocked, but then couldn’t help but laugh. The boys then began walking past her car, as Anne looked on, and they walked in such an over the top mincing fashion, she couldn’t help but guffaw. Obviously, thought Anne, they must be attending some kind of Fancy Dress ball. Nevertheless it was possibly the last thing she expected to see in such a quiet little village such as this. ‘How short were their dresses?’ She mused to herself. ‘My God you could see everything.’ She pulled herself together and got out of her car. She then watched the two boys wiggle and mince out of sight.
‘All I want is for you to be happy David’ she told her son. However, Anne was slightly concerned as David had ambitions to enlist at a Naval College down in Portsmouth. He’d finished sitting his A Levels and was now awaiting a good set of results so he could apply. She had attempted to talk him out of it. Many times. But David had insisted he did need to find his own way in life eventually. ‘But David you will need nor want for nothing’, she had told him. ‘I will put at least £50 million pounds in your bank account as soon as you turn 18. I will buy you a house, a car, anything you want.’ But he bemoaned his Mother’s pleas. ‘Mum, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life doing nothing. I need a challenge and I need to strive for something. I’ve always wanted to have a career at sea.’
Of course Anne would keep trying to dissuade him whenever the subject came up, but she feared she would eventually lose him to the Navy. That first night in their new home, Anne laid awake worrying about David. All she wanted to do was pamper him, spoil him, protect him at all costs. ‘My God!’ she said to herself, ‘I would do anything to keep him here. Anything’.
The house was perfect. Idyllic. Just right for the pair of them. A Mother completely devoted to her son. She had decided he would want for nothing. She had been fortunate. Her Grandfather had recently passed away. The Owner of an International Communications business, her ageing father having taken over, he left an estimated fortune of £27 billion pounds. Anne had inherited a vast amount of money. Over £150 million. She could have afforded to buy a palace, or two, but she knew a house of this size was manageable, with five bedrooms, four bathrooms and ample sized rooms downstairs. She’d spent a fortune on it, having employed the services of landscape gardeners and interior designers. She wanted everything to be just perfect for her son.
David had just turned 17. Although he looked much younger. He could easily have passed for 14. His father had often accused her of spoiling him, pampering him. ‘He’s more like a girl than a boy’, he would say in his usual snide fashion. His father had come sniffing around again when he’d heard about the inheritance. Anne had sent him packing. David hated his father. He only had eyes for his Mother whom he idolised. It was mutual. Anne had spent hundreds thousands of pounds on designing David’s bedroom. And when David entered the house for the first time he was more than impressed with it, and upon entering his bedroom, his Mum stood behind him and gently placed her palms over his eyes, before slowly revealing his luxurious new room.
When Anne Bradshaw arrived in Girdleton with her son David, she was more than relieved. The divorce had been lengthy and complicated, and now she could devote all of her time to her precious boy. She had wanted them both to escape to the countryside, away from the madding crowds of the city. Some where quiet, quaint, picturesque. Girdleton had fitted the bill perfectly. It was your typical picture postcard English village; surrounded by lush meadows, woodland and rolling hills. The main street had a row of little shops, including a Post Office, a bakers, and an Antique store. Then a row of thatched roof cottages, as you turned the bend to the church, with its square bell tower and small unassuming graveyard. Then a little further on, the hub of the village. The village green, with small duck pond, and the village pub, The Stuffed Mallard overlooking it. Up Cox’s Hill, and Anne turned left and on to Cross Keys Crescent, there was the lovely house she had bought for them both.
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An English Sissy Village 1 When Anne Bradshaw arrived in Girdleton with her son David, she was more than relieved. The divorce had been lengthy and complicated, and now she could devote all of her time to her precious boy. She had wanted them both to escape to the countryside, away from the madding crowds of the city.
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