The International Writers
One and Two of LOVE GAMES here
Already she had met
Rain and Martin and of course Dr Block. Martin seemed nice, very friendly,
but a trifle stiff and slightly dull. They had started the night quite
well, he was pointing out the local characters in the bar, like Prof West
of Sociology who Martin claimed many on campus thought to be a Russian
1974 All About Wendy
Whilst Guy Block was despairing of the human condition, well,
mainly his own, in the bathroom, Wendy Lampkin was out in the
local village pub The Lamb and Flag with her new friend, Martin
Jessup. She was rather pleased with herself to be making new friends
and giving a good impression in these early stages of University
"No really?" asked Wendy incredulously
"Well hes very left wing, a true Marxist, but unless the landlord
here is his contact then I think it unlikely, he never goes anywhere else"
But as the night moved on, it, like the now drunken Prof West started
to droop and grow heavy. Martin had clearly run out of things to say and
he didnt seem particularly comfortable around women. As Wendy sat
twiddling her hair and catching sneaky glances at the ornate clock on
the wall behind the bar, Martin was blowing into his bottle and attempting
to find it all rather amusing
Please, Please, Please say something to me Martin, lets make a move
or something, Im dying of boredom here. Hang on
to say something
Martin slowly and firmly put his bottle down and adjusted his spectacles.
" he began, before checking his watch, patting down
the left hand side of his hair and clearing his throat. "So"
he repeated, Wendy now in agony waiting to see what nugget of information,
what gesture he was about to offer, "Youre from Wigan you say?"
Humph! Brilliant. The art of conversation is alive and well. Oh no,
is he, he is, is he looking at me like the others do? Oh good grief they
cant all want me!
Wendy swallowed deeply and replied, "Thats right" with
an attempt at a polite smile
"That must be fascinating" Martin said
"Must it?" Wendy asked. "Why?"
"Well I mean to say, aah, isnt it?"
"Um no not really. Martin, do you even know where Wigan is?"
"I um, well, no I cant say I do. I was brought up in Bristol
and have only left it once and that was to study here"
Finally last orders were called and Wendy could make her escape. Martin
escorted her out into the pub car park for his motor just as Prof West
fell off his barstool.
Wendy was just clicking her seatbelt into place when Martin, climbing
into the drivers seat suggested a drive up to the river.
"Its so nice up there this time of night" he said
Wendy was hardly enamoured by the idea, but agreed, as she didnt
want to hurt his feelings. After all he had been kind enough to take her
out for the night and hadnt let her pay for a thing, it would be
remiss of her to turn him down flat now she thought.
The car pulled in by the front of the river. In the distance you could
hear some ducks quack as they waddled off for the night. A full moon was
shining down on them and the city lights dipped on and off over the hills
"Ooh you were right, it is lovely here isnt it?" Wendy
Martin cleared his throat once more, Wendy was beginning to worry if the
boy was in need of a packet of Tunes he had coughed so much that evening.
"Wendy um, I must ask you about this afternoon?" he managed
"What about it?" Wendy asked uncertain.
"You were out with Dr Block in that cafeteria"
"Thats right, wed been to see Women In Love at
the pictures, have you seen it Martin? Its good you know, a bit
odd I thought but
"Oh my, you were at the cinema with him? Wendy the man is an animal,
surely you know this?" Martin stammered, his face growing red and
his breath was steaming up the windows rather rapidly.
"Martin what? Are you ok luv?" Wendy asked a little panicked
"Its you who should be asked if you are ok, Wendy, a delicate
little flower such as yourself should not be mixing and cavorting with
the likes of Guy Block!"
"What? Hang on a minute sunshine..."
"Honestly Wendy the man is sex mad, sex mad! Hes like some
hippy Leslie Phillips! Hell try and have his wicked way with you
Wendy you mark my words, dont you see Wendy hes evil, sleazy
and you, youre too good for him. Oh Wendy!"
Oh bloody hell
Martin lunged at Wendy, with his mouth open wide in what she presumed
and feared was to be an attempt at a kiss, but if there were any medical
people passing, they would assume it was the correct lip formation for
mouth to mouth. Luckily Wendy had had to fend of people back home before
now and brought her bag up to clout Martin on the side of the head.
He quickly recoiled back, hitting the drivers side window with
"Martin what are you doing?!" she demanded
"Oh thats it is it?" he said rubbing the side of his
head as his eyes bulged out at her. No more was he looking at her like
the other boys did. Wendy was unfamiliar with this look and she
hoped it wasnt one she would see often.
"I see what it is" he spat, "You want to be his plaything
dont you. Ach women youre all the same, always falling for
the wrong man, you seem to want to be mistreated, want to be hurt, well
good luck to you Miss Lampkin, good luck if you cant see a good
man standing, well sitting, in front of you!" He fumed.
"What are you on about?" was all Wendy could manage in reply.
"Every girl I meet, theyre all like you, they dont
want to know me, they look at me as if Im subhuman. Ok so I might
not have Guy Blocks intellect, his charm, his fancy clothes or
even his bloody beard! Its not my fault Im almost twenty
and still only shave once a week! But I tell you what I do have, a good
heart and a love for women! But do you
tarts! Do you want it? No!"
"Martin calm down!" Wendy shouted forcibly causing Martin
to shrink into silence and his seat. He sat there catching his breath;
Wendy waited a few seconds before continuing. "Right, better? Good.
First of all, I am not interested in you right? Not that way, youre
right, but when I saw you this afternoon I thought what a sweet and
kind gesture it was for you to make inviting me out tonight, I thought
Id made a friend
"And you had made a-" Martin began but was cut down with a
swift "Aah!" from Wendy to silence him as if he were naughty
"And tonight was nice, ok? It wasnt exactly a swinging party
now was it, but it was nice to think Id made a friend. Now though,
now you go off ranting and raving, its clear that you dont even
like me! And you think that me and Dr Block, my tutor are having some
." She shuddered, Wendy could hardly believe someone
would think that of her, "Well, let me tell you, yes, Dr Block
is very nice, yes he is charming, attractive and clever, really clever,
but you know why he probably has success with women and you dont?
Because it looks to me like Guy actually likes women, wants to be with
them and is keen to hear what they have to say. You, you just seem to
hate them because they dont love you, have you ever thought why
they dont love you? Its not because you cant grow
a daft beard! Its because you simply cant be a good man
with all that bile and hatred inside of you! And finally how dare you
call me a tart! Im a virgin just like you!" She sucked in
a deep breath before asking in a relatively calm tone "Now could
you please take me home?"
Martin silently and meekly obeyed.
The following morning Guy Block strode through the highly polished and
clinical smelling corridors of Hopemouth in a large collared striped
shirt, which reached out to his narrow shoulders that were adorned in
a greeny blue velvet jacket. A large silk scarf hung loosely down to
his cowboy belted waist, tied with a flourish at his open neck. He cut
a vibrant figure amongst the usual tweedy pot bellied comb overed fellow
lecturers and made many a head turn, he was used to this, as being the
youngest staff member he was generally considered to be rather groovy.
However what made many heads turn that day was the now clean-shaven
chin he sported. He smiled and nodded and winked his way through colleagues
and young students, occasionally running a hand through his straggly
hair for effect and tossing it back with a jerk of his head and a sniff
of his nose. Occasionally he found himself saying "Oh the beard?
Just fancied a change and got rid" if he said it often enough he
hoped he would believe it himself rather than admit that one new girl
made him reconsider his facial fluff.
He strode hurriedly into the lecture room with a brisk "Good morning"
to the assembled students, so hurriedly in fact that he stubbed his
toes on the lectern. Placing his canvas holdall on the floor and behind
the lectern, he used that moment to let out a deep breath and a hushed
ouch before bobbing his head back up and taking in the group
proper for the first time. He could see an open mouthed Wendy four rows
up and stroked his fresh chin absently. "Right lets begin
shall we?" he commenced.
Hes shaved his beard off
was that because of me? Oh dear.
Mind you he does look better for it.
"'Randy Cock Blocks took the crappy Noel Edmonds beard
off!" said a man behind Wendy.
"Yeah, he must be trying to impress someone," sniggered another,
causing Wendys face to redden, but secretly a little smile played
across her lips as she opened her exercise book and began to doodle
flowers and hearts.
The lecture over, the many students started packing and putting their
coats on and heading for the door. Guy was filling his holdall back
up and with a nod of the head upwards said; "Wendy, could you stay
behind please" Wendys heart skipped and she was pleased that
he had asked to see her, the same students who sniggered before were
heard saying, "Thats the reason then" as they shuffled
out from the row of seats and off into the leaving throng.
Wendy made her way over to the podium. "I like the new look"
she said as she drew level with Block.
"Hmm? Oh sans beard? Yes well I thought time ripe for a change
and well, you said it didnt do much for me"
"Oh please Id hate to think you took it off just on my say
"No think nothing of it, it was the right thing to do" Guy
soothed, arms up, "Anyway um, the thing is I was kinda wondering
if you would
ask me out
Like to come for a spin into town, see the art gallery?"
"Yes, yes I would" Wendy said happily
"Youre not planning to go anywhere with Martin Jessup?"
Guy tested the water
"Um no, I dont think so, last night didnt go very well
Im afraid" she said looking to the floor.
Yes! Get in,
1 nil to Block! Back to the nursery with you Jessup!
"Good, I mean God, I mean oh dear, Im sorry" Guy stammered.
"Thats ok" Wendy replied looking at Guy full on, he
was lovely. "Shall we go then?"
"Indeed" said Guy and as Wendy turned to the door he mouthed
a quick thank you to the ceiling for God above.
The afternoon at the art gallery was very nice. Guy had deliberately
taken her to an exhibition of erotic art, paintings and statues celebrating
sex and the male and female form in the hope to get the juices flowing.
Wendy walked through each exhibit amazed and full of questions that
Guy was only too happy to answer. As the afternoon wore on, Wendy stood
in the spacious white rooms looking at ever increasing eye- catching
paintings. As she looked at one in particular, the sun chose that moment
to shine hazily through the slatted windows casting a marvellous light
across her beautiful frame. Guy was besotted and did not want to waste
this brief wondrous visage that palled all the art works around him;
he slowly strode towards her taking in the image and savouring it to
his memory banks whilst quoting what immediately came into his head;
"She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight,
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moments ornament."
Wendy had immediately lost interest in the painting she was expecting
as she heard Guy approach with those words. As he concluded the passage
he was by her side, as she stood impressed and open mouthed, "Thats
you" he announced softly.
"Why thank you Dr Block, Guy, that was lovely" she said genuinely
"Wordsworth" he explained, "Seeing you here with this
light trickling in, it just sprung into the forefront of my mind"
he said waving his arm as if to explain and almost knocking a sculpture
off its stand in the process.
An hour later they were sat in a local pub, Guy had nipped over to the
jukebox and put on The Rolling Stones Ruby Tuesday before
returning from the bar to their table with a pint for him and a double
vodka and orange for Wendy, though she had in fact only asked for a
"I like this song" said Wendy swaying her head in time to
"Yes me too, I think Jagger is a wonderful performer, very sexual,
very clever too, hes a hero of mine" Guy replied inching
colder to her. "You know, this song could be about you"
Wendy chuckled "Give over"
"No, no its true, no one could ever hang a name on you, or
a preconception, you are truly, truly something special"
Oh my God Im
going bright red, I must look like a beetroot and hes sat so close
to me, I feel really funny
Wendy started to
say something but was immediately stopped by Guy "Look Wendy, Im
going to be very honest and very open and adult here, because I respect
you as a person who has a huge intellect and as a modern girl ok?"
Wendy gulped but nodded her head to say yes all the same
"I dont want you to speak just now, because when you do I
see your lips moving and all I want to do is caress them with my own,
I want to kiss you Wendy, I want to kiss you now"
Wendy put down her glass and turned to face Guy. She was about to be
"Go on then"
And that was it their first kiss and the music, the table, the drinks,
the other customers, the entire pub faded out.
A few weeks later and pretty much the same pattern occurred each day
after a lecture. Guy would drive Wendy off somewhere they would discuss
literature; art; film; music etc and then they would kiss as passionately
as that first time. However, much to Guys chagrin, this was as
far as he would get. Wendy was still desperately clinging on to her
virginity. It had to be the longest courtship and most fruitless Guy
had ever undertaken. In short, he was not used to this. Yes he wanted
her but he wanted her right now
The thing with women
right, is they only want one thing, just like we do, the trouble is
we tell em what the one thing we want is, theyll never tell us
what the one thing they want is!
I do like him, but I dunno, I feel so guilty, hes meant to
be my teacher, Im his student, but well we cant hide our
feelings. He wants the sex, I know he does, but I cant, not yet.
I have to feel sure, certain.
One morning Guy
didnt turn up to lecture, handing the reins to the older Prof
Rickman, a thirty five year old serious looking man, with a helmet of
brown wavy long hair with a severe parting, he was a big thing in academe,
having written various books on several authors. He was a highly prominent
figure in the English faculty, bigger and certainly more established
than Guy and was talked of as being the most important person in Hopemouth,
with a lot of hangers on following his every step. His parties were
said to be legendary too. Concerned for Guy, Wendy waited until all
the students had left to ask Prof Rickman if he was ok
The Prof looked down at Wendy, "Dr Block is indisposed, I think
hes a little unwell. Im not altogether sure. I say, will
you be attending my party on Friday? Id love you to come, we need
as many pretty little things as we can get" he asked in a way that
made Wendy feel a little uncertain. There was something of the
look about him, but Wendy was beginning to fear paranoia on that
"Im not sure, I might" she answered before hurrying
off out into the grounds. She had decided to go to Guys digs and
see if he was ok.
It was not a good decision.
She knocked on the door only to find the door being opened by a near
naked girl of about her own age.
"I-I" was all she could manage to say
Guy appeared behind the girl wrapped in a towel, his face fell.
"Bollocks" he succinctly put it.
Wendy ran and ran and never turned back to Guys cries of her name.
Friday night came and Wendy and Rain were getting ready for the party
at Prof Rickmans. Wendy had evaded Guy Block all week and really
did not want to know what he was doing, if he was going to the party,
if he wanted to see her, if he was with that floozy.
She doesnt care.
Shes almost certain she doesnt care.
She stepped over to the full-length mirror in Rains flat and looked
at herself. She was wearing a wonderful salmon coloured dress and she
should be feeling divine, but she didnt, she felt uncertain. Rain
came up to her and squeezed her shoulder "Hey cheer up, you look
"Really?" Wendy asked
"Really kid" Rain replied, who seemed to believe in dressing
down for parties, wearing as she was denim dungarees and a black roll
neck with badges of T-Rex, Led Zeppelin and Elton John adorning the
straps that hung precariously to her ample frame.
There was a knock at the door. Rain went to answer it; it was Martin,
who was to be their lift to Prof Rickmans house for the night.
Martin and Wendy had patched it up a little after their disastrous night
out. She had decided to give him the benefit of the doubt as being a
little out of his depth and inexperienced when it comes to girls and
he in turn had shown surprising care and attention to her recent heartbreak
over Guy and had seemed to take the harsh but honest words she said
to him that night on board.
As the trio went across the grounds to Martins car, Wendy pulled
up a little to thank Martin for the lift.
"Oh thats ok, anything for the ladies. Are you ok now, with
Dr Block I mean?" he enquired.
"Havent spoken to him, havent seen him. Im sorry
Martin, you tried to warn me and I just went off like a rocket"
"Not at all, we none of us can help who we fall for"
"Thats very profound that is" said Wendy looking at
him in a new light
"If you sit on the touchlines for long enough, you tend to know
more about the players and the game than if youd actually play"
Wendy stepped back a little and said, "Well Martin, I may have
misjudged you, Im sorry"
"No you didnt I was being an idiot. I just saw a pretty girl
and thought, this time she has to like me as much as I like her. But
I have changed, I took a few tips off you and Im very grateful"
And with that he took up his pace a little to reach the car and open
"Lets Pa-r-t-y!" yelled Rain as she leapt in the front seat
lighting a cigarette at the same time, with a "Yee ha!" as
an added bonus to her original cry once seated, just in case anyone
forgot she was from the United States.
The car scrunched to a halt on the gravel drive of the grounds of Prof
Rickmans impressive house. Already there were several cars lined
up and a few guests were stepping up into the house of mingling on the
driveway. Wendy exited the car slack jawed with wonder. "Wow this
is his house?" she asked
"Oh yes" Martin replied, "Hes one of the finest
young academics in the country, this was probably paid for by his writing,
hes published with Prentiss Hammond, big money"
"Just think, Guy could have one of these in a few years" said
Wendy eyes intent on the four-floor mansion house.
Rain and Martin looked on at her, but this was lost on the overawed
"Dont forget Marty that Prof Rickmans family have money,
chances are this is how he gets to live in such a palace. And honey,
can you really see old Stumbling Block in one of these?
Sure as hell I cant" Rain said despondently and walked on
ahead to go inside.
In the house was an even more remarkable site. The rooms were filled
with people, lecturers, students, artists and the like. Wendy thought
she saw Germaine Greer a couple of times, and went to tell Rain who
had been raving on about her and her book The Female something,
Wendy could never remember or understand the title, but Rain seemed
preoccupied eating a selection of little brown cakes laid out on a table
by the high window.
Not put out, Wendy continued her exploration of the house. As the sounds
of assorted records from Jefferson Airplane, Joni Mitchell and even
Free at one point, blared out she spied lecturers leaning on doorjambs
discussing Harold Wilson and Edward Heath, whilst students sat on the
floor arguing about Vietnam and Nixon. She was about to turn back and
look for Martin when Prof Rickman appeared in front of her.
"Ah so you did come? Excellent, so glad you could make it"
"Oh yes its very nice, thank you" said Wendy, impressed that
a man like Prof Rickman seemed genuinely pleased that a first year student
had agreed to come along to his gathering.
"Word of warning though, your Dr Block is around" he said
leaning in, his hot breath at her ear and his brandy glassed hand reaching
out to hold her shoulder.
my Dr Block?"
God how does
my dear, but word travels pretty fast at Hopemouth." He answered
as if reading her mind. "Guys all right really, just has
difficulty keeping it in his chaps that all. Still, if you want him
steered clear?" he asked.
"Thats quite all right, excuse me" said Wendy and she
hurried off down the hallway feeling confused and bothered as small
warm wet tears brimmed at her eyes.
Damn, Damn, Damn!
The whole University, the entire University knows! What will people
think of me? Im a good girl, we didnt even, we didnt
but they wont believe that, all sorts of tales will
be spreading. What will Mum and Dad think?
She heard the crunch
of gravel on her feet and realised she had made it outside. She looked
down for confirmation and when she looked back up again, she saw him.
Oh great. There
he is, with that stupid little boyish smile and his long hair and
does he want?
"Hallo" Wendy said, scrunching her eyes because of the late
evening sun and not, most definitely not, because she had been a little
tearful. She shifted about and scratched the back of her right leg with
her left foot.
"I didnt think-"
"-Id be here? Place like this too good for me?" Wendy
"Jesus, not that, not that old card" Guy sighed hands on hip
"Where is she?" Wendy asked defiantly
"Who? Oh um her, um I dont
know" Guy drawled.
"Oh lost her already?" Wendy laughed
"Wendy, Wendy Wend darling, it wasnt like that, look um,
lets sit down yah?"
He took her elbow and made to move to the steps up to the house, but
Wendy swiftly pulled away and made her on way to the steps, before turning
full on to face him, pouting she lifted up her dress and slumped down
onto the steps, chin in hand.
Guy slowly walked over and sat next to her
"Thing is, thing is Wend, I like you. There said it. But I like
sex too, and well, it wasnt in the offing really now was it? Not
at that time, so I-I looked elsewhere. I am sorry darling, really I
"Sorry you slept with her?"
"No! Sorry I got caught!" said Guy, probably unwisely. "Look,
heres the thing, I needed sex, thats all, like a man may
need a cigarette or something you know? So I went and got it. But I
want you. I mean that Wendy, I want you. So much"
Wendy sat and pondered this for a while. "And what if I dont
want you not now? What If youve blown your chance?"
Guy blew out his lips and scratched the back of his head, before looking
up into the horizon, as Wendy was doing, to answer; "Well, if I
have, then I have. I guess. But Ill be incredibly, incredibly
Wendy picked up a stone and threw it. She turned to Guy; "Im
a virgin Guy. You need to respect that. I cant just give that
up to anyone, its important to me"
"I know ah I know, of course but in this day and age Wendy
"Im not going on the pill. Thats for Rain and Germaine
whatever her name is in there! And you? Would you, well would you have
anything?" Wendy was finding this tough; she could
feel her cheeks burning as the words limped out from her mouth.
Guy snorted a laugh "Oh Wendy, the days when the sheath are fashionable
are now long gone
were living in the nineteen seventies!"
"Well, maybe the days when you are fashionable are long gone too"
said Wendy and with a nod of her head she got up and went back to the
party, leaving Guy alone, feeling oddly crestfallen. Oddly for it was
the first time ever he felt this way about a girl and more specifically
the fact he appeared to have lost her. He was so bereft and uncertain
he couldnt even manage to form the customary word that is bollocks.
On entering the house, Wendy found Rain, slumped by the table of cakes
and proceeded to eat a couple herself.
"Hey girl?" said Rain a little startled by her sudden appearance.
" I need a chocolate boost. I need cheering up" Wendy said
determined through mouthfuls. "Hmm who makes these?" even
when the worse comes to the worse, a woman is still capable of focusing
in on the trivial.
" Anarchic Anna over there" Rain replied, pointing
out a willowy beautiful figure holding court over six or seven people,
"Shes a legend on campus, so clever, so posh, illegitimate
kid of some kinda Earl or something, she came here with the first intake
in the late 60s, then turned on tuned in dropped out and hangs round
here ever since"
For a moment, across the room, Wendy and Annas eyes met and evaluated
each other instantly like a pair of super computers, billion dollar
brains. They both were blonde, slim and classically beautiful and clearly
both could have people enthralled. But Wendy sensed a difference; weariness
belittled Annas eyes, as if she was at the point of no return,
like she had enjoyed the enthralling once, unlike her, but now grew
tired keeping up appearances. For Anna, she saw in Wendy a youthful
vibrancy and spirit and hoped it would remain pure.
as long as shes happy" Wendy said, her
mouth dropping lower and lower down as she realised she wasnt
at all happy.
"What gives?" asked Rain standing up
"Guy" Wendy said and hated herself for feeling the tears flood
her eyes again.
"Come on lady" said Rain and taking her hand they made their
way to an empty room full of guests coats.
"Hes here?" asked Rain once inside the dark little room.
"Mmm yeah" Wendy said sobbingly
"Well I hope you told him where to go. Wendy dear he aint
worth Jack and hes a crap lay too"
Wendy froze to the spot and looked blinkingly at Rain. "You? You
"I wish I hadnt. It was last term. I was drunk, a little
high, here have another cake"
Wendy took another cake and started to munch "I dont believe
it" she managed to say
"Shush, its ok, youre better off without him honey
honest" Rain said soothingly, a hand on her arm, before she moved
in for a cuddle. "Its ok" she repeated.
Wendy felt warm and safe in her arms "Ooh thank you Rain, youre
a good friend"
"Sok" said Rain softly, as one of her arms left the
embrace and made its way across Wendys back, to her front and
onto her chest "I could be more"
Wendy pulled back
as if shed received an electric shock
"Oh bloody hell not you an all!" Wendy gasped despairingly.
"Honey its ok, I swing both ways" Rain explained
"Well I bloody well dont!" Wendy screamed "Ooh"
she sighed "What is it with this place everyones sex mad?"
Rain looked puzzled "Its a University" she said by way
"Well tell em to find some other pin up, cos Its not me!
I came here to learn!" and with that Wendy dashed out of the room
and back out into the hall, leaving Rain alone.
Suddenly she felt very woozy and unsure; she reached an arm out to the
wall, but could not get a purchase and felt herself slide back to the
wall opposite. It was a weird feeling and one she had only ever experienced
with drink. But shed only had a couple of small vodka and oranges
all night, she couldnt have been drunk.
She needed to get home. She began to walk down the hallway as it melted
and wish- washed its way ahead of her.
She really needed to get home.
I had no recollection of getting home or into bed even, but later
after some sleep, in the middle of the night, I sensed he was there.
He began to kiss me, my chest and my neck, my chin, my lips and even
my teeth. I began to wriggle sleepily underneath as I felt him lower
himself on top of me.
"Guy" Wendy sighed drowsily
"Mmmm Guy" she said licking at her lips, as she woke from
slumber, eyes still half closed. "Thats nice" she said
She sighed on and on
"Ooh!" she wailed, "It hurts"
And she did, her sighs taking over, she felt him and felt pleasure.
The following day came a knock at the door, Wendy, confused and dazed
from the night stumbled up to answer it, a duvet wrapped around her
She pulled open the door to reveal Guy.
Guy did a double take at the half dressed vision before him. Quickly
getting his bearings he began to babble, "Look, ah Wendy I am so
so sorry, about everything. I want to make it up to you. I want you
to know that life without someone as wonderful, as divine as you, well
it isnt worth living. I had a long hard think last night and decided
that I would rather have one woman, rather than lots in one life. And
well work at your pace you know, I can respect you and your body,
I mean its quite a body you know, you do have a nice bum, exquisite"
he was trying to break the ice and he snorted before biting the bullet
with, "but that isnt all I love about you Wendy, I love your
mind, your personality, I have done since that afternoon in the café
at the cinema and your tale about the fairground. You are so different
Wendy, so unique and I want to be part of that, what Im trying
to say is I want to be with-"
Guy stopped, his mouth opened slowly as he saw a figure walk behind
Wendys back and to the door. He was fully dressed and clearly
about to leave.
It was Prof Rickman.
He patted Wendys bare shoulder and smirked at Guy, "Dr Block,
see you at the faculty" before breezing past him.
" Wendy began, but Guy left before she could speak
I could ask for help.
I found out later from Rain that Anarchic Annas
little party piece were cannabis filled cakes with a few other unsavoury
additions also thrown in to the mix. LSD was mentioned in hushed terms,
but Id rather not think about it. Shed done it for years.
The weariness I sensed, that was the years of hard drugs. Little
girl lost was her other nickname. I would not become that. Rain
presumed, seeing me eat them that I was a little more freewheeling than
she first thought, hence her trying it on with me. She was so sorry.
what a charmer.
I suppose the phrase then was taken advantage of Theres
a different one now, just one word.
But that did not happen to me, Im no victim.
Funny how words and phrases change yet the love games remain the same.
Rickman moved to Birmingham rather swiftly the next term and died in
a car crash.
Im not sorry.
And Guy? I never did have what youd call a relationship with Guy,
but we did make love later, just the once, it was a new year and when
we came it was like a beautiful sigh, a release of all that time, all
He was my proper first.
As it was meant to be.
In my final year I met a friend of Martin Jessups from the pub
darts team, a local primary school teacher called Mike Wallace and I
fell in love. I graduated and we married and have been ever since. Martin
was best man. Guy was at the wedding too, briefly, and alone, surprisingly.
Mike and I had two kids, a boy and a girl, both lovely, and I went on
to become a teacher too, something Dad was proud of, something worthwhile
he called it.
Guy became a professor and he did write his book, a racy best seller
called Love Games I am in it, or at least a version of me,
I didnt mind. It made me laugh and think back fondly of those
days, days of my youth and innocence.
No one took them from me.
I relinquished them.
The girl from Wigan had to grow up sometime, and she grew up very happily.
And as for the eponymous Guy Block
Well you know my story, bummed around, stumbled at every turn, lothario
lecturer and all that. But thats just the half of it really.
I mean I suppose
people tell you that for someone like me, saying
I love you is the hardest thing in the world, but they dont
know the half of it. It really isnt you know, its not having
the one to say it to thats truly hard
Well, I think I have tried to find that sweet, beautiful, innocent young
girl in one form or another ever since really.
Never have found her.
© Mark Cunliffe April 2007
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