EPISODE PROLOGUE:
"In the Spring 0f 1961 at a very expensive and exclusive girls school there are some very strange happenings occurring and Jericho Tibbs is ordered to investigate after souls go missing. So team 74 must jump back and Alexandra finds herself playing the role of school Matron, whilst young Owen must appear as his alto ego: 'Jacqueline' and go undercover as a Schoolgirl. They find some very naughty girls and a chef who who is better at sex than cooking and some gardeners who look after more than the school grounds!"
EPISODE WARNINGS:
SMOKING - ALCOHOL USE - VIOLENCE [INCLUDING SEXUAL VIOLENCE & BDSM] - STRONG LANGUAGE - GRAPHIC HARD SEX REFERENCES INCLUDING PROSTITUTION AND DIVERSE SEXUAL PRACTISES - DRUG REFERENCES - ANTI-RELIGIOUS SENTIMENTS AND OPINIONS.
HUMAN YEARS:
Gregorian Calendar: MCMLXI
Muslim Calendar: 1380 - 1381 [AH]
Hebrew calendar: 5721-5722
Christian Calendar: 1961AD
This episode specially extended and has a reading time of approximately 75 minutes.
This story can be found in "The adventures of Alexandra" BOOK SERIES 2 - Episode 8.
This episode is LINKED to the following episodes of the "ALEXANDRA" series:
NONE CURRENTLY
1. FRIDAY 5th
MAY 1961. QUEEN CHARLOTTE’S ACADEMY, KENT, ENGLAND.
“I think it’s going to piss down.” Katherine Gapp pulled the cloak around herself and held her hood. Kath’s friend Susan Toller nodded and stared up at the darkening sky; “Come on we still have a good hour before anyone will notice we’ve gone.” She said and giggled a little gripping her friend’s hand under her cloak. Both girls disliked the old fashioned cloak they had to wear and wished the school would update its dress code and include a proper coat; preferably like the ones they saw in ‘Seventeen’ magazine which one of the American girls smuggled into school on a regular basis and charged the other girls two pennies for a damn read! As Kath said; “She’s going to be a bleeding million pound heiress when she leaves next year the tight cow.” Susan had agreed totally, but still paid up to read last month’s edition.
Both girls were in the final year at the select and exclusive ‘ladies Academy’ but were still bound by the strict dress coat that the school applied regardless of age. So despite both being seventeen they had to continue wearing the same uniform that the younger girls wore; a one piece summer dress, stiff hat, sensible black shoes and white knee length socks. Even their panties were regulation; plain white cotton. The older girls [the sixteen to eighteen year olds] rebelled a bit by wearing stockings and suspenders, complete with 'naughty' knickers in the dormitory at night when unsupervised.
The girls complained about the winter uniform too; a knee-length black pleated skirt, white blouse and school tie with a black school jacket and black socks. They referred to this uniform as the ‘funeral suit’. But it was Friday afternoon and it was their turn to visit Mister Jerome Hobbs; the dashing and charming Under-Gardner who lived next door to the big glasshouse at the bottom of the south playing field. He was quite good looking with dark features; he told people his mother was Italian and his English father had met her during the war in Italy, when he drove tanks. To the girls he was better looking than Clark Gable and of course was actually available and not just an image on the silver screen.
They now hurried and pushed open the side door to the big glasshouse and almost ran through the numerous wooden shelves’ holding hundreds of pots and trays with young plants growing. At the very end was apparently a big wooden cupboard which was always locked. Only certain people knew it wasn’t a cupboard and the girls knocked on the worn and weathered doors so hard that the thing rattled and creaked, as if objecting to the abuse.
The pair giggled, making sure their hair was tidy and they each checked each other’s sparse make-up and waited. After ten minutes both girls were angry and disappointed at Jerome’s failure to appear. Reluctantly they walked slowly back through the glasshouse shouting their disappointment at each other. That’s when Kath stopped and just stared. Susan tugged at her arm and reminded her that it would ‘piss down’ soon and they best get back for afternoon tea. Then she saw the look on Kath’s face and followed her staring eyes to the floor. It was a foot sticking out from one of the big wood shelving units that held the bedding plants. Susan slowly knelt and peered under the shelf; she screamed and Kath joined her screaming and the pair ran from the glasshouse; still screaming as the late spring rain started to fall.
Jerome Hobbs would not be entertaining any more young girls in his hidden boudoir behind the big cupboard. The young man was stone dead beneath the plants he loved as much as young girls. His face was contorted in agony and his right hand – clenched into a fist – was gripping a page ripped from a magazine; a very naughty ‘under the counter’ magazine. Someone had driven a very large knife between his ribs with some force, yet there was little blood lying around his stiff body. His trousers pockets hung outside; empty. Jerome’s wrist watch was gone and the small solid gold ring that he wore on his right thumb was also missing. He normally carried an old leather wallet in his back trouser pocket that could be button up for security; that was gone too and the pocket had been pulled open with such force that the button was missing.
The local police concluded that someone had murdered and robbed the young gardener; especially when they searched his little cottage and found it in utter chaos. The sofa had been slashed open, the carpets pulled up and there was not a single drawer or cupboard that hadn’t been opened and left. In his bedroom they found the same scene; the mattress had even been cut open and his clothes were strewn about the floor. The kitchen and bathroom didn’t escape the apparently frenzied search; the porcelain cistern lay smashed with a small trickle of water running from it and all the kitchen cupboards were open.
Even the small oven door had been left open. The police concluded that the murderer must have been looking for something!
But it was when the officer in charge [Detective Inspector Gerald Harper of Kent Police CID] finally managed to prise the magazine page from the dead man’s fingers that things took a turn for the worse. It had been ripped from an ‘Adult’ magazine and was a page of advertisements with one advertisement circled in red ink. A company in Soho, London would pay ‘decent’ money for films or photographs [colour or monochrome] featuring very young models in sexual poses. That didn’t please the Inspector; he would now have to inform Scotland Yard and get them to check out the Post Office Box Number shown on the advertisement. He wasn’t the very best detective in the world and he certainly didn’t want the much acclaimed Scotland Yard detectives pushing into his investigation and taking all the credit for solving it.
His two principal witnesses [Kath & Susan] were quickly removed from the school by their concerned parents after making brief statements about finding the body. Their excuse for visiting the glasshouse [which both girls stuck too] was to ask Mister Hobbs about some strange plants they had seen growing by the Hockey field. They both stated that he would know what they were and they could impress the Biology Mistress with their newly acquired knowledge. Neither girl revealed the true motive for their visit and certainly made no mention of what lay behind the old cupboard.
Police officers searching where the body was found, saw that the cupboard was locked with a padlock and hasp and didn’t even bother to have it opened. Their interview with the Headmistress didn’t provide much to go on; she simply read them the details from Jerome Hobbs personal file. He was 22 years old and came from Yorkshire [though he didn’t have any trace of a Yorkshire accent] was obviously unmarried and had produced good references from York City Council where he had served his Gardening Apprenticeship. She mentioned that the School’s head Gardener; Mr. Harold Fields thought the world of him and often praised his gardening skill and happy character. She added that he was quite upset by Hobb’s sudden and shocking death.
Detective Inspector Harper was a little surprised that the head Gardener was only 32 and like Hobb’s, lived on the school grounds. He had a two bedroom cottage at the rear of the school pavilion; which contained the showers and changing rooms. He was married, but had no children and his wife; Janet worked in the school kitchens as a ‘Diner Lady’. The pair didn’t have anything criminal known about them and had produced good references from Maidstone City Council where the pair had worked previously.
A
month flew by and Detective Inspector Harper didn’t even have a suspect and
enquiries in London by the metropolitan Police had drawn a blank. The ‘film’
company had never heard of Hobb’s. The savage murder of the school Gardner was
to disappear from the public’s interest. But it drew the interest of another
more tenacious ‘Detective Inspector’ and that was Jericho Tibbs of the temporal
detectives department.
Jericho was reading the report from Demon Ingress about a minor demon [Rul] who had appeared in the area no less than six times in the spring of 1961. Now that interested Jericho because nothing was reported on his movements or actions while there. As the Senior Agent [Louise Joskia] from that department stated; “He just appears to visit, never does anything and the time line is unchanged. Quite odd really.” Then, as if by chance, a report of a ‘Missing Soul’ landed on Jericho’s desk from the very same place and time. A body had produced no soul and the Collector had called it in. That body was a certain Jerome Hobb’s.
Jericho checked his mirror and found that Jerome Hobbs last visit to the Human Life Cycle was 1998 to 2061 and that, not only had he died too early, but was a Time-traveller and now how lost his soul to the darkness because he had died out of his ordained time.
He gathered team 74 together and briefed them on their latest mission; jumping back to Queen Charlottes Academy for Girls in the spring of 1961. Because a minor demon was known to frequent the area at this time they were accompanied by a Guardian of God; Preston Sutton. Preston was a slightly built Jamaican fellow who normally introduced himself as the man named after two towns. He was certainly a colourful character with a good sense of humour and the team liked him immediately.
Alex and Owen both chuckled at their characters for this assignment; Alex would play a School Matron and young Owen would transmogrify into Jacqueline and play a schoolgirl! Jericho and Wilson would play Insurance Inspectors from the Royal Liverpool checking the schools safety procedures and equipment for their insurance renewal. Preston Sutton was delighted to play a temporary cook at the school. He was well suited to the role; when alive he had been a Chef for a Kingstown hotel chain.
Jericho had decided to run this investigation from before Hobbs was killed and lost his soul. So the team jumped back to 1961; before the dreadful murder and strange happenings that occurred at the posh school.
2. MONDAY 1st MAY 1961. QUEEN CHARLOTTE’S ACADEMY, KENT, ENGLAND.
Alex loved her costume; a wonderful summer dress with three layers of petticoat [all frills and lace] stockings and white heels, with a gorgeous small hat, little white gloves and neat blue jacket. She really looked the part of a well educated young lady of the period. Jericho nodded his approval; “It was easy getting you a temporary placement as a matron. In this time and place, posh girls schools were struggling to attract the right staff and so temporary staff were common. They have been given all your qualifications and references by the staff recruitment bureau in Canterbury; the woman who run’s it is a local human agent for Stella. [Temporal Inspector Stella Longstreet] So your covered should they make any enquires.”
He turned to Owen and really had to smile. He had changed into his ‘alter-ego’ Jacqueline Jones and was dressed for the part. He had to agree with Wilson and Alex; he certainly looked the part and could fool his own mother dressed up as the young schoolgirl who would be staying at the school – temporally – until she sat her ‘A’ Levels for university; she was studying History and hoped to become a teacher. “The Headmistress has agreed to have you while you cram for your ‘A’ Levels. Your family has just returned from Australia so that you can attend a top English university and money is not a problem. The Headmistress has been paid for the full year, even though – for the cover story – you will only be here one term, so she will be really pleased to see you!” Jericho briefed Owen and had to smile again; Sweet Jesus, he really did look and act the part!
“The same recruitment Agency has supplied them with my details and they [the school] was happy to take me. The woman on the phone actually said they don’t mind coloured’s as long as they are Christian and know their place!” Preston rolled his eyes and chuckled, adding; “Yes Ma’am, this boy knows his place around decent white folk!” That made everyone laugh and the van pulled up some yards from the school gates and saw old Joe from Supplies waiting with Inspector Longstreet [she was playing a very brief role as Jacqueline’s mother] and he handed out the other vehicles required. A Royals Royce Phantom V for Stella and Jacqueline to arrive in; he would play the chauffer himself. An Austin Healy 300; a two seat sports car for Alexandra to create the expression she was from a wealthy family too and Alex loved the little car and would be sad to hand it back. Wilson and Jericho would use the dark blue Ford Thames 300E van they had driven up in. It was already sign written as “Royal Liverpool Insurance”.Preston slapped old Joe on the back and asked about his transport and Joe just smiled; from the behind the superb big Roll-Royce Joe wheeled a Vespa Scooter and handed Preston the key; “That’s why Operations told you pack everything in a back pack.” He chuckled and with his strange young assistant in tow; disappeared into the front of the Rolls-Royce and placed his chauffer cap on. Everyone laughed including Preston, who looked around and realised that there was no crash helmet. "You didn’t need one at this time under the traffic laws in place." Jericho reminded him. Preston jumped on and quickly disappeared through the gates; a guitar case wobbling on his back and his small pack on the rack. The bloody thing back fired several times and that made everyone laugh again.
Jacqueline asked Jericho; “Where the hell is his Staff of Mosses?” Jericho smiled; “Mind your language young lady and for your information it’s in the guitar case; I thought that was quite clever.” Jacqueline nodded and slipped into the back of the Rolls-Royce with her ‘mother’ Stella who expressed – a couple of times- just how authentic and convincing Owen looked as a girl. Alex and Wilson exchanged a glance and laughed again. "You should see him in stockings and suspenders!" Alex whispered to Wilson who smiled broadly.
Jacqueline smoothed down her summer uniform dress and pulled the socks up, then adjusted her stiff little hat with the school badge on. Stella chuckled; “Jesus Owen, if I didn’t know it was you, I would have thought you were a young woman in her last years at school. I am amazed; just don’t let the boy’s get too friendly!” Jackie just smiled and replied; “I’m safe on that part; this is an exclusive girl’s school with definitely no boys allowed.”
The big car swept up the drive and stopped outside the grand entrance to the school where Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris [the Headmistress] waited with Miss Helen Ward [who would be Jackie’s dormitory mistress]. They greeted Stella with some warmth and Miss Ward took immediate charge of Jackie who was handed her case and bag by old Joe who looked resplendent in his chauffeur’s uniform. Stella played a wonderful part as Jackie’s mum and said goodbye to her daughter with some unrestrained emotion. Jackie wanted to laugh but restrained herself and played her part well too.
Miss ward escorted the ‘new girl’ to her dormitory and Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris waved goodbye to Jackie’s mum and watched as the sports car powered up the drive and came to a stop. Several girls watching from the edge of the Hockey field were immediately interested and fascinated as they watched Alex slip with some grace from the car and greet their Headmistress, who had quite a surprised look on her face. As they stood chatting, Alex caught sight of their quarry, pushing a wheel barrow towards the Hockey Field and noticed that all the girls there waved and greeted him with some affection. She watched discretely as two of the older girls walked with him; the three talking and laughing together.
Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris showed Alex to her modest quarters which actually surprised and pleased Alex. She had a small sitting room, bedroom and bathroom with a toilet. Her window overlooked the small basket ball court. She dumped her suitcase on the bed and called Jericho on her mirror; he was waiting in the lane that ran past the school gates until he and Wilson made their appearance. There was a knock on the door and she quickly hid her mirror in her handbag; it was another teacher who lived next door [there were only two rooms on this part of the fourth floor] and she introduced herself as Candice Fuller [Biology & Chemistry]. Alex liked her and the pair sat chatting in Alex’s small sitting room, until a gong could be heard.
Candice leapt up; “Come on Alex that means it tea time with muffins." The pair made their way to the Dining room and Alex sat with Candice at the very end of the big table [which was placed on the hall’s stage] as staff and pupils filed in. Alex spotted the new ‘girl’ and smiled; it appears that Jackie had already made friends with a couple of girls from her Dormitory and sat with them at the Senior Girls table. “I’ll be mother.” Candice said and poured the tea as Alex enjoyed her muffin. Candice whispered; “Afternoon tea isn’t much. The bloody dinners are really good, you have to be careful or you’ll blow up like a balloon scoffing it.”
The young woman who served them overheard and laughed; "Hopefully our new cook keeps up that standard." Alex noticed her name tag, pinned above her large bosom; 'Miss C. Pickles'. She was very pretty girl, but her voice was quite common; she smiled at them and slipped the pair another muffin and more jam. Candice thanked her quietly, then turned to Alex and mouthed; "Her and the under gardener have a thing going, so it's rumoured." Alex nodded and set about her second muffin with relish.
After
tea Alex ‘bumped’ into the new girl and her new friends, Alex really smiled; it
was Kath and Susan. Jackie was certainly not hanging about with this case. Alex explained to the girls that she was the
new – temporary – Matron. Alex really had to restrain from laughing as she and
Candice walked to the school’s small infirmary and Candice commented on what a
little beauty the new girl was and that she wouldn't have to worry much about finding a job! That comment made Alex wince a little but she just smiled in reply.
The infirmary held six beds and was actually well equipped to deal with minor injuries and illness. Alex checked the medicine cabinet – she had been given the infirmary’s keys by Miss Scott-Harris – and was satisfied with her stock of equipment and drugs. Candice disappeared saying she had an afternoon class but would meet up with Alex before the diner gong sounded. She was really friendly and Alex wondered about that. Alex walked to the infirmary’s big window and stared out; she could see the glasshouse and smoke rising from behind it; from Jerome’s little cottage. That’s when she saw a scruffily dressed young man on a bicycle disappear behind the glasshouse and didn’t appear from the other side; he was either in the glasshouse or visiting Jerome. Alex sat at her desk in the corner and went through the drawers; they were empty except various medical forms and medical magazines. The desk was clean otherwise; too clean for her liking.
That’s when she realised that she had a customer or rather patient. It was a senior girl called Rachel Jukes who nervously sat at her desk and complained about a persistent headache. Alex gave her some aspirin and they pair chatted; Rachel unaware that she was actually being questioned by the clever temporal detective. It became apparent that the senior girls all liked Jerome and his boss; Harold Field and his wife Janet. Some of the girls even had taken dinner and lunch with the nice couple. Alex asked her about the scruffy youth who visited Jerome on his bike.
“Oh that’s Ronnie Rabbit, or that’s what we call him. He’s lives in the village above the Baker’s. He’s really funny and always brings us stuff that we…..” She stopped in mid sentence, realizing who she was talking too. “You know sweets and papers from the village and stuff like that.” She stopped talking again and took her aspirin. Alex watched her go and knew that she was hiding what ‘Ronnie the bloody Rabbit’ actually brought the senior girls.
Alex stood by the window and caught sight of Harold Fields walking to the glasshouse and he disappeared from view. “Talk of the devil. I wonder if he’s visiting Jerome and his scruffy friend.” She called Jericho and asked him to take a look at who lived lives over the Baker’s in the village. He said they would call her back.
Alex then dealt with two twelve year olds who had small cuts on their knees from playing hockey with far too much enthusiasm and she had to smile; from the mouths of the innocent always comes the truth. They were laughing together about the senior girls and their secret club; The Lawrence Club. Alex, applying iodine and plasters, asked them about it. “Oh it’s named after Sir Lawrence Oliver and it’s all about acting and plays and stuff like that. Old bathroom knows about it I suspect and so does the drama teacher; Miss Flowers. They meet up in the old glasshouse and practice their performances. Kath Gapp runs it with Susan Toller and you have to be invited to join. They won’t have us because we’re snots.” The bigger girl was a real talker and her friend the opposite; she said very little. “What’s a snot?” Alex asked smiling. The girl sighed; “Any girl not turned sixteen Miss.” As if everyone knew that. Patched up they departed laughing and chatting together.
Alex found out that the Headmistresses’ nickname was ‘bathroom’ after an incident with Mr. Pickles [School-Caretaker] who surprised her by cleaning the windows while she was taking one. She wondered if he and and young Kitchen Assistant were related; Father and Daughter possibly.
She sat at her desk and wondered what the girls had said about Kath & Susan; and the co-incidence of all that: the very two girls that would find Jerome’s body were regular visitors to the glasshouse [or Jerome himself?] for secret club meetings about bloody acting. Alex recalled what Jericho always said about co-incidences and decided to investigate the glasshouse and the secret club more closely. That’s when her mirror buzzed; it was Jackie with some news.
3. NIGHT MANOEUVRES – PART 1.
They met up in the infirmary just before the dinner gong was sounded and Jackie had some news to impart. “Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris has called in Paranormal Investigators because of what’s been happening around the old school! She’s thinks she has kept a lid on matters, but most of the girls and staff know about it.” Alex was now intrigued and the pair sat chatting about the ghost called ‘Pungent Pam’ who has been seen about the place and just vanishes from rooms without using the windows or doors, leaving a pungent odour behind.
“Apparently a young woman in a white dress – of course – who is the ghost of a murdered daughter of the old house that the school has become. It's said that her father murdered her because she was about to run off with the bloody gardener in the 1790’s.” Jackie said, consulting her mirror and nodded with some surprise, adding; “Sweet Jesus, there was a girl bloody murdered here in 1794! A certain Miss Pamela Hobbs who is another missing soul; her departure date was March 1794 and the body produced no soul. There has been no temporal detectives assigned the case because it was believed she sold her soul to the Dark Side. According to Human Records she was a practicing witch – like her mother and grandmother was – and that’s the real reason her father killed her; he caught her red-handed it would appear. He [the father] didn’t even stand trial because the family doctor said the girl had killed herself over her lover; the gardener who the report doesn’t name, but I can search newspaper records for the time and maybe find out.”
Alex sat back, somewhat impressed with her young colleague; “I wonder if Jericho wants to appear tomorrow as himself – an investigator of the paranormal – and not a bloody Insurance Inspector?” Jackie grinned; “Now that, Alex, is a cracking idea.” Alex called Jericho immediately and he agreed. He told her that the scruffy young man on the bicycle was a certain John Newcomb - nothing known – and worked in the local Boots the chemist. He developed all the films handed in for processing and sometimes helped the gardeners and maintenance staff when required.
Jackie leaned over the desk and tapped her mirror; “Now that’s a real strange co-incidence. The ghost’s name is Hobbs and reportedly wanted to run off with the Gardener in 1794 – if she actually wasn’t a witch – and the Gardner today is called Jerome Hobbs.”
She looked down at her mirror and didn’t smile; “Her father Harold Hobbs died in 1813 and guess what?” Alex shrugged her shoulders. “He received no quarantine; he obviously didn’t murder anyone, let alone his daughter.” Alex folded her arms; “That story is worth an investigation in itself, so the original house – that’s now part of this school – was owned by the Hobbs family and the current gardener is called Hobbs and he died, like Miss Hobbs in 1794 without a soul to be collected. That's Interesting. So what’s the pungent smell that the ghost is suppose to leave behind? Roses? Lavender? Or what.” Jackie didn’t know and pushed her mirror into her dress pocket.“I think we need to have a real close look at the glasshouse.” Alex said quietly and both heard the dinner gong go. “Thank heaven for that, I’m bloody starving.” Jackie said jumping up and Alex chuckled; “You always are.” They headed for the dining room, separating on the stairs so that they arrived at different times.
It was just after midnight that Alex woke, startled by the noises from the floor below – Jackie’s Dormitory was immediately below her – there was screaming, shouting and raised voices. She grabbed her dressing gown and ran out the door. Bumping into Candice and they both ran down the stairs to find Miss Ward comforting one of the girls. Whilst Candice spoke with Miss Ward and the distraught girl, Alex pulled Jackie to one side and asked what happened. Jackie whispered back; “Clare went to the toilet – which is across the hall – and walked into the bloody ghost! A young woman all in white with a horrid skeletal face; she screamed and ran back in here and that woke us all up. Everyone else was in their beds, I saw that for myself.”
The three women sorted the girls out and everyone was ordered back to their beds by Miss Scott-Harris who appeared in a vivid pink dressing gown and matching slippers with her hair in curlers. Alex heard her tell Miss Ward that the investigators should arrive tomorrow from the University. That made Alex smile and she was joined in the corridor by Candice, banging her torch; “I think the bloody batteries have gone.” She told Alex who was sniffing deeply. “What do you smell?” Candice asked and Alex said; “Oh, flowers I think.” But what Alex had smelt wasn’t flowers; she knew exactly what the strange odour was; the naughty ‘ghost’ had been smoking bloody cannabis!”
Alex returned to her rooms and locked the door, grabbing up her handbag and mirror. She operated it and found herself outside the huge glass-house and quietly pushed through the door and felt the warmth of the place immediately. She switched her mirror on to show a dim light and walked carefully between the packed shelves. It took her at least ten minutes to find what she wanted; a much smaller green house located at the far end behind a metal grill which was locked. It was totally enclosed with no glass anywhere. Alex ran her mirror over it and smiled; it was hotter than the Sahara desert and had the same moisture rating as the Amazon rain forest. There was only one plant growing inside; Cannabis sativa L or better known as the cannabis plant.
Alex looked about and her mirror caught a cardboard box from a plastics company that was new and in good condition. It was open and so Alex peered inside, then pulled a handful of small plastic bags out. “Perfect for selling dope in.” she muttered to herself and tossed them back. That’s when she also noticed the big cupboard with its huge staple and hasp lock on. She lowered her mirror and was about to head for the main door when she heard a noise from the cupboard. She quickly hid beneath the shelf, switching off the light on her mirror and watched – a little surprised - as the side of the cupboard was pulled inwards revealing an entrance and someone was emerging.
It was the scruffy youth and who called softly behind him; “Tell Harry I’ll have the pictures for him tomorrow but the film will not be ready until Wednesday. Soon as I finish it, I’ll drop it round. I think it’s one of his best.” A voice answered him, but Alex couldn’t make out what was said or who was talking. John Newcomb quickly walked away and Alex watched the panel slide back and it really did look just like an ordinary wardrobe. She eased herself from under the shelf and brushed her long coat down and headed for the main door. She was almost through the door when she heard the footsteps and muffled voices. She – again – dived under a nearby shelf and mid behind a couple of big pots that were stored there. Two figures came through the door and she pulled her mirror out and scanned them as they passed.
She stared at her mirror and sighed; it was Harold Field and his wife Janet. Human records had nothing on them except their scheduled dispatch dates: 1981 for Harold and 1991 for Janet. Harold’s departure date caught Alex’s attention; he would be stabbed to death outside a pub in Canterbury. She sighed and struggled to climb out from under the dirty shelving and outside operated her mirror and returned to her rooms where she compiled a brief report for Jericho and sent it.
She climbed into bed and tried to sleep but suddenly realised that she could hear very low voices from next door; Candice’s Room and one was definitely a man’s. Alex sat up and tried to listen but couldn’t make anything out. She managed a smile; Candice was breaking all the rules by having a man in her rooms in the middle of the night; she could be sacked out of hand for that. She had to stifle a giggle as she clearly heard the bed springs going!
Alex lay listening to the love-making next door and wondered who the lucky man was and that intrigued her; whoever he was, he knew how to slip into a locked school and pass undetected to reach Candice’s room. Thinking about the mystery man, Alex slipped off to sleep until she heard soft knocking at her door. She eased from the bed and opened it. Candice slipped in quietly and Alex was surprised, no a little shocked, to see that Candice was naked under her open dressing gown and wearing a black strap on dildo that was big and black!
Alex couldn’t hold the giggles back and Candice joined her, gripping the big plastic cock. “I can’t get the fucking strap open! The bloody clasp is stuck firm and I knew you wouldn’t betray me,” Alex nodded and Candice pulled off her dressing gown and stood naked. She had a massive pair of tits, but with small nipples and she had small tattoos on both [really unusual for this time and place for a woman]. Alex turned her around and tugged at the strap. “I may need to cut the strap, it appears stuck fast.” She told Candice then sat back; “Candice, I heard a man’s voice, so what are you wearing this bloody monster for?”
Candice smiled and gave the dildo a slap; “That’s what he likes, dressing up as a school-girl and getting fucked in the arse with a big black plastic cock!” She shrugged her shoulders and Alex asked who ‘he’ was. Candice really smiled and held a finger to her lips; “Can’t say. Unless you want to meet him, but he would probably expect to fuck the pair of us or fuck you whilst I fuck him; again.” She chuckled and waved the dildo under Alex’s amused face. Alex sighed and thought; ‘Oh, well it is for the sake of the mission.’ She smiled at Candice and gave her bum a little slap. “Go on darling.” She whispered.
Candice was gone only for a few seconds and returned with the scruffy youth; John Newcomb who really grinned at Alex. He was stark naked and gripping a substantial erection with one hand. He was tattooed over his chest, upper arms and thighs. Alex was to find that he had a magnificent full Golden eagle tattooed on his back; an absolute masterpiece. Candice introduced them as Alex slipped from her nightdress and now was totally naked as the other two. “Give his cock a good sucking while I lube his arse and this bloody thing again.” Candice whispered as she rummaged in her dressing gown and produced some lubricant. Alex sat on the bed and pushed his big cock into her mouth and went to work. The young man groaned; “Christ Candy, she sucks as good as you.” Candice just smiled and bent down behind him, pushing her fingers up his arse, covered in lubricant. She came from behind and knelt next to Alex whispering; “Open your legs darling and I’ll give your fanny a good going over and then lube it with this stuff.” Alex opened her legs and Candice’s head was soon between them, licking and fingering. She expertly spread the cream around Alex’s cunt and patted her arse. “Now the fun can really begin.” She said softly; and it did.
Alex lay on the floor with a pillow under head, on her back with her legs up and open [they couldn’t use the bed; it would creak and groan with three of them on it performing sexual gymnastics] while John fucked her hard and fast with Candice squatting closely over him; pushing the big dildo into his arse with some skill and appeared well experienced in doing it. John groaned a couple of times and whispered to Candy; “Oh fuck, for the want of a fucking camera.” That comment was noted by the groaning Alex who was really aroused by this scene and produced a couple of small orgasms.
They swopped around with Candy mounting Alex’s bum with the monster [after more careful lubricating] while Alex squatted over John and rode him closely as he enjoyed handling her big swinging tits. Now this unusual ‘double penetration’ produced in Alex a big orgasm and she had to cover her mouth with a hand as it exploded from her and down John’s thrusting cock, splattering his belly and thighs. John groaned and pushed her tit into his mouth and sucked hard, squeezing the other one with his soft hand. He came in Alex with some restrained groaning and panting. Finally he muttered; “You two get at it and I’ll watch.”
John lay against the bed, tugging at his flaccid penis as candy fucked Alex in the bum, doggy-style. After a few minutes, she pulled from Alex and slapped the dildo. Alex caught her meaning and grabbed the scissors from the bedside cabinet and cut the straps. Candy groaned with relief and tossed the thing to one side and crawled onto Alex. They had passionate lesbian sex; first in the sixty-nine position, then ‘scissored’ together for some time. They ended up rolling around the floor, kissing and fingering each other with some unrestrained passion. John Interrupted the pair and pulled Alex onto all fours and pushed his fresh erection straight into her back passage, Candy slid underneath her and went to work on her already soaking wet fanny.
Alex couldn’t believe it as another big climax racked her body and she almost collapsed on top of the chuckling Candy. “Christ darling, I could take a shower under that lot.” Candy whispered and lay back watching John fucking hard and fast. She crept round to him and the pair kissed and caressed, while Alex had her head resting on her arms and head turned; watched John fucking her bum while Candy held the cheeks of her arse open for him. He came pretty quickly for the third erection of the night. They collapsed on the floor, panting and talking in whispers.
John had to go; he thanked Alex and kissed her, then did the same to candy and slipped away and the two girls climbed into bed and lay in each other’s arms. Alex was well satisfied by the night manoeuvres and Candice giggled; “Do you know what’s funny about the fruit bowels in the Dining Hall?” Alex kissed her face and neck; “No I don’t know what’s funny about them darling.” Candice kissed her back – with some passion it should be noted – and giggled again, with Alex feeling Candy’s hand between her legs. “The bloody bananas disappear as soon as they are put out by the kitchen staff; especially the really big ones!” they both chuckled and started to kiss and caress again.
But Alex kept on the job and casually asked Candy how John slipped in and out the school without being seen or heard. Candy kissed her breasts and smiled; “Easy darling, like everyone else who knows about them. He uses the secret passages.” Now Alex was really interested and kissed Candy’s neck and shoulders as she caressed Alex’s big tits with her mouth and hands. “Tell me about them darling.” She whispered and Candy did.
4. TUESDAY 2nd MAY 1961. QUEEN CHARLOTTE’S ACADEMY, KENT, ENGLAND.
Alex just made breakfast and joined Candice on the staff table. The conversations around the table cantered on two topics; yet another visit by ‘Pungent Pam’ and the arrival of the paranormal investigators. You could say that Wilson was the third topic of conversation and Alex overheard the dour mathematics teacher telling her friends; “They will take over the place. First one appears in the damn kitchens’ and now another has turned up to supposedly investigates the bloody ghost.” All the teachers agreed; except Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris – who told her to keep her voice down – and Miss Flowers – the art & drama teacher – who said it was wonderful to have such diversity in England these days. That clearly wasn’t a popular statement and the rest of the ladies said so with some unkind words directed towards her.
Alex and Candice said nothing and finished their breakfast. Candice had early lessons in the Chemistry lab and Alex needed to open the infirmary for the morning sick list. She walked up the grand staircase towards the infirmary and found Jericho and Wilson standing beneath a large portrait of a medieval knight on horseback. They both had big satchels and notebooks. Alex joined them and reported all that she had discovered with her ‘night manoeuvres’. Jericho rubbed his chin and said quietly; “Apparently the ghost hasn’t made an appearance for years, the last recorded event was in 1915 when this place was a temporary military hospital for soldiers wounded in the Great War. But the really interesting thing that we discovered; is there are no earth bound souls around the damn place. So our ghost is definitely human and is being manifested for some reason.”
Wilson stared about the place and said; “From what Alex says about young Newcomb, he may be organizing some very naughty film and photograph sessions here. The ‘Harry’ he mentioned could be Harold Field the Head gardener and they could be using those secret passages that she heard about, to move around the place unseen and undetected. Then you have the bloody cannabis industry in the glass house; who are they selling it too?”
Jericho shook his head, thinking; “It doesn’t make sense, with all that illegal activity going on in this place, why draw attention to the school? I mean, if you are working, making illegal films and growing illegal plants, would you want the place crawling with ghost hunters and getting the place noticed? Wilson and Alex had to agree with that conclusion; so why the supposed haunting? It certainly wasn’t in the best interests of the naughty film makers and drug dealers.
“I think we may two sets of characters about the place. Working against each other’s interests I suspect. First we unmask the bloody ghost and then we may start to get some answers.” Jericho told them and Alex had to get to work; she left them scribbling down notes and pretending to investigate a ghost that didn’t actually exist. But they were on the trail of the human who liked to play at ghosts.
Alex had no patients this morning and was soon bored sitting in the empty infirmary and decided to walk the grounds. Carrying her old ‘Gladstone bag’ she watched the junior hockey match for a few minutes and shook her head in mock despair; the girls went for each ball with absolute determination and no fear. “Bloody Amazon warriors would be proud of them.” She murmured and noticed some older girls on the touchlines; cheering ‘the snots’ on. She grinned; Jackie was amongst them – again with Kath and Susan – she certainly was working hard to cultivate their friendship and find out why they really were in the glass-house on the Friday that Jerome Hobbs will be murdered.
She walked slowly towards the staff cottages that lined the drive and found a cheerful Preston with his guitar case over his shoulder heading back to the kitchens. They stopped and she started to bring him up to date with the mission. But he smiled; “Jericho has already done that. I understand you know where there is a secret passage. I’m not due back in the kitchen until dinner tonight. Shall we explore?”
Alex nodded at that and they returned to the school and he followed her up the grand staircase to the third floor [the seniors dormitory was one half of the east wing] and found the cleaner’s cupboard. Alex looked around and tried the door; it was unlocked and they slipped in. It was the size of a box room and lined with shelves, except one wall contained just a big cupboard marked; ‘CHEMICALS’ and she pulled the door open and with Preston’s help, shifted some cans and big glass bottles. She felt round the top of the rear panel and grinned; “Got it, just as Candy said.”
They stepped over the cans and bottles and pushed into the dark entrance that had revealed itself. Alex lit the way with her mirror and they followed the dusty dark panelled tunnel – sloping downwards – until Preston tapped her arm and gestured to the dirty floor. “What is that?” he asked. Alex bent down and picked up the object. They both stared at it in the light of her mirror and Alex yelped and threw it down: “Christ! A bloody used condom!”
Preston
chuckled; “At least we know what the damn passages are used for.” They were
about to walk on and Alex waved her mirror over it; “That’s pretty thin for a
condom from the 1960’s.” she muttered and then smiled; “Bingo, it was
manufactured in Birmingham in 2023. That mean’s Jerome has been up to something
naughty around here. He’s our resident time-traveller.”
Preston nodded, then said; “Did your mirror say who the semen belonged to?” Alex acknowledged that was a very good suggestion and tapped at her mirror, she didn’t smile; “A certain Samuel Collins who actually belongs in this era. Temporal Operations has nothing on file about him; he appears clean, except how did he get his hands on a condom from 2023?”
Preston chuckled;
“I’ve never met him but I bet he’s a white boy.” Alex smiled; “And how did you
work that out, may I ask?” Preston shrugged his shoulders; “It’s too small to
be a brother’s.” They both laughed at that. “That’s some boast; can you back it
up with any evidence?” Alex coyly asked him and Preston grinned; “If you want I
can.” She folded her arms; “I want you to.” She whispered. Preston unzipped his
flies and pulled out his swelling cock saying softly; “Alex, you are real
erection material.”
Alex stared at his big member, which was growing and twitching in his hand and sighed a little; “Oh dear look at what I’ve done. I had better make it better.” Preston pulled down his pants and trousers whispering; “Amen to that.” Alex knelt and gripped the cock with both hands and guided it to her welcoming mouth. She sucked, licked and caressed to Preston’s delight. He groaned; “I always wanted to fuck a nurse in uniform.” Alex murmured; “Matron sweetie.” And set to work on his cock. Preston pressed back against the wall and watched with some delight. After some minutes he said; “I want you now.” Alex stood and hitched up the hem on her uniform; revealing her stocking tops and white panties. Preston had her knickers down in seconds, then really laughed when Alex whispered; “I lubricated before I came.”
He fucked her with real energy and skill against the wall; her arms around his shoulders, she was groaning and tossing her head about as she felt every inch of his boner [as he called it] filling her up. He gripped her arse and pushed his cock hard into her. Alex now moaned and pulled his face to hers and they kissed with some passion; all moist and sticky, with tongues exploring deep. He lifted both her legs from the floor and now bounced her up and down on his rampant cock. He clearly was a lot stronger than he physically looked and Alex was groaning with sexual pleasure. He lay in the dirt and Alex climbed on him and rode like a rodeo star. She had her first small orgasm which was quickly followed by another, riding him with some determination, making sure every inch of that big dick was buried inside of her.
Preston pulled her down to him and they French kissed with some unbridled passion. She was having another, more intense, climax when the torch light fell upon the pair of lovers. They both stared up and the torch was lowered; they saw who was holding it. John Newcomb smiled; “Hi Preston and Alex, see you later sweetie.” The schoolgirl giggled and whispered; “Hello Alex and you Sir!” They carefully stepped over the pair on the floor and Alex and Preston saw that the 6th Former had no panties on; she was holding them and John’s hand. They disappeared down the dark little corridor, whispering and giggling.
Alex suddenly felt Preston cum in her and he groaned; “Bloody women in uniform.” She sighed; “It’s like Liverpool Street station around here, come on, let’s go.” Preston agreed with that, muttering; “I wonder if the bloody ghost has to wait her turn to use them.” They adjusted their clothes and Preston brushed Alex down with his hands. They kissed again and headed up the corridor.
She shone her mirror down and gestured to Preston; “Come on, there’s another entrance.” They stood in front of the recessed panel and Alex peered through the peep hole and sighed; “It opens into the girl’s toilets and shower room. They are empty so come on.” She pressed against the little lever on the side and the panel opened quietly and they stepped through. They walked through the long room and came out on the ground floor; just yards from the kitchens.
Preston grinned; “Oh well, I could get an early start on the bloody chips.” He headed for the kitchen door, but stopped and turned; “Tell Jericho there is no trace of demonic activity around the place. None at all, so Rul isn’t around here and hasn’t been here for someone time; if he ever was.” He gave Alex a kiss on the cheek and disappeared through the door and Alex headed back to the infirmary; so if there is no demonic activity, then Jerome’s soul would be lost to the darkness of real death since he was out of his ordained time.
She sat in the quiet infirmary and consulted her mirror, reading about the previous owners of the school buildings and especially the Hobb’s family who had owned the house from when it was founded in May 1714 to its end in July 1952, when the last survivor of the family died and the estate was sold. She read that Queen Charlotte’s Academy had moved here in 1955 after the buildings and grounds had been altered to accept its use as a school. Queen Charlotte’s original buildings had been located on the other side of Canterbury but had to close down due to serious building faults and the place was eventually demolished in 1959 after lying derelict for some years. Apparently a council housing estate now stood on the grounds.
The Hobb’s family had been ship owners and rather disturbingly, owned large swathes of the American colonies which they shipped thousands of Africans to, for working the plantations and had grown very rich doing it. She quickly hid her mirror; she had a visitor: it was Jerome Hobbs. He wandered in and sat down without invitation and smiled at her, leaning on her desk. “What can I do for you Mister Hobbs?” Alex asked politely studying the big man’s powerful hands resting on her desk. Close up, she realised that he was a very handsome man with really incredible green eyes; they were like emeralds. He certainly had no accent and Alex was surprised by that since he was born in 1998 in London.He ran a big hand through his sandy blond hair and lowered his voice; “Well Alex, Candy and John tell me you are quite a woman who likes to partake in some pretty dirty sex. I’m told you like anal, oral, double penetration and lesbian. That makes me very interested in you.” Alex was a little shocked that Candy had betrayed her, but wasn’t surprised. “Go on Mister Hobbs.” Was all she replied and he chuckled; “I knew Candy was right about you. We’ll get together tonight and I have a very rewarding proposition for you. Very rewarding indeed.”
They both looked around and saw Miss Flowers helping one of the hockey girls in; moaning about her ankle. “One for you Miss Cappanni,” Miss Flowers smiled at her and Jerome, who leaned over the desk and asked her if she wanted to go the ‘Empire Theatre’ cinema in the town and perhaps a drink in the Kings Head afterwards. She agreed and he walked away smiling with the date set for tonight. That should uncover more about our Time-travelling friend, she told herself.
As she attended the girl, Miss Flowers praised the under gardener; “He’s become quite a leading light in our modest amateur productions. He acts so well and it’s almost like he was a professional; a proper thespian. He was superb in our Christmas production of ‘Twelfth Night’. He was utterly convincing and very funny. His comic timing was wonderful.” Alex checked the girl’s ankle and wondered if that revelation was important; that Jerome Hobbs was a very good actor. She wasn’t surprised by the other fact she learnt from Miss Flowers; that the Drama & Art teacher was clearly smitten by him.
5. NIGHT MANOEUVRES – PART 2.
With Jackie primed about her ‘date’ with Jerome [she would cover Alex’s absence and call Alex on her mirror if she needed to return, which Alex could do in an instant using her own mirror]. Alex headed for the little car park to fetch her car, then realised that people might realise it was gone and that could cause some awkward questions. She jumped a little as Jerome emerged from the shadows and spoke quietly; “We can’t use your car, people will notice it’s gone. Come on.” He gestured for her to follow him and she did. They walked to his cottage and he disappeared down the side and Alex heard an engine star. She watched with real curiosity at what would emerge then laughed, as the big motorcycle and side car appeared. He pulled up the cover on the side car and grinned; “Get in, your hair won’t be blown about and it’s quite comfortable; so I’ve been told.” Alex admired the red and blue ‘Matcheless’ combination and held her dress up and slipped in; giving the smiling Jerome a good look at her stocking tops and frilly white panties.
He leaned over and whispered; “Was that an invitation for me?” Alex smoothed down her dress and just smiled. He pulled away, switching on the headlamp and headed for the village at speed. He parked in the road opposite the cinema and joined the small queue. Alex read the neon sign and didn’t smile; another bloody war film was all she thought. The cinema was showing one of the big hit’s of May 1961; ‘The Guns of Naverone’. Jerome bought decent tickets at five shillings and eight pence for two and the usherette showed them to their seats. The screen was showing a ‘Pathe’ News reel, all about the American astronaut Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr's forthcoming space flight.
They sat by themselves in the rear and the lights dimmed. The major feature started and Jerome whispered in her ear; “Now be a good girl and let me have a taste of you.” Alex turned to say something and found Jerome’s’ mouth over hers and his tongue exploring with some determination. He had his arm around her shoulders and held her tight; he certainly knew how to French kiss and Alex responded. His other hand disappeared under her skirt and she opened her legs slightly, so that his hand was on her crotch. He gently rubbed and fingered her fanny through her little cotton panties. Her hand was in his trousers and gripping something big.
Within a few minutes she had gone down on him, with her head in his lap and sucking hard. She could just about fit it in her mouth. She jerked it with some strength and skill, using her teeth and tongue on the monster; he stifled his groans and stoked her hair and fanny with real dexterity. Luckily enough, Alex was swallowing a serious amount of cum by the time intermission lights came on. He eased from his seat and kissed Alex on the head, as she wiped her mouth with a hanky; “I’ll get you an Orange Kia-Ora to wash that down.” Jerome smiled and joined the queue with the nice lady standing in the front of the screen, holding a tray of goodies. She noticed how the usherette and Jerome talked together; maybe she was another of his girls and could understand why. after experiencing his big cock in her mouth. She imagined it buried in her vagina and bum. That made her really smile.
Alex enjoyed sucking her orange cordial through a straw and Jerome pointed out that she sucked beautifully and the pair giggled. They were soon back at it as the lights went down. They were so engrossed in foreplay that neither noticed the usherette slip into the seat next to them. Jerome only removed his tongue from Alex's mouth to introduce 'Ellen' to her. Alex managed to nod and was well surprised when the young girl's hand joined Jerome's under her skirt! Her fingers disappeared under Alex's moist panties and Alex had to groan; she knew how to work a clitoris and Alex soon had a little squirt which made 'Ellen' laugh softly. Jerome sat back and watched 'Ellen' explore Alex's mouth and fanny with some passion. After a few minutes, 'Ellen' rose and and kissed both of them and headed for the front office; the lights were about to come on and she would be needed to help clear the cinema.
They left arm in arm and neither had actually seen the bloody film!
They sat in the Kings’ head and Jerome brought her a brandy and himself a pint of cider. She sat with uncrossed legs since her panties were wet from his and Ellen's caresses. They had really aroused her with their expert and passionate kisses and their hand and fingers knew exactly how to please a woman through her panties. Their hands around her shoulder had managed to explore her ample breass - they had one each - and work the nipples through her thin summer dress; she wasn’t wearing a bra, which absolutely delighted the young man and woman.
He leaned over table and pushed the ashtray to one side. “You can make more money in a single month than you could working a whole year at the school, are you interested in that?” Alex sipped her brandy and nodded. He smiled and took a sip of his cider and continued in a low voice. “I make adult films with some associates of mine; you have already met two of them; intimately. Now you’re just the sort of girl we need to really make films that would sell. Just say the word and I can set it up. You’ll be paid a hundred pounds in cash for the first film and you can approve the script, change it about if you don’t like certain bits of sex. I’m thinking about six or seven films a month. They will run for about twenty minutes or half hour. Are you alright with that?” Alex knew that a school teacher in these times earns about £3,600 per year or £300 per month. Just making six or seven twenty minute ‘blue’ films would mean that she could double her money each month for far less ‘work’.
“That is some rate of pay, almost double what I would earn playing Matron or teaching.” She said quietly and Jerome smiled; “Speak to Candy; she’ll tell you that I always keep my word and pay up front each and every time. She’s earned enough to buy a little house on the Kent coast already. You can secure your future and enjoy yourself at the same time.” He swallowed down some more cider and asked if she knew about the ‘casting couch’. She nodded and finished her brandy. “Good, I won’t have to explain that and are you willing to audition for me?”
Alex took a little breath and placed her glass on the table; “Alright, where and when?” he nodded with satisfaction; “Does tonight suit?” and Alex said ‘Yes’ quietly. They quickly left the pub, but didn’t walk back to the motor cycle but walked down the quiet High Street to a closed up Taylor’s shop and Jerome pulled some keys from his pocket and unlocked the front door. Alex noticed a sign that declared the shop had closed down in March 1959 after the death of the proprietor Mr. Joseph Pickles. Christ; this place is full of Pickles! Alex thought.
To her surprise, Jerome shouted; “Harry it’s me and the new girl Alex. The film is on. Are the others here?” He locked the door behind him and they walked up the small rear staircase in silence. Alex could hear music and voices. He pushed open a door and stepped into a big room with tripod lights and two camera’s set up. The bay window was covered with a ‘blackout’ curtain and sealed around the edges to stop the powerful lights leaking light out. The centre piece was a large dark sofa with several scatter cushions thrown about it. The film would be shot in monochrome and without sound, which was typical and normal for ‘Blue’ films in this time and place. The pornography industry would embrace colour later in the decade.
Alex wasn’t shocked to see Janet sitting naked on the sofa. drinking a cup of tea, while Harry her husband - just in his underpants - fussed with a camera. Janet put the cup and jumped up, kissing Alex on the lips: “I think it will great working with a beauty like you. I’m really going to enjoy your fanny and I hope you enjoy mine.” She kissed Alex again and pulled her over to the sofa and they sat down. She was all over Alex like an adolescent sex starved boy; her hand up Alex’s dress and her tongue buried in her mouth. “’I’ll undress you, but keep on your stockings and panties for now.” Janet whispered; her hand rubbing the front of Alex’s panties and kissing her mouth with some unrestrained sexual desire and passion.
"Your wonderfully wet already my darling!" Janet sounded quite pleased by that discovery. The door opened and Alex couldn’t actually believe who came through it. Miss Edna Flowers was dressed in red stockings and panties, with a big spiked collar around her neck and a dog chain attached to it. Holding the other end of the dog chain was a big rough looking man with scars on his face. He was naked apart from a matching spiked collar and Alex’s eyes opened wide at the size of his erect cock; It stood proud and must have been ten inches long or more and thick as a jam jar!
Jerome clapped his hands; “OK people; we’ll shoot Alex and Janet on the sofa first. Then Percy and Edna will appear and Percy will whip Edna with the dog collar. Then Janet and Alex, you join them and Percy fucks Edna first on the floor then takes you Alex, bent over the sofa. I join in and fuck Janet in the same position. Edna, you get behind us and do your special. We’ll see how that goes. Are you ready Harry?“
Harry gave the thumbs up and Alex, now just in her stockings and panties watched as Jerome pulled on the black mask and started to pull off his clothes. “ACTION! Please Janet and Alex!” Jerome shouted and pulled off his underpants. Alex could feel Janet pulling her back on the sofa, but couldn’t take her eyes of Jerome’s swollen cock; it easily matched Percy’s monster. Janet grabbed a pot cream from the small table by the couch and tossed it to Edna chuckling; “You are going to need this. But save some for Alex, she’ll need it too!” Both women laughed and Janet went back to fondling Alex with some real joy. Harry worked the cameras with some skill; he certainly knew what he was doing behind the lens and his wife knew her way around another woman’s body.
Alex lay on the sofa on her back, with Janet between her legs, slowly tugging down her panties. She discarded them and went to work on Alex’s fanny with some skill, using her fingers and mouth. Harry moved in for the close up of that. Meanwhile Percy and Edna had started their performance with Jerome operating the second camera. Percy was slapping Edna’s quivering buttocks with the dog chain. Alex groaned and then realised her bloody handbag – under the table – was buzzing; only she could hear her mirror calling, then realised it was an alarm that it was sounding. She reached under and grabbed it; sitting up and telling Janet and Jerome that she needed to piss. “That’s great, just piss in Janet’s mouth darling, she’ll love it and it will make great cinema!”
The door came open and a tall , very handsome dark haired young man wandered in, smoking a cigar. He shook hands with Jerome and didn’t notice Alex slip from the disappointed Janet who pointed to the green door for the toilet. Alex closed the door behind her and checked her mirror; the Minor demon alarm was sounding and showing that a Tier 3 demon called Rul was close by. “Oh fuck!” she exclaimed and knew she had to get the hell out of here. If the demon saw her he would instinctively know she was a temporal detective. He hadn’t noticed her on the sofa, whilst greeting and talking with Jerome. Alex had no bloody choice; she operated her mirror and returned to the school’s infirmary.
Jackie was dozing, sitting at Alex’s desk and looked up and smiled; “Looks like you had a better evening than I did.” But Alex didn’t smile, she was already calling Preston on her mirror and gave him details of the flat above the disused Baker’s in the High Street and that he would find his quarry there; Rul the demon. She lowered the mirror and grabbed one of the hospital gowns and wrapped it around. “You won’t believe what I discovered. But disappearing like that from a toilet with just an A4 sized window will be hard to explain. I think I’ve fucked up the mission, well, the bit regarding Jerome’s lost soul.” She sat on the chair; not very happy.
Jackie sat back and smiled; “Have you forgotten that By Preston tackling the demon; time will stop. When he’s vanquished the bastard, you can return and it will be like the demon never bloody turned up; time will restart and no-one will even notice you had disappeared; for them that time never occurred.” Jackie chuckled and Alex leaned over and kissed her; she knew that Jackie was right. They sat waiting for Preston’s call and Jackie pointed to the clock on the wall; the second hand had stopped; Alex consulted her mirror and found that time had indeed ceased to move forward.
Alex’s mirror buzzed; it was Jericho calling to congratulate her on discovering where the demon Rul was hiding and to say that Preston had sent the bastard back to his master and was about to restart time for living humans. Alex asked Jericho to tell Preston not to restart time until she called him. Jericho agreed to that and ceased transmission. Alex grinned and said; “You can come with me and help for a few minutes. No-one will arrive here; they are all frozen in time.” The pair chuckled and disappeared.
6. THE FILM: ‘THREE WOMEN AND A SOFA’.
Jackie really chuckled at the figures frozen in time, especially Jerome who was in the middle of saying something and smiling broadly. Janet was leaned against the sofa; the look of disappointment that Alex didn’t piss in her mouth, still on her face. Edna kneeling on the carpet with the dog chain hanging in mid air just above her arse. Big Percy smiling and gripping his huge cock with the other hand. Harry working the camera was the only one who almost looked normal; though he was in just his underpants; which were bulging.
Alex slowly opened the film canister on the Paillard Bolex C8SL 8mm Movie Camera and pulled the reel from it and placed it on the table then did the same with Jerome’s camera. She gave the sticky reel’s to Jackie who checked they were ‘fogged’ and replaced them in the cameras, then Jackie blew a kiss and disappeared. Alex lay on the sofa and pulled her panties back on, then called Preston to re-start time some two minutes before he received her call about the bloody demon. He readily agreed and Alex hurriedly pushed her mirror back into her handbag and dropped it under the table. Everyone was suddenly animated again; “ACTION! Please Janet and Alex!” Jerome shouted.
Alex lay on the sofa on her back, with Janet between her legs, slowly tugging down her panties. She discarded them and went to work on Alex’s fanny with some skill, using her fingers and mouth. Harry moved in for the close up of that. Meanwhile Percy and Edna had started their performance with Jerome operating the second camera. Percy was slapping Edna’s quivering buttocks with the dog chain. Alex groaned and ran a hand over Janet’s head while the other caressed her big heaving tits.
The pair had hard lesbian sex on the big sofa for a few minutes before Janet posed Alex bending over the sofa and quickly rubbed lubricant in and on her cunt. Janet did the same with Percy’s cock and he mounted her quickly. Alex really groaned as the big man with the big cock fucked her brains out. He gripped her hips and thrusted without mercy. Her body was getting such a fucking that it didn’t bother with the normal little orgasm’s first; it went straight to the big one and Alex really gripped the back of the sofa and enjoyed it fully. Her legs were shaking as she squirted three times and she actually felt sick from sheer pleasure. “Pump your load into me!” she shouted at the amused Percy and he did. Alex’s eyes actually rolled; it was like someone had stuck a garden hose up there and turned the tap on full. She slumped on the sofa and felt the big man withdrawing the now empty monster. Janet was straight on her gaping and wet fanny to clean up using her tongue and mouth.
Jerome shouted for the action to continue and hastily rubbing the cream on his cock; Stood over Janet who was between Alex’s shaking legs and pushed his cock into Alex’s arse without even asking and fucked her, leaning right over so that Harry could capture the superb action. Edna sat cross legged on the floor, twirling the dog chain, wondering when she would get one of the big dicks. Percy certainly wouldn’t disappoint her and he stuck his cock in her mouth and she worked it up to a fresh erection.
Alex simply couldn’t believe it; another big orgasm swept her body as Jerome pumped her gaping bum hole with some power. She squirted again and Janet was delighted as it filled her mouth and ran down her chin and onto her heaving tits. Percy was now fucking Edna in the Missionary mission and Harry was cussing and moaning as he operated both cameras; jumping between the two with real skill. He would have John edit the takes and the young man certainly knew how to create a cracking ‘blue’ film from the all this top class action being recorded. Except the films had already been exposed, but he didn't know that.
Jerome
was gripping Alex’s big tits and pumping her arse when he groaned loudly and
cussed; he shot his load into her back passage and the pair slumped on the
sofa; panting. Jerome managed to shout; “CUT! That’s a wrap!” and started
laughing. Alex wiped a tear and joined in the laughter. That had been the best
fucking sex session she had taken part in for some time!
They walked back to the motorbike in the dark; Alex had her arm through Jerome’s and he was clearly very happy. He turned and kissed her with some passion and whispered; “We are going to make a small fortune together!” then helped her into the side car. He buttoned up his jacket and wrapped a scarf around his neck. He leaned over and kissed her again; “I think I’ll market it under the title; ‘Three women and a sofa’ or simply Tthe sofa’. I’ll decide when I see the final cut. Come around tomorrow night and we’ll show you one we shot last week called ‘The Naughty Schoolgirls’. You’ll love that and recognize where we filmed it.”
Alex nodded and restrained from laughing; the bloody film will never need a title now. She had a pretty good idea who the stars of that other little gem could turn out to be; Kath and Susan.
Jerome went to start the bike, then stopped; “I’m surprised that Max never turned up tonight like he promised. He’s normally spot on time with the money.” Alex tapped his arm; “What money?” Jerome sighed; “He pays for everything and would have paid you for tonight. Still. He’s good for it. We’ll get it off him next time he calls.” He stamped down on the kick start and pulled away. Alex smiled to herself; no-one will be getting paid now that Preston has kicked ‘Max’s’ arse back to his master; the Dark Prince.
Alex and Jerome kissed outside his cottage for some time – in the dark shadows of the doorway – before Alex pulled away and headed for the side door which she had a key too. She turned and watched the lights go in his cottage and took another couple of steps, then stopped and turned. She could see there were two shadows behind the net curtains; someone had been waiting for Jerome to return, sitting in his front room without the lights on. A figure pulled the curtains together and Alex walked on. Surely he won't be servicing another girl after all the sex above the Taylor's shop? Christ, he must have the stamina of a breeding beef bull!
She stopped again and realised someone was in the doorway already and unlocking the door; the light streamed out and Alex saw it was the caretaker; Mr. Norman Pickles in his raincoat and hat. He turned and lifted his hat to her, speaking quietly. “Good evening Miss, did you have a good time tonight at the pictures with young Hobbs? I saw the ‘The Guns of Naverone’ myself. A very good picture, but a young lady like yourself would probably have preferred a Romantic Comedy.” He stepped aside and gestured her in, closing the door behind them and locking it.
“No it wasn’t bad; we went to the Kings head and had a drink before coming home.” She said and Mr. Pickles nodded, chuckling; “I know, I popped in and had a couple of whiskies before heading home myself.” He stopped at the foot of the small staircase and rubbed his chin; “Had a little party at the old Taylors did you Miss?” Alex didn’t smile and just shrugged her shoulders. He removed his hat and stared at the floor, then pulled a bunch of keys from his pocket and smiled; “Did you notice the name of the Taylors Miss?” Alex gripped her handbag; she certainly did; it was Joseph Pickles!
He tossed the keys and caught them; “I wonder how you could persuade me not to report what went on in the flat above my late brother’s shop that I now own. I allow young Hobbs to borrow it occasionally to entertain his girlfriends. Keeps the headmistress happy having all that off site. But she wouldn’t be too pleased with you and I think you’ll be jumping into your nice little sports car and driving away with no references. Shame that. But what can I do; I must be loyal to people who pay me, don’t I?”
Alex smiled; she knew that she couldn’t be dismissed because the mission would have to end if her cover was blown. This was a major problem that was totally unforeseen. “I’m sure we can work something out Mr. Pickles, we’re both reasonable adults." He smiled and pocketed the keys; “I knew you were a clever woman Miss. Would you like a night cap in my rooms?” Alex sighed and nodded.
She pulled the pillow behind her head and stared up at the ceiling. She was on her back in the caretaker’s bed; just in her stockings and he was on top of her panting and groaning, his modest cock inside of her. He lowered his head and sucked her tits; he wasn’t gentle and used his teeth and mouth with little care. She turned her head slightly and saw the time; it was almost midnight and the dirty old sod had been fucking her for fifteen minutes already. He pulled up on his hands, thrusting hard and fast – well, as best he could at his age! – And suddenly he cussed and shook his head; he had shot his load into her. He patted her face and sighed; “Twenty years ago I would have lasted twice that. Never mind sweetheart, you certainly won’t object to a cup of tea and a quick sucking of my cock and when I’m hard again, we’ll do it French style. I really like that.” Alex looked back at the ceiling; she knew that ‘French Style’ meant having up her bum. She slowly nodded as he pulled from her saying; “I’ll put the kettle on. How do you take yours?”
She lay back and sighed; “The bloody things I have to endure in the line of duty.” Then giggled. Mr. Pickles returned with the tea and an erection. They sat on the bed leaned against the pillows and drank their tea. Alex used her free hand to jerk his cock and when both had finished their brew; Mr. Pickles set about Alex’s bum hole with real pleasure and anticipation. She was on all fours, gripping a couple of pillows beneath herself and wondering how long he would take; she was looking forward to her bed.
“Hold still sweetheart and thank you.” He pushed his cock in and started to thrust; Alex checked the clock and lowered her head as he really began to fuck her, hard and fast. This went on for some time and Alex had to look around at the old man to ensure it was still him! His hand rubbed her fanny and found her clitoris in an instant and worked with some skill. Alex groaned as the first little orgasm came and she was now backing up against his cock. “Good girl, you make me feel a million pounds and twenty years old again.” He said softly but didn’t slow down and now was buried up to his balls in her back passage and she could feel every inch.
Alex gripped the pillows and cussed as two or three orgasm’s swept over her; she really pushed back, moaning; “Fuck me! For God sake fuck me!” and he did. She had a big orgasm which made her legs shake and the tears to fall. Then she felt old Mr. Pickles pumping his cum into her; in big spurts of the hot liquid. She managed to raise her head and stared at the clock; he had fucked her arse like a steam engine for nearly twenty minutes!
Alex walked slowly and awkwardly back to her rooms, a little stunned by the great anal sex she had with old Mr. Pickles. He had invited her to take more ‘tea’ with him and she seriously considered that she would!
7. WEDNESDAY 3rd MAY 1961. QUEEN CHARLOTTE’S ACADEMY, KENT, ENGLAND.
Jericho
and Wilson joined them in the infirmary and Jackie made tea. “Well done Alex,
your date with our time-travelling friend produced the goods alright. Rul is
back with his master and the finance for their contribution to the porn industry
has been ended. Now, we need to discover Jerome’s time travelling device or
where the fixed time portal is located. I strongly suspect It’s around the
school buildings or grounds.” He accepted his tea from Jackie and took a sip
before continuing; “Jerome’s very presence here is changing the current
Time-line, though in a minor way and we’re tasked to recover him and sent him
home; permanently. Then close the time portal he has been using. When that’s
done, we can go home.” Jericho smiled and sipped his tea again, adding; “You
brew a cracking cup of tea Jackie!”
Wilson raised his cup to Jackie and said; “Ditto. We have only to Friday to return Jerome to his own time and save him from being a lost soul, so we need to get our skates on. Regarding the porn and drugs set up; that is really not our concern since that entails human criminal behaviour. “ Jericho grinned and tapped Wilson on the shoulder; “Spoken like a future Temporal Inspector!”
Everyone chuckled and Alex placed down her cup; “He wants me to watch a bloody film they made last week. I assume that John Newcomb uses the chemist’s he works for, to process the films and pictures. So they must set up and watch them somewhere and my money is on the closed up Taylor’s shop. The bloody film is called; The Naughty Schoolgirls” and I suspect it stars Jackie’s new friends Katherine Gapp and Susan Toller. Sadly, I think Jerome has already corrupted those two.”
Jackie finished her tea and tapped the cup with a finger; “Those two applied and received a pass for tonight to see ‘101 Dalmatians’ at the Victory cinema. I understand Miss Flowers will be taking them. I could plead with her and get taken along; the seats are only a shilling and four pence currently for school children and I have hardly touched the allowance my generous mother gave me.” Alex chuckled; “You really are in character.” and agreed with that plan, voicing her suspicions about Miss Flowers and Jerome.
Jericho didn’t smile; “If this Miss Flowers is under Jerome’s influence and those three are really going to the premiere of their porn film, then she’ll refuse you. If she does, call us because it mean’s Alex is right about the woman.” Jericho placed his cup down and sighed; “Now, back to ghost hunting. What a way to make a living….well, death actually.” On that amusing note the team broke up with Alex running her morning ‘sick parade’, Jackie attending a lecture on the English Civil War and the ‘Ghostbusters’ heading for the attic’s as part of their ongoing performance. It would also start their search for the elusive time portal [if it was located in the school buildings] and they would sweep each room using their mirrors which could detect time portals or time devices.
“This could take for bloody ever. The school’s huge and so’s the bloody grounds and outbuildings.” Wilson moaned as they walked down the attic stairs to start on the fourth floor. Jericho patted his shoulder; “Calm down big man. Hopefully our Alex will discover something at the porn film premiere tonight and we can all go home.” Wilson nodded his agreement with that.
Alex walked to the staff rest room and found Candice there, smoking and reading a magazine. She greeted Alex with some warmth and real affection, getting up and pouring her a cup of tea and snatching a couple of biscuits from their tin. They sat together talking small talk until Miss Ward finished her tea and left. Alone in the staff room Candice suddenly planted a big kiss on a surprised Alex’s lips. “John tells me you were great and Jerome is well taken by you. You will come to the viewing tonight?” Alex sipped her tea and nodded. Candice ran her hand up Alex’s uniform skirt [she was dressed as a school Matron obviously!] and caressed her thigh with some strength. “Afterwards we could get together with John again. What do you say?” The excitement in her voice obvious. Alex smiled; “Maybe, it depends on what Jerome wants me to do.” Candice nodded – a little disappointed, but still hopeful – she snatched her hand away as the staff room door opened and rather splendid fellow in Chef’s whites stood in the doorway.
“I’m looking for Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris, could you ladies help me please? I’m the temporary chef sent by the Recruitment Agency.” Both women rose from their seats and invited the big man in. Alex noticed immediately that he had a wonderful smile and was extremely well built; he certainly knew what a gym was for. Candice offered him tea which he declined and Alex told him that Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris – if not in her office – could be lecturing the Senior Girl’s on social etiquette in the big lecture room on the second floor. He asked where that was and Alex offered to show him. He thanked her and the pair left, walking slowly together and chatting; he was an ex-navel chef now looking for a permanent position and was working temporary jobs to earn some money. He wasn’t a shy or reserved man and told Alex without any reservations that she was a ‘stunner’.
Alex thanked him for his compliment. She had now realised with the demon vanquished, Preston Sutton [the Guardian of God] had to move on. Apparently the school received a phone call saying that his old mother was desperately ill in Jamaica. Preston explained to Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris that he would need to catch a boat quickly and she agreed that he should go straight to his poor sick mother. It was all bollocks of course; but it worked! So Steve Prince had been sent to cover until the position was filled permanently.
As they reached the big lecture Room; Steve thanked Alex and told her she should pop into the kitchens for anything that was on offer. She smiled at that and John held up his hands chuckling; “Come on Alexandra, you know what I meant.” She patted his face and whispered; “Oh, I know what a man like you means by that and I might just take you up on that generous offer.” He grinned and lowered his voice; “Oh boy, do I love a woman in uniform who knows her own mind. I will be baking French tarts this afternoon, come and try one.” Alex stared at him – smiling – as he stared back at her. There was silence between them for a few seconds and Alex whispered; “If you are lucky, I might come dressed as French tart myself.” And walked away, looking over her shoulder and smiling. She enjoyed flirting with the handsome chef and actually giggled to herself about it.
Steve Prince watched her hips swinging with her gentle small steps and smiled; really smiled. He knocked on the door and stuck his head around; “I’m looking for Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris.” The woman on the small stage gestured him in.
Jackie admitted that Alex was probably right about Miss Flowers; she had turned her request down flat and Kath and Susan giggled about it. So Jackie informed Jericho who told Alex that she best attend the film show and find out what she could. With no patients, Alex sat in the empty infirmary and read a couple of medical journals about the advances made in plastic surgery, when Susan Toller stuck her head around the door and smiled; “Miss, I have a message from Mister Hobbs, he says that the show starts at eight tonight and popcorn will be provided. I have to run; Miss Aspen is giving a talk on the Amazon natives who eat people.” The girl was gone and Alex sat back and then decided she might fancy a French Tart and a cup of tea with the new hunky chef. She headed for the kitchens with real anticipation in her walk. She certainly wouldn’t be disappointed!
She arrived just as the morning shift was departing; they would be back to serve the evening meal - like most catering staff they worked ‘split shifts’ – and that left Alex and the Chef alone. He explained quietly as he poured the tea, that he had a room in the village, so it wasn’t worth going home between the shifts. It was above the ladies dress shop in the High Street, between Boots the Chemist and an empty Taylors shop. Alex said she knew that part of the High Street well.
They didn’t even have tea, never mind a bloody French tart. He locked the Vegetable store door behind them and they pulled off their uniforms in quite a frenzy; though he pleaded with Alex to keep her stockings and sensible flat shoes on and, of course, her Matron’s hat. She insisted he keep his big chef’s hat on and laughing they fell together. They sat on sacks of potatoes and kissed quite passionately, both with a hand down each others’ pants. Alex murmured; “Jesus, at least I can say I had King Edward between my cheeks!” Then she really grinned as she took hold of a monster that moved, stiffened and grew between her fingers. “Christ Steve, you could beat a dinosaur into submission with this.” His hand gently rubbed her already moist vagina under her little black panties and he whispered; “Well, my hand tells me that you can certainly handle it sweetheart.” Their mouths came together again and they French kissed; Alex would swear that she could see and feel sparks and Steve thought she had wired her lips and mouth to the mains electric!
That was the cue that their bodies wanted to meet properly and Steve was soon kneeling between her legs, slowly pulling her panties down, He went to work and Alex was to discover that some men really did know how to please a woman. For the first time for quite a while; Alex had a little orgasm just with oral sex performed on her. She gripped his head and shoulders and groaned as he ate her out with real skill. The feelings in her crotch and stomach were intense and she told him to fuck her good and hard; NOW! He did as instructed and mounted her on the dusty potato sacks. She gripped his arse with both hands as he pushed his cock into her welcoming cunt and started to fuck her; slow and gentle at first, then when she slapped his buttocks, he got the signal and fucked her hard, deep and fast.
Their mouths came together and Alex held onto his big neck and broad shoulders with some determination as she groaned and cussed a little as two more orgasm’s swept over her. With legs high in the air, next to his head; Steve fucked her with real passion and commitment to please and it paid off; Alex was gripping his shoulders; unusually she couldn’t stop herself from digging her nails in, but a big climax was building. She felt it first beneath her heaving breasts and it moved down to her stomach, where she didn’t have butterflies flying around; they had turned into Eagles. It moved like a wave down to her crotch and legs causing a massive series of spurts. Her fanny ran like tap water through a colander and her legs shook so much that her sensible shoes flew off!
Just for a few seconds Alex actually thought she was about to faint and held onto Steve as he kissed her mouth and breasts; “Are you OK darling? Do you want me to continue?” he whispered, a little concerned at Alex’s reactions to his fucking. She spoke, but nothing came out and he repeated his question, one hand stoking her face and hair. Finally Alex only managed to whisper a very quiet YES and he continued to fuck her until he couldn’t hold out anymore. He whispered hoarsely; “Where do you want me to cum darling?” Alex passionately kissed him and whispered again; “Breed me darling, let it go, I want your juice in me, NOW.” Steve groaned and took a couple of deep breaths and praised God as he filled Alex up and he really did fill her. It felt like someone had thrown a bucket of hot paste into her fanny. They lay together just kissing and caressing for some minutes before the chef pulled gently from her and handed her a clean tea-towel from a nearby shelf.
She gripped the tea-towel and pushed it slowly between her legs which were still shaking and she noticed that her hands had joined them in trembling. He lay on the floor and wiped his face with his hat. He said nothing for a good minute, then sat up on his elbows and watched Alex wiping her crotch with the towel and her face with the other hand. He had fucked her to tears. “I think….No, I know that I feel….I mean I think I….” He tossed his head back and cussed; “This can’t just be it darling. I want; no I must see you again. That was something special and we both know it. I want you in my life. I don’t want to lose you, ever.” He spoke quietly and Alex could only nod; she had felt it too. The passion had been so intense they both couldn’t deny what had happened. He rose slowly and helped her off the sacks of King Edwards and they embraced; just standing and holding each other; they didn’t have to say a word.
Alex sat in the quiet infirmary and rolled the cup around in her hands; the tea inside was cold now. The French tart lay uneaten on the small plate next to the saucer. After some minutes she placed the cup down and folded her arms. She was desperately trying to come to terms with what happened between her and the Chef, or Steve, as she now thought of him. Her Steve…she quickly dismissed that thought. She was a temporal detective, only resurrected to service God and police the Time-Line. Romance wasn’t part of their duties, but when back in Human form they could suffer the entire spectrum of human emotions and love was certainly one of them. She argued with herself that it had just been really great sex. But her heart said otherwise.
She confided in Jackie who listened with real interest. Jackie pointed out that Steve the chef was nearly thirty and Alex counted her birthdays in centuries. They were born over 60 years apart and should never have met as lovers, never mind feel so much passion for each other. She also pointed out the fact that Alex died in 1901 and Steve is still alive. “Summing up; it’s a truly impossible relationship that neither of you will survive. When the mission here is finished, you will be gone and he will live out his ordained life here. I won’t tell you what Human Records say about him and I know you won’t look them up. But you two could never be together; ever. That’s the hard awful truth of all this. Please accept that for the sake of your sanity and pass that damn tart over.” She then ate the damn French Tart! That made the really sad Alex smile and they heard the Diner Gong sounding.
“Come on, they say the new chef can really cook chicken stew and dumplings….” Jackie stopped, then said; “Come on, I’m starving, let’s go to diner.” They both headed to the Dining Room in silence.
8. THE FILM SHOW INTERUPTED.
Alex waited behind the sports pavilion and checked her mirror. Wilson and Jericho had to call the time portal search off at five o’clock because that was the time Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris had deemed they would vacate the school for the day. They had taken rooms in the Beckett Arms pub in the High street and would probably be in the bar, waiting for the evening meals to be served. Her thoughts were disturbed by the sound of Jerome’s motorcycle arriving. He waved and smiled, pulling the cover back on the sidecar and Alex stepped in with lady like grace. He seemed disappointed; “No flash of the silk and cotton then?” He asked chuckling and leaned over and kissed her. He didn’t smile; “You all right sweetheart?” Alex forced a smile and nodded.
He pulled away, scarf flying and drove slowly until he reached the school gates and turned into the road to the village, then he opened the ‘Matchless’ up. They arrived just before eight o’clock outside the old Taylor’s shop and Alex stared down the quiet High Street to the Ladies dress shop and sighed a little, then gathered her thoughts together; she had an assignment to complete and the others were depending on her. Jerome was moaning about Harry and how on earth he could have failed to notice that the films in the cameras had 'fogged' and recorded nothing. “We’ll have to shoot it all again; you don’t mind do you?” Alex said she didn’t mind and restrained from smiling.
John Newcomb pulled open the door and gestured them inside; “Everyone is here except Max. He doesn’t usually miss the big premieres so I expect he’ll show.” He kissed Alex on the cheek and she thought; you’ll wait a long time for that bastard my friend.
The big room had a large white screen set up and a ‘Bell & Howell’ projector was sitting on a table, facing it with two canisters of film next to it. Harry was busy feeding a film through it and fixing the accepting reel. It was ready in a couple of minutes. Alex sat on the sofa next to Janet and Candice who ran her hand over Alex’s thigh. Janet was drinking a glass of wine and handed the pair a glass each and produced the bottle from the floor. “I’ve brought us girls three bottle of decent plonk. The boys have a bottle of whisky to kill.” Alex accepted her glass of wine and noticed Candy was opening some bottles of coke and pushing a straw in each. “For Sue and Kath.” She said smiling.
Alex nodded and knew she had been right about those two. They been corrupted by Jerome and his pornography; she felt quite sad about that. John Newcomb sat cross legged on the floor next to Candice and the pair talked incessantly together. Jerome kept checking his watch; “Where the hell is Flowers and my two little stars?” he asked Harry, who shrugged his shoulders. Jerome disappeared downstairs and checked the street. He came back unsmiling; “Let’s start without them.” And switched off the lights.
Harry turned the projector on and the opening credits appeared; the title was ‘THE NAUGHTY SCHOOLGIRLS’ directed by Max Cummings, produced by Ivor Biggun and photographed by Fanny Gapp. Alex really shook her head at those dire attempts at humour, but the others all laughed. Alex recognized the female teacher who was only wearing black stockings, mortar board hat with tassel and a black graduation gown with batwings; it was Candice. Everyone cheered [Alex just grunted] and Candice stood and bowed, sipping her wine. The two schoolgirls – not wearing Queen Charlotte Academy uniforms – appeared and soon the lesbian action started.
They were quickly joined by the ‘school Janitor’ who quickly lost all his clothes apart from his boots; it was John Newcomb. The audience all cheered at his appearance and applauded. Alex sat arms folded; she didn’t drink the wine - it was cheap and nasty – like the film and her present company. That’s when there was a firm knock at the door and Jerome smiled; “At fucking last, Come on girls you are missing it.”
The door flew open and the lights were switched on; Detective Inspector Harper and several uniform constables poured into the room followed by two men in long mackintosh’s and hats; CID obviously. The Inspector took hold of Jerome’s arm and said quietly; “Jerome Hobbs, I am arresting you for suspicion of distributing pornographic material, outraging public morals, corruption of minors and possession of controlled drugs with intent to supply; You don’t have to say anything, but what you do say will be taken down in writing and may be given in evidence; do you understand?” Jerome, looking quite shocked, could only nod.
A big constable had turned off the projector and was taking possession of it and the films. Two constables grabbed hold of Harry and John, marching them down the stairs to a big black police van and shoving them in. There were two other police cars parked in the street and quite a crowd had gathered to watch. A CID officer stood over Alex and waved her up; “Come on love, your career as a movie star is over.” Alex grabbed her handbag and stood as the big man took her arm quite firmly and took her down the stairs without trouble. But the screaming Candice had to be manhandled and dragged down the stairs to the van by a CID officer and a uniform constable. She had become hysterical and had to physically dragged into the van and handcuffed.
Janet just walked with her police officer and said nothing except to nod at Jerome who was actually handcuffed. Alex climbed into the back of the police van and threw a glance at the really interested crowd that had formed on the pavement. She saw Steve standing there in his old raincoat, staring at her. The shook made her stagger a little and she slumped on the bench and ran a hand over her face. She wanted to call out to him, but he stared at the pavement and turned away. She watched as he wiped his face and shook his head. he was gone. Alex sat with her head in her hands and took several deep breaths until one of the CID officers whispered into her ear; "Are you Miss Cappanni?" she nodded and he pulled her from the van and placed her in the CID car. "The Superintendent wants to deal with you himself." he muttered and car pulled away; the bell/siren sounding.
Everyone was bundled in to the van and with siren sounding, taken to the local police station. In the back of the big black CID car sat Miss Flowers with Katherine Gapp and Susan Toller; all unsmiling. They had been picked up as they left the cinema and the big car pulled away. Jerome was pushed into the rear of the Inspectors car and Harper sat next to him, lighting up a cigarette.
Finally, as the car pulled away, Jerome said quietly; “How did you find out?” The Inspector drew on his cigarette and smiled; “We received information from an informant. Your school is currently being raided by our colleagues from the City. They are assisting us on this one. When you are found guilty or plead guilty because we caught you bang to rights; you’ll probably get five to seven years at her Majesty’s pleasure. The others will probably get slightly less; though I think the teachers will get at least three years apiece and never work in education again. They will be lucky if they get jobs working in a dockyard café. “ He chuckled and finished his cigarette and threw it out the window.
Jerome had to ask; “Who informed on us?” the Inspector smiled at him. “I can’t give you her name, that is confidential and protected and if required, she will give evidence in court simply known as MISS X. The Superintendent has given her immunity from prosecution because of her co-operation in this sordid matter.”
Jerome sat back and wondered who had betrayed him and more importantly why? He was taken from the police car, searched and charged and placed in a separate cell from John and Harry. The two schoolgirls sat in the lost property office with a large and fearsome WPC. It appears that the police viewed them as ‘Victims’ because of their young age and Jerome as a corrupt evil predator. They were probably right!
Candice, Janet and Miss Flowers ended up in the same cell after being searched and charged with obscenity and pornography. But Miss Alexandra Cappanni sat in the Superintendents office and sipped a very welcome cup of tea. The police Superintendent was a huge man with no hair and a rough manner about him. He sat reading her statement, nodding and sipping his tea. “Excellent statement Miss, are you sure you’ve had no legal training? This could have been written by one of my CID officers – one of my
better
one’s as well – It covers all we and the court will need.” Alex whispered
‘thank you sir’ and finished her tea. He sat back and shook his head; “I know
you fell by the wayside for a short time, but good Morales will always come
through. You have done the right thing here, for yourself, for young women
everyone and for society. Well done. You can go whenever you want.” He stood as
she did and opened the door for her, offering a lift back to the school which
she declined. She was heading for Beckets Arms pub and some serious brandies
with Jericho and Wilson.
She pushed her way through the crowds outside the police station and found a quiet doorway to operate her mirror. She appeared in the small alley way next to the ‘Empire’ cinema and walked to the pub, passing the Taylor’s shop which had a bored constable standing in the doorway and she stopped outside the Ladies Dress shop and could see the light on in the flat above. Steve the Chef was at home. The temptation was overwhelming to ring his bell, but she sighed and walked on.
The Beckett Arms was quite busy and Alex found Wilson & Jericho sitting at a table clutching brandies and reading the local paper. They both looked up and smiled; Wilson gave her his brandy glass and she downed it in one. “I think I best make a report about what just happened.” Jericho leaned back, sipping his brandy and nodded. “Please do.” Was all he said.
9. THURSDAY 4th MAY 1961. QUEEN CHARLOTTE’S ACADEMY, KENT, ENGLAND.
Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris peered over her glasses at Alex and re-read the report from the Superintendent and then picked up her tea cup and took a much needed sip. “Regardless of the praise Derek…..the police Superintendent heaps upon you Miss Cappanni, I am of the opinion that you are not suitable for this school which will soon be mired in enough scandal. Therefore I am letting you go. Please be off site by lunch time. I will of course, give a reasonable reference to any future employer who may contact us. I feel obliged to do that at least for you exposing this nest of vipers.” She lowered the tea cup and piece of paper. “Thank you Miss Cappanni and goodbye.” She gestured to the door.
The interview was over and Alex headed back to her rooms and stared out the small window occasionally as she packed what few items she had bought with her for this mission. She was glad to be going; especially after the incident with Steve the Chef.
Jackie appeared in the doorway, eating an apple; “Christ Alex,
you certainly know how to escape from a boring film!” she smiled and waltzed in
and sat on the bed. “The papers are full of the story, they are calling this
place the ‘School for scandal’ and there’s lots of pictures [in the tabloids]
of stills from those old comedy films; St.
Trinian's and the glasshouse is taped off with a nice looking young
constable standing there. The girls have taken him down lots of tea and
sandwiches.”
Alex stood by the window, arms folded and unsmiling; “We still need to find Jerome’s time controlling device. Jericho and Wilson have swept the school and outbuildings and found sod all. So he must have it hidden somewhere else. The mission’s not really over until we find that. We have changed his destiny and he certainly won’t be stabbed here tomorrow. But we still need to return him to his own time; now that could be the difficult part with him on remand in bloody Canterbury prison. Finally, there’s still the bloody ‘lady in white ghost’ to figure out; there are no earth bound spirits recorded here.”
Jackie finished her apple and grinned; “Oh, the ghost is sorted. I hid in the toilets and shower room after lights out last night and sure enough; the secret panel came open and out she popped, putting on her skeleton mask and gloves. It was Miss Ward and was she surprised to see me sitting there! We had a nice chat and I found out the Miss ward was very angry about being passed over for the headmistresses post – again – and hoped her activities would have Scott-Harris shown up. But it worked better than she ever expected; with some of the girl’s parents complaining. So, Scott-Harris had to be seen to do something! So she called in paranormal investigators. I said I would say sod all, being only temporary here and she was really nice and grateful for that.”
Alex laughed and shook her head; “That’s a bleeding cracker. You’ve cheered me up with that.” Alex stared out the window and saw the caretaker cleaning up the basket ball court. She had to smile. “I’ll be staying at the Beckett Arms with Jericho and Wilson for now. Apparently your ‘mum’ will collect you when we’ve found the bloody time portal device.” Jackie nodded and threw her apple core into the waste bin with some skill; it was the other side of the room. “My basket ball skills have improved considerably. It’s a popular sport with old Pickles, the ex-gardeners and Mister Collins coming to watch most of the time. I think they really like watching young girls in really short skirts and loose tops throwing a ball about. Dirty old sods.”
Alex nodded, then asked; “Who’s Mister Collins’ when he’s at home?” Also wondering where she had heard the name before. Jackie jumped from the bed; “I’ll help carrying your stuff to the car. Oh, Mister Collins is the school engineer or maintenance man; he runs the boilers, so nobody really see’s him. Doesn’t turn up for meals and is only seen when needed. He’s a big hockey, basket ball and sports fan. Especially if it involves young girls in skimpy outfits I think.” Jackie grabbed Alex’s case and headed for the door; “He is a friend of Hobbs apparently.” She added.
Alex rubbed her chin; “Have you checked him with Human Records?” Jackie shook her head; “I haven’t, because he doesn’t seem to be involved in any of this.” Alex picked up her handbag and ‘Gladstone’ bag; “I think we’ll stop by the boiler house after we’ve packed the car.” She said softly.
They were stopped by one of Jackie’s friends, young Adelaide who waved a paper about; “Take a look at this Jack! He was a bloody Houdini wasn’t he?” Jackie took the paper and they both stared at the front page of the local paper. They both looked at each other; “Forget the boiler house, I need to see Jericho!” Alex said; Jackie thanked Adelaide and the pair walked off together; the bell for assembly was sounding. Alex sat in her car and just stared at the headlines; “He must have had the bloody time controller on him.” She muttered and shook her head.
“Mister Jerome Hobbs had simply vanished from his prison cell after lights out last night and no trace of him has been found. A nationwide police search has been launched. He is not considered dangerous and the public are encouraged to contact their local police station if they have a sighting of him.” Alex read quietly to herself, then sat back and gripped the steering wheel.
“Something doesn’t make sense here, the police and then the prison staff would have searched him thoroughly before he was placed in the cell. He would have been given prison uniform and all his possessions taken. So where did he hide the damn time controller?” she was speaking with Jericho on her mirror; he and Wilson were on their way to the school. Alex stared across the playing field at the big boiler house with its two tanks some yards away surrounded by their own bund. They were kept well away from the main school buildings in case of explosion or fire. She recalled what Jackie had said; “a friend of Hobbs apparently.”
Alex slapped the wheel; Hobbs didn’t have the time controller hidden on him; the police and prison searches proved that and since he’s disappeared from a locked cell in the middle of the night, there is only one explanation; he had an accomplice who knew how to operate the time device. He simply jumped to the cell and they both jumped back. But who was the other time-traveller and his accomplice? Hobbs had worked at the school for about a year before he was murdered [in the original time lime, now changed of course] so who else is a new starter around here?
She started the car and drove to the gates and turned into the road that ran down to the village. She reached the Beckets Arms just as the pub was opening up and found Jericho and Wilson outside; they were reading the local paper. Alex eased from the car and smiled; “I see you don’t need to be told about Jerome ‘Houdini’ Hobbs. But I think we have two time travellers here; otherwise how the hell did he get out of prison?” She explained her thoughts about that.
Wilson agreed with her; the police and prison authorities would have thoroughly searched him and removed everything. He had to have an accomplice to carry out his impossible escape. Jericho rubbed his chin; “Jackie informs me that there was indeed a breach of the time line last night for this time and place. Two people left for 2022 and two returned.” Wilson leaned against the window ledge and watched two early morning drinkers rush into the pub. “That means his accomplice saved his skin and they returned here, but who the hell was it?”
They walked into the pub and ordered coffee’s, sitting at a quiet table by the door. Wilson sipped his coffee and leaned back; “Why was Jerome here in the first place? He was from 2022 and we know that this school closed down in 1991 and the buildings became a luxury hotel and golf course. So Jerome can’t have any personal connection with the place; it closed down before he was even born. Then why jump back to 1961 to make bloody porn films and grow a little cannabis? It really doesn’t make sense.”
“Amen to that; all we have achieved is finding out who the fake ghost was and scaring off Jerome to travel somewhere else in time unless…..” Jericho slowly placed his cup down. He managed a smile; “Alex, do some research; find out who Jerome’s mum and dad were or his grandparents. They would have been born around this time [1950’s & 1960’s]. He must have a connection with the school somewhere in his past.” Alex finished her excellent cup of coffee and discretely operated her mirror behind the local paper.
“According to Human Records, his grandfather was a vehicle mechanic in Southend-on-Sea, Essex and was born in 1935. His grandmother was worked as a hairdresser until she started a family and was born in 1940. There doesn’t appear to be any connection with the school. Jerome's father is shown as Jerome Hobbs and his mother worked as Kitchen Assistant until she had the baby." Alex lowered her mirror and shrugged her shoulders. Jericho sighed; “Any relatives shown as time travellers? We’re getting desperate now!” and chuckled, finishing his coffee. Alex tapped at her mirror thinking; Owen is far better at this or rather Jacqueline at the present.
“Nothing yet….Blah, Blah, Blah….nothing. Wait, there’s one entry about a Norman Pickles vanishing from the Human Time-Line in 1961 when he was 52 and is a missing soul; he missed his departure date in 1972. He was Jerome’s Mum’s, older brother by some nine years. Team 34 investigated and closed the case because they couldn’t discover if he travelled in time or fell foul to a demon. He was working as a Taylor in the village, but that went bankrupt in 1960 and all had left was his shop and the flat above ” Alex stared at her mirror, then added in a quiet voice; “The current school caretaker is called Pickles who said his brother owned the Taylor’s Shop in the village. Now that’s some co-incidence!”
Jericho sat up; “Co-incidence my backside. I think we should run a mirror over Pickles the caretaker. When did he join Queen Charlotte’s Academy in that position?”
Alex checked Human records and said quietly; “Just last year, within a few days of Jerome becoming Under Gardener! They must have arrived together.” Wilson leaned forward; “I think this Pickles character is the original Time traveller who travelled from 1961 with his nephew and together they travelled back for some really important reason to this school.”
Jericho pushed his cold coffee cup away and clasped his hands; “Why would someone stab Jerome to death? Find the murderer who would have struck tomorrow and we may discover what the hell this is all about.” Alex folded her arms; “I’ve just had an unpleasant thought; what if it was Jerome’s accomplice that killed him for whatever reason. If he was planning to kill Jerome tomorrow and suddenly Jerome is nicked and banged up; he would have to rescue him to ensure his plan – whatever it is – stays on track. He could have sprung Jerome so that he can kill him tomorrow, so Friday 5th of May 1961 must be really important for either or both of the time travellers, but why?”
Wilson tapped the table; “Check Jerome’s father’s date of birth; he was born in 1962 and who exactly was his grandmother who gave birth to his father; she had to have conceived in 1961.” Alex operated her mirror; “According to Human Records the older Jerome Hobbs was born February 1962 which means his mother conceived in or around May 1961.” They all looked at each other; “Who was his mother Alex?” Jericho asked and Alex stared at her mirror and didn’t smile; “Sweet Jesus; She was a Caroline Pickles who worked as kitchen assistant here form 1959 to 1961. She died in childbirth and her soul was collected and processed. Another Pickles connection; her brother was a time traveller!”
Jericho smiled broadly; “I think I have worked this cracker out. Come on, let’s speak to Pickles.” Alex wasn’t happy about that but didn’t have any choice. She then remembered she couldn’t go back on school grounds and told Jericho so. He just nodded and muttered about ‘sit in your car.’ They headed back to the school.
The van was just turning into the driveway when Jericho’s mirror buzzed and he answered it; he spoke with Mr. Albian who was the Senior Time Controller on duty. Jericho said yes a few times and a couple of thank you’s. He lowered the mirror. “The time line has just changed; some nine descendants of a certain Jerome Hobbs have been erased from history and the Time-Line is adjusting itself. That included Jerome Hobbs who now has never existed because someone killed his father on May 4th, 1961 at the back of the glasshouse at Queen Charlotte’s Academy!” Jericho gestured up the drive; “Get to the boiler house quick!” he shouted and Wilson put his foot down and they arrived a minute or so later. They decamped from the van and ran around the back of the old boiler house.They found the old caretaker standing by the rear door, searching a big wallet and stuffing some of it’s contents into his pockets. He smiled at the Temporal Detectives and placed the wallet in the big canvas bag hanging from his shoulder. They stared down at the gravel path; the body of Jerome Hobbs lay sprawled with a large puddle of blood surrounding it. Alex didn’t need to take Jerome’s pulse; he was clearly dead. Norman Pickles smiled at Alex and said; “Hello darling, bought your friends with you I see.” Jericho lowered his mirror; “He has a time portal in a Medieval dagger concealed under his coat. It’s free ranging so he could jump anywhere as long as he has an object from the time period, he wants to visit.”
“Why?” Alex asked quietly and Norman smiled and gestured to the dead Jerome; “He would take my baby sister to the pictures on Saturday night [6th May 1961] and seduce her and then abandon her after finding out that she was pregnant. Not a pleasant thing to happen to a young girl in 1961. It would have ruined her life, but the poor girl died having the baby. I had planned to stop that tomorrow by killing the bastard. But you messed that up darling by informing on him. So I had to rescue him and kill him when I could; today. I’m no scientist but if your father dies before your born, you can’t travel back and impregnate your mother. You see Jerome here changed time by seducing his own mother without knowing it. I found out he was going to meet her on Saturday and I put an end to it before it even started. The perfect murder I would suggest; Jerome now was never born because his father was never conceived. So no murder; you can’t kill someone who never existed.”
Norman sighed; “I accidently found the time portal dagger in the small museum here at the school, I was cleaning it and suddenly found myself in 1912. I finally worked it out that the time portal – as your friend pointed out – would take you wherever the other object you hold was from. I had my father’s Edwardian watch in my pocket, made in 1912. The rest I worked out. I knew the story of my poor sister and persuaded my descendant Jerome to accompany me, travelling back here. Except I didn’t know he was a sexual predator and opportunist, but he convinced me that I could save my shop and flat by making lot’s of money making porn films and growing dope. The Bank was about to repossess my home and shop, so I agreed. I didn’t know then, he would be the man who ruined my baby sister and that he was his own father because I brought him back here. I slowly realised what I had done. So I put it all right, I searched his shit-hole and found hidden in the kitchen several small films; two contained my poor sister being used by that bastard. They will never see light of day.”
Only the Temporal detectives could see the time wave sweeping through, adjusting the current time line. The body of Jerome Hobbs disappeared; he had never been born. All his actions in 1961 were also removed. There was now no seduction of Kath & Susan, no pornographic movies and the cannabis plant farm was gone. Harry & Janet Field never became his partners in the blue film business and Candice, Miss Flowers and John Newcomb never met the man who ruined their lives.
Norman smiled at Alex and blew a kiss; he was gone. Jericho checked his mirror and sighed; “Norman appears to have landed back in 1912 – he still must have his father’s watch handy – Unknown to him, he has returned the Human Time Line to it’s original state; before Jerome was born. The existing time line was actually the altered one. That’s why the Senior Time Controller called me; to thank us for a job well done!”
“I think you should call Stella and tell her to collect her daughter and we can all go home.” Alex said to Jericho and they walked back to the van. Wilson chuckled; “Do you realise that if we hadn’t jumped back here, the original time line would have been restored anyway, with Norman killing Jerome before he could father his own father!” Alex sighed; “Still, we did fix it just by bloody turning up!”
They sat in the van and watched a string of girls streaming onto the hockey field with Candice blowing her whistle and shouting. Alex smiled to herself and wondered how Candice’s life would now evolve. She stared down the drive to see a taxi pulling up and a big ex-navel Chef stepping out to start his career as a school cook and Alex really smiled at that.
It was followed by a Rolls-Royce driven by old Joe from Supplies. Stella had arrived to collect Jackie and with that, all traces of the temporal detectives visit would be gone. The van drove down to the gates and parked up; they would wait until Stella collected Jackie and then the whole team would jump back to the lighthouse.
Mr. Collins – the boiler man – lit a cigarette and watched the girls playing hockey with some interest. He smiled as a young John Newcomb cycled down the drive; he was here to apply for the Under-gardeners position which had been vacant for some time. Mr. Collins knew he worked in the chemists developing films and photographs. He was friends with Harry who was an excellent camera-man and the pair would soon get together. Mr. Collins threw down his cigarette butt and would put his proposition to them all tonight. It could make them a lot of money. Katherine Gapp and Susan Toller walked past him and waved, smiling and laughing. Then blew him a kiss; they looked about giggling and then hitched up their skirts to show their regulation white cotton panties. He really did smile; they were clearly looking forward to their visit tomorrow afternoon in his secret playroom, located in the big glass house.
"The team had restored the original Time-Line and prevented nine souls coming into existence that should not have been created. But had failed to apprehend Norman Pickles who is now a missing soul, that aside; the Mission was considered a success by Angel Margret and the Team themselves. Alex nearly made a right blunder [by having sex with Pickles] on this particular mission, but she managed to keep her 'secrets' safe."
CHARACTERS
Jerome Hobbs [Under-Gardener & Time Traveller] should never have existed and created a ‘Time Paradox’ that needed correcting. Upon his murder in 1961, the original Time-Line was restored and some nine souls that should never have existed removed. All nine souls were placed by Angel Margret in new lives & bodies, so they could be correctly collected at their new ordained times.
Miss Katherine Gapp [Student] left the Academy the following year and worked as a secretary for a large Publishing Company’s Sales Director. She served with the company for almost thirty years and never married. She suffered a tragic accident in 1992 while on holiday in France and accidently drown. Her soul was collected and processed.
Miss Susan Toller [Student] left the Academy in 1962 and worked in a small shipbuilding office and in 1965 married the owner. They remained married until his death in 1982. They had three children and she never remarried. She died in 1995 and her soul was collected and processed.
Detective Inspector Gerald Harper wasn’t very good at his job, but survived until he retired in 1976. He moved to Brighton in retirement there and died in 1989. He had never married. His soul was collected and processed.
Mr. Harold Fields [Head-Gardener] was a man of many talents; an excellent gardener, very good photographer and good amateur film maker. His collection of films about the growing seasons actually appeared on the new ITV networks. He died in 1981 after being stabbed in fight outside a pub in Canterbury. His soul was collected and processed.
Mrs. Janet Fields [Kitchen Assistant] divorced her ‘boring’ husband in 1963 and travelled to London. She was quickly caught up in the lucrative pornography business which was booming at the time. She became a very well known ‘Porn Star’ under a fanciful name. She married four times over the years and had two children. She died of an alcohol and drugs overdose in Brixton in 1991 – alone. Her soul was collected and processed.
Miss Evelyn Scott-Harris [Headmistress] remained at Queen Charlotte’s Academy until it closed for good in 1991 due to undisclosed financial matters. She never worked again in Education, but became a Post Office Sub postmaster in a small Kent village. She never married nor had any children and died in 1997. Her soul was collected and processed.
Miss Helen Ward [English & History] left the school and teaching, moving to America after she married her American ‘Pen-Pal’ in 1964. It wasn’t a happy marriage and they soon divorced in 1971. She returned to England with her two children and worked in an Insurance office until her retirement in 2002. She died in 2008 and her soul was collected and processed.
Miss Candice Fuller [Biology & Chemistry] ‘Candy’ married John Newcomb in 1962 and the pair moved to Manchester where John worked for his uncle – a local Undertaker – and in 1974, the pair took over the firm after his Uncles’ death. She had four children and died in 2005. Her soul was collected and possessed.
Norman Pickles [Caretaker & Time Traveller] disappeared in 1961 and appeared in 1912 where he lived for a few years until tracked down by Inspector Wilson Franklyn and Team 22, who returned him to 1961. He went back to his old caretaker job at the Academy! He died in 1972 and his soul was quarantined for a full Human century for murder and time-travelling escapades. He will re-join the Human Life Cycle in 2072.
Miss Caroline Pickles [Kitchen Assistant] never became involved with Jerome Hobbs in 1961 and left the Academy in 1963 to get married to a soldier. She lived in Germany for some years with her four children until she divorced her cheating, drunken husband and returned to England. She died in 2000, days after the Millennium celebrations. Her soul was collected and processed.
John Newcomb/aka ‘Ronnie the rabbit’ [School Visitor] married Candice Fuller in 1962 and the pair moved to Manchester where he worked as an Undertaker in his Uncle’s firm. He took over the business in 1974 and ran it until his death in 1996. His two son’s now run the business. John’s soul was collected and processed.
Miss Edna Flowers [Art & Drama] left the academy in 1963 and worked for a big travel firm as a Representative and lived most of her life in Spain. She never married but had two children by a married Spanish Footballer. She died there of breast cancer in 1994 and her soul was collected and processed.
Percy Duggan [Road sweeper & Porn Star] the big man – unfortunately – got himself in trouble over two underage girls and did time in Canterbury Prison. That started him off on a short life of crime as he worked for a local gang as an ‘Enforcer’. He was found dead in his ford Cortina in 1979. He had been murdered. No-one was brought to justice for his murder, but his soul was collected and processed.
Mr. Samuel Collins [Boiler man] was arrested in 1963 – at the academy – for growing and distributing illegal drugs; Cannabis grown in the Academy glass-houses! He also served time for under-age sex with four of the Academy pupils. He was released in 1971 and vanished. Temporal Inspector Gwyn Francine and Team 28 are on his trail in Birmingham in 1912. There is no resolution yet but there is believed to be a connection between him and Mr. Pickles.
‘Max’ or RUL the Demon disappeared for a while, but Demon Ingress now reports the wily and clever little demon has apparently appeared in Victorian Paris in 1884 but - again - is keeping a low profile.
Steve Price worked at the school for three years, then joined P & O cruise lines and travelled the world until 1972. He returned to Kent and opened a small restaurant in Canterbury that wasn't successful. He finished his time working in a factory canteen and retired in 1989. He had never married, but had a daughter by his partner. Steve died in 1997 and his soul was collected and processed.
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