Blame Abba Chapter 3

And before I could reply Cheryl put her head round the door.

"Now then girls, come on. Jacqui has work to do."

As we left Jacqui slipped behind the bar again and I headed back over towards Patrick. I noticed Jeff, who had been hidden from my view, sitting beside a girl I recognised. She lived about three doors down from us, I couldn't remember her name. The family had only moved in a couple of weeks earlier and I had only spoken to her once. I was sure she would not recognise me. I slid my bum onto the bench seat next to Jeff and put my hand over his.

As I sat my skirt slid up to reveal, to Jeff and his companion and to anyone else who happened to be watching at that moment, the lace tops of my stockings, and a garter, and a stretch of bare thigh. It felt great, Donna the tart!

"Hi there, I'm Donna," and smiled at her.

She was puzzled but replied quietly.

"Hello, I'm Caroline, pleased to meet you."

"Sorry, Caroline, am I butting in? I just wanted to tell Jeff, that was a great goal he scored on Saturday. He really is something, our Jeff. Say hello to Martin for me when you see him".

I squeezed his hand and smiled at them both, then stood and strolled across towards Patrick, trying to pull my skirt down as I moved.

We finished our coffee and I was thinking we would probably move back to the bar when Eric re-appeared again with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Again we toasted each other. The bubbly, and the two glasses of wine I had during the meal were having an effect. I giggled. As we got up and began to move across into the main bar, I felt Patrick's hand stroking the seat of my dress. I looked up at him and grinned, and grabbed his hand.

Then it was his turn.

"Excuse me a moment, darling, I need to speak to young Jeff over there."

I was puzzled, then I realised. Jeff worked at the paper factory, Patrick was obviously sorting a little business. Jacqui was at my elbow and steered me to one side.