Day 5 500 Words
Borrowing bikes from the yacht club.
As a nice young lad from the finest part of town to the lowest form of life in one day. We knew there was a party for a 16 year old lass in the smartest part of town, close to the seafront and in a lovely green area. The yacht club and Golf club were two of the nicest places to have your 16th birthday. The fact that it was widely known to all in an era pre the internet was something.
But it was well known and the party was all set to be a big deal. Some of our mob knew the lass and her brother. This meant we had a way in and of course we’d be doing just that. The place had flooor to ceiling windows and on the inside, curtains to match. On arrival we had been binned off by the security and of course we ignored their suggestions to vacate the area. We had other plans. Ones they had no idea about. Once triggered and away form the main door due to an emergency, we’d have someone open one of the tall floor to ceiling doors and let us in.
Once in I immediately saw Jo, she was as she always was, a vision of Modness, her hair and make up had always caught my eye and on this night she looked even more stunning. She was a long way from home and with friends whom she’d agreed she would be spending the night.
As it was a 16th birthday party, there was no alcohol for sale, we’d of course brought some of our own but nothing hard. Bottles of cider, which I despised, Gin, also despised and some beers, Party Six, a large can, which once open, had to be consumed. It was warm and the kind of beer your dad drank.
Jo saw me and wondered how we’d been aloud in. Once I’d told her, she couldn’t stop laughing at our audacity. Personally, I’d walked fucking miles to get there and had the same journey home. Jo had agreed to stay in the area with friends. We talked about that and agreed that we’d walk to her friends, collect her stuff, pretending that her parents had been told she was heading home.
We walked to the beach and sat under the racks of dinghys overlooking the seafront. We were about a mile from the town centre and knew we’d be undisturbed. I did though, promise her that I would have her home before sunrise. We talked, laughed and kissed, the way young kids do, for the entire evening. As promised, I walked her home and in time for sunrise. The walk was 7 miles in all. We’d have walked for twice that and still not complained. Home in time for the sunrise, she snuck in to her home before anybody awoke and nobody ever knew the night we’d had.
Jo and I would experience more time together in the coming years, there would though be a gap of 3 years before we encountered one another again. I was glad we did.
