They loaded the car and set off for Kariba. Alex's farewell to his friends in the hotel was typically masculine, "we'll miss you, whatever your name is," produced laughter tinged with sadness, many of them would not meet up again.
"If you're not careful, I'll come back was his final remark," again more laughter.
Louise was conscious that a big part of his life was over, she took her hand off the wheel and placed it on his thigh, "we'll come back, I promise."
"I hope so, I just wonder how many of them will still be here?"
They were making good time, "have you been to Kariba?" she asked.
"No, the road was too dangerous flying wasn't much better, teo planes were shot down."
"Yes I know, it caused a furore up North. Are we safe?"
"Nowadays it is, there's more danger from the customs."
She relaxed at this, "when we are working together on the mines I want you to call me Ms. Darwen and in private or with friends, Louise. It would really go against you if we made the mother and son relationship too obvious, oh, and I'll call you Kris, if you don't mind, Alex was Keith's middle name."
"No, I prefer Kris, they called me Alan because Harry misread my name on the employment documents." He sounded morose, "I decided not to correct it, I was under a bit of a cloud, as you know."
"How did you end up in the hotel, were you expelled?"
"Sort of, the school paid for my hotel accommodation and food, they also provided lesson material, not that I needed any, it was nearly all revision."
"Did you get paid working in the hotel?"
"Yes and that's why I have so many clothes, you won't need to buy me anything."
She smiled at this, "the reason I asked is did you get paid for,...er looking after me?"
"I was paid for showing you around, going to the shops and keeping you safe, a woman in a strange town on her own, it was better than working behind a bar, but not when we had our evening meals together, that was me dating you."
She nodded her acceptance, "you'll get paid while training, not a great deal but living in 'halls-of-residence' and, when not at university you'll be with me, either way you won't need a lot, and with a bit of luck, you'll eventually be allocated a company car, and," she emphasized, "you'll be under my direct control, but for the first year you'll be a student down in Lusaka, don't get involved with other women, okay."
"I've read a lot about Zambian culture, so that won't be a problem, casual dating is not really part of their scene."
"They are still very tribal, there's seven main language groups, I have a map of the tribal distribution, its very colorful, so many tribes and sub-tribes, also it's difficult being a women in engineering, especially one with my rank, head-of-department, I want you to be my ally, that's why I want you to call me Louise."
"I like the name," he turned to look at her, she reminded him of the film star, Audrey Hepburn, "do you attract much attention?"
"A lot, yeh a lot," she said with emphasis.
"I'm not surprised."
"Being one of the few single women makes a woman a magnet for all men, married and single, though most single women are teachers and they're looking for husbands, that's not for me," she smiled at him, then concentrated on the road.
They were silent for a while Kris pondered all that she'd said, he occasionally pointed out items of interest such as the strange-looking Baobob trees, and he even did some of the driving.
"When did you know I was your mother?" She stared ahead, at the road, "the school didn't tell you, obviously?"
"No, that's probably why the Rector was trying to contact me, I'm glad he failed."
She turned her head and smiled, "best outcome, don't you think?"
He agreed it was. The trip continued uneventfully, they enjoyed Kariba, obviously keeping separate rooms, she came to his room after dinner each night and made love, of a daytime he swam and sunbathed while Louise attended the conference, then it was up to the Copperbelt province.
Back on the Copperbelt, prior to him going to University, Louise threw a party for everyone to meet Kris. The crowd had changed a lot since he'd lived there however, there were enough to remember him, and they bored him rigid with their reminisces, nevertheless he countered them with politeness. "Can't wait to go to Lusaka," he muttered to her at one point in the evening.
"I'll make it up to you, just be nice to people, you could end up working with them or for them," she warned him.
The last ones didn't leave until four in the morning, "let's lock the gate, I don't want anyone coming back because they've forgotten something."
She pulled him towards the secluded swimming-pool, she slipped her dress off, he quietly slipped into the pool, he looked up at her as she unhooked her nylons, she sat on the swing seat and rolled them down her legs, then her suspender-belt, panties, and finally her bra. She went down on her haunches exposing her labia, he reached up and stroked her vagina. She was smiling, waiting for the penetration, he inserted two fingers, he wriggled them around until his hand could go no further. She balanced herself by leaning back on her hands, eventually, she decided it was time for more than two fingers. He helped her into the pool, she put her legs around him, she was almost weightless, then took his penis in her right hand. It began to enlarge despite the coolness of the pool, his fingers went around her thighs and under her, pulling her pussy lips open. He was surprised at the warmth when he placed her over his penis, she wrapped her legs around his back, and did all the work. She orgasmed before him, in truth he'd hardly moved, she had made good contact with the base of his penis.
"You're going to have to cum," she told him, "dawn's not far off."
He held her around the waist and lifted her up and down on his penis, "sorry Louise, we're just not going fast enough the water's slowing me down."
"Hang on, I'll turn around and hold on to the ladder, I think you know what to do," she kissed him, on removing his penis it again hit him how cold the water was, "it's starting to shrivel," he complained.
"Come on," she said, grabbing hold of his penis and dragging him into the house, never once releasing him, "I'm only holding on to this," she waved his penis, "to warm it up," it started to rise to the challenge.
"You're a miracle worker," he told her.
She quickly toweled off the excess water and positioned herself on the bed, she was on all fours. He placed his hands on her bottom and walked his penis into her, "see how easy it is when you get everything right," she pointed out.
He didn't have to work for his orgasm, she moved her body backwards and forwards, he lifted her off the bed, and further onto his penis as he came, he let out a loud groan.
Upon releasing her she looked over her shoulder, "I'm going to miss this when you go to University, but this is not a complaint, but you er, we, made a lot of noise tonight, you smacking your thighs against me, I hope no-one heard."
"Yes, I did get carried away, I'm going to miss you too." He stood behind her not moving.
"If we want any sleep tonight, you're going to have to take it out," he did as she suggested accompanied by a groan, "That was fantastic."
There was a splurge of semen, "damn, I'm going to have to shower."
He was asleep when she returned.
Months later, and he was back from University, it was a Sunday and was the first long weekend at home, they'd always sunbathed in the nude, the swimming pool was private, and they had costumes positioned at both ends and a third set by their towels in the event of unexpected and uninvited visitors.
Louise was lying with her legs apart, Kris climbed out of the pool and joined her, "aren't you worried about getting it sunburned," he asked?
"No, that's what pubic hair is for, protection against the sun."
"You mean like our African forebears when they went round naked."
"Yes, that's true, we are the hairless ape, anyway I don't get sunburned down there."
"I think pubic hair is to cushion the body during hectic intercourse, so it's still necessary in this day and age," he informed her.
She moved her hand down to her hair and pulled gently, "mind you it needs cutting," she decided.
"Let me have a look and I'll give you my expert opinion."
"I didn't know you were familiar with the female genitalia," she was gently mocking him.
"I achieved grade 'A', at 'A-level biology, we had a great teacher," he added, by way of explanation.
He went to lay near her feet, he reached up and stroked her, "these are the labia major," he sat up and she bent her knees to allow easier access, "the labia minora, the clitoris," each time her spoke out a name she felt his fingers, he took his time between each part, "and inside is Skene's gland, one each side, which is responsible for the orgasm of the G-spot, altogether they form the vulva, and this," he ran his finger around the vaginal entrance, is called the 'introitus' into which I am about to insert by index finger."
She had lain still during this lecture/examination, but she couldn't avoid arching her back and giving a shudder when his finger was inserted, he continued to stimulate her, noting how she oozed more lubricant, she was ready for more, so he leaned over her, she was in a hurry and he parted her legs with his knees, she grabbed hold of his penis and pulled him into her vagina, she adjusted herself so that both her clitoris and G-spot were in contact with his penis. He was fully aware of how close she was to orgasm, he worked his penis in and out with a steady movement, feeling her body tense, she shuddered and climaxed, gasping, working herself onto his penis, subsiding slowly.
Louise opened her eyes, "thanks, that was unexpected, a bit daring seeing as we're outdoors," she was still getting her breathing under control, he rested on his hands, knees and penis.
"You haven't had 'it', have you," he shook his head, "how do you want it?"
"Like this, but I want to talk about something first," she looked apprehensive, but nevertheless she opened her legs more by bringing her knees up to her sides trying to make it easier for him.
"I spoke to a solicitor and I want to change my given names around, from Alexander Kristian to Kristian Alexander."
"So, you've got me squirming under your rather exquisite cock just to tell me that?"
"No, but thanks for the compliment, I want to change my last name to Darwen, your name," she gave a squeeze of her pussy, he felt the tightening on his penis.
"So, unless I agree, I assume I'm going to be impaled on your penis for the rest of the day?"
"Would that be so bad," he asked not requiring an answer. "It could be expensive, so many documents need changing and authorizing."
"Consider it done, I'm pleased, now shouldn't you get on with fucking me, but don't take too long, you never know who might visit."
"I never cease to be amazed at your language, sometimes it's very unladylike, but this position will do."
She pulled him down and kissed him.
He pushed it in and out, as he sped up she had to grab onto the grass, she was being buffeted that much. He tried not to make too much noise as he spurted his sperm inside her, sound carried on a still, silent Sunday.
Kris had completed his first year and they were three weeks into the new project, it involved a huge amount of electrical engineering work and the Electrical Division needed offices on site, so both Louise and Kris were based there about sixty percent of the time. It was ideal work for a young engineer and it would cement Louise's reputation as a can-do boss. There was only one drawback and that was:-
Norman Barbour, he was Louise's bugbear, they went back a long way, to their training days, and had worked together on other projects, he tried to embarrass her at every opportunity whilst maintaining an air of friendship. Norman had taken the biggest office as he was there first, although they were both the same grade. He was spreading rumors that she only had the job because she was screwing her boss.
As it turned out she was screwing the trainee, not the boss, accuracy was never one of Norman's strong points.
When he couldn't rile Louise, he pulled similar antics on Kris, sending him on errands when he had no authority over Kris whatsoever, Kris decided he'd not make waves so went along with things.
Louise began to fight back, one way was to have a bigger office than Norman, it seemed almost impossible until Louise bumped into an old friend, Lewis, who was the Civil Engineer, he pointed to a piece of ground. He told her that part of the project was to build a small training school, it was to familiarize workers for the new equipment they were going to use on the new process, the mines were bogged down in fifties technology. Louise asked Lewis if they could build her an office extension, if it could be built on to the new school.
Lewis and Louise arranged to meet in the 'explosives office' the next day, he was building a new explosives store and as well as being refrigerated it had the latest, most up-to-date air conditioners.
"Ah, Louise how are you, have you met Bill?" he asked Louise, and quickly introduced them.
"No-one ever calls in here for a casual chat," he said, "yet it's the safest place on the Mines, and it will be even safer after our new store is built," looking over to Lewis.
"So Louise, what exactly do you want as regards your new office?"
She was ecstatic at the confirmation Lewis could build it and explained what she wanted, "you've seen Norman's office," he agreed he had, "bigger than that!"
Lewis chortled, he knew all about Norman Barbour, "I've not had much to do with him, but I've heard he's making your life difficult, I'd love to bring him down a peg or two."
"Erm, I don't want to push my luck but could you arrange for one of the new air-conditioners to be installed, I don't want to overheat."
"It'll allow you wear those famous stockings of yours right up to 'Suicide' month," laughing and looking at her knowingly, he was an old hand and had known Louise since she and Keith had first come to work for the Electrical Division.
Bill was sat back listening when at this he suddenly sat up, "you mean it's true, I thought it was a rumor put about about by jealous women?"
"No," Louise confirmed, standing up adjusting her stockings, she re-tensioned the suspender clips, "now this is our secret," she admonished them.
The two sixty-year olds nodded agreement. She reckoned a glimpse of stocking and white thigh was a fair exchange for an office with top-notch air-conditioning.
"Norman often just walks into my office, and acts as if he owns it, he's also got a set of keys and as you know we can't go changing locks on Mine property."
"Well he won't do it for much longer," Lew smiled, I'll have it built within a month, and the single-storey training school was built within a month.
Upon completion, the General Manager was invited to open the school and view the state-of-the-art equipment, afterwards, standing around drinking and eating off the buffet, he spoke to Lewis, "how big is that office," pointing to Louise's new office.
"Don't know," was his honest reply, "we haven't measured it yet, but it's bigger than that corner one," pointing to Norman's and laughing, the GM immediately realized there was a pissing contest going on and said no more, but he knew now he had to keep an eye on things.
The new office gave access to the school and another door led out to the car park, it also had the latest state-of-the-art, air-conditioning unit as promised by Lewis. Norman was green with envy.
They were nine weeks into the new project and it was really starting to take off, Louise and Kris were both working on site virtually full time.
Kris had just been promoted and had responsibility for part of the project, as he was on call-out to respond to any problems, he was given a company car.
Monday morning of a new week, he stood in the bedroom doorway, fully dressed, Louise was sitting on the edge of her bed, almost naked, she was rolling her tan colored stockings up each leg and then fastening them to the suspender straps. He looked her over appreciatively, "you need your pubic hair trimming again," it was a matter of fact statement.
"Oh, do you want to do it?"
He was about to blurt out an "of course," but decided to play it cool, "I might have an opening between eight and eight-thirty," he pretended to polish his nails on his shirt sleeve.
"Well, you never know, I might have an opening at the same time," and with that opened her legs wide, and leaned back on the bed.
"I meant tonight, not now!"
She closed her legs and pretended to be disappointed.
"Where are you working today?"
"Nowhere special, but if Norman's men have finished clearing the substation of all their rubbish, we may be able to do a phasing test."
"Keep me informed," she pulled her panties up and wrapped a loose full-skirted dress around herself, lastly she put on her two-inch heels.
The next morning, Tuesday, Kris drove up to Louise's office, he was in his company car, he knocked and Louise unlocked the door, "it's freezing in here," he'd changed into his working clothes, shirt, shorts and knee-length socks, rolled down over his mine-boots, "you'll be popular in October and November."
"Yes, suicide month followed by another suicide month, it's another reason they call me the ice-maiden, I'm cooling down ready for the meeting."
"That's why I'm here, I had a memo saying, I have to attend."
"Have you the report and the Gantt chart?"
"Yes."
"Seeing as we've got a few minutes I'll check the paperwork."
"I didn't even know you held a weekly meeting," he told her.
She was absorbed in the paperwork, she didn't want any screw-ups, "yes, the meetings have been on an 'ad-hoc' basis but from this week it's every Tuesday, mind you. it's typical of Norman to give you minimum notice, this seems okay, let's go then," they arrived before anyone else and sat together opposite Norman's chair.
Once everyone was seated Norman deigned to enter, he was always the last.
"Do you want to take the minutes?" he glanced over at Louise, she smiled up at him.
"I'm taking my own for the company, anyway you have a minutes secretary," she nodded towards Dave."
Dave Hill was his sidekick, he did more than anyone to keep Norman from getting into trouble, "take the minutes," Norman said.
"Funnily enough as the minute secretary, it's what I do, every meeting," he confirmed.
"Well it seems Lulu is above minute taking," Dave tried not to show his embarrassment.
"Pardon, did you refer to me as Lulu?"
"Slip of the tongue, hell we're all friends here."
"Minute that, she told Dave."
"I can't, the meeting hasn't started."
"They'll be in my minutes," she stated.
"Will you introduce yourself, for the sake of the minutes," Norman glared in the direction of Louise.
It came to Louise's turn, she gave her name and... "head of the project for the Electrical Division. Norman bristled, it reminded everyone she was on a par with him. Kris was next, Norman smiled, but before Kris could speak, he asked, "what are you doing here?"
"I received a memo telling me to attend," he held it up.
"Bring it over here," his brusque ill-manners were no surprise, Kris went over to him, Norman snatched it out of his hand, he crumpled it and put it in the waste-paper bin without even looking at it, "you're a trainee, you're not required."
"I was promoted to senior staff just this last week, I'm officially assistant project engineer," he looked over to Louise, bewildered, "Electrical Division, that is."
"Well no-one told me, and I'm the only one who matters."Kris shrugged, and walked out taking his papers, Louise could hardly contain her anger, she was at a loss of what to do, but walking out wasn't an option.
The meeting was all about the progress or lack of it, each had a copy of the Gantt project chart and their own individual project charts.
"Does anyone know what a Gantt chart is?" Norman asked, people, nodded glancing around the table, not wanting to speak, with Norman you always expected a trap.
"Do you know, Louise?"
"Gantt was an American civil engineer, he introduced it about the time of the first world war, it's named after him." she added, in case Norman hadn't made the connection, there were a few low-key sniggers, quickly extinguished, she'd been told all this in a casual conversation with Lewis, there was a collective sigh of relief, thanks to Louise, "anything else you need to know?".
"Yes, are the 11kv cables going to the new substation installed?" Norman asked.
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, and whatever you do, do not question me, when I say yes I mean yes!"
"Touchy."
She immediately regretted her outburst, she'd let him get to her.
"Got the paperwork?"
"No," silence reigned, "the assistant project engineer has it."
"Lawless, you mean?"
"No, his name is Darwen, just like mine, and yes, he must have it with him."
"Why haven't you got it?"
"Not my area, it's Mr. Darwen's."
Just then there was a knock, and Louise's pager went off at the same time, the door opened and Kris stuck his head around, "sorry to interrupt," he looked straight at Louise, "Control wants you to contact them, it's about the phasing test, they want you to partner me doing the test."
Louise was on her feet and gathering her bag and papers, and with a, "sorry everyone, but I am the 'authorised person' and we don't want the project delayed, do we," she was straight out the door.
"Why didn't you ask Kris for his Gantt chart," Dave asked, looking through the window at Kris and Louise driving off.
Norman slammed his pen down, it jumped off the table and landed nib down, on the tiled floor. He looked down and carefully picked it up, he stared at the broken pen and gave a groan.
Kris spoke in the car, "Control wants you to take the readings when I do the phasing test, then check they're correct, you're to phone them from the substation."
Control were busy with another problem and postponed the test to later in the day.
They returned from lunch and Louise posted warning notices forbidding unwarranted access and locked the doors. Kris was using a car-mechanic style trolley. He lay on his back on the trolley, and held the one-metre long phasing sticks making sure he could see the 11kV meter. He pushed himself into the cubicle using his feet. He called out the readings, and Louise wrote them down.
"If you do this correctly, you just might be on for a reward," she advised him.
"I guarantee everything's perfect," he replied, eagerly, smiling.
When he emerged, Louise told him she would check them, "you're not dressed for it," he told her.
"That's just one of the reasons why I locked the door."
She took his place on the trolley and tucked her skirt under her, Kris pushed the trolley into the cubicle, her panties were on show, the suspender belt straps lifted her panties away from her body, he'd seen her pussy often but the circumstances were different, they were inside an 11kV substation.
"Am I distracting you?"
He adjusted the bulge in the front of his shorts, "you might be," he agreed. He leaned down and made sure her skirt wasn't dragging on the floor. She read out the voltages, and they agreed with his test results, "perfect the only thing now is fit the breaker, and Control can carry out a remote closing procedure."
He sat on his haunches in front of her, the view was superb, "are you going to look up my skirt all day?"
He reluctantly rolled the trolley out until she could stand-up, she felt the bulge in his shorts, "now for your reward."
"No, it's time for your reward," he sat her on the desk and leaned her back, when he reached under her skirt she raised herself up, allowing him to remove her panties, she reached for them and placed them in her bag. He moved the chair so he could sit down between her thighs, and by leaning forward, his tongue made contact with her clitoris, she helped by holding her legs by the ankles and bending her knees, this gave him a clear run. He circled his index finger around her opening, she was becoming wet. He inserted first one finger, then another. Synchronizing his fingers and tongue, he had a perfect technique, and she reached a shuddering climax.
"How do you want yours," she expected him to say from behind, but no!
"I really liked the way you placed your hands on your ankles, it was kind of kinky, and I liked the voyeuristic element to it."
"Okay," and leaned back, she obligingly lifted her legs as requested. Kris shuffled forward, he could see her opening between the labia and guided his penis inside her without using his hands. He came quickly just as there was a loud knocking on the door.
They were both hurrying, trying not to panic, he had trouble putting his still erect penis back into his shorts.
"Don't open it yet," she urged, "I need to put my panties on."
Kris took them from her, and she leaned back while he maneuvered them over her shoes, she grasped them and pulled them up.
She could have remained commando, but as it turned out it was a good job she didn't.
As soon as she was ready, Kris opened the door to renewed knocking. It was Norman and Dave, "what's the problem, we've been knocking for ages?"
Louise responded, "Making everything safe, what do you want?" There was nothing friendly in her tone.
"We've come for the progress report, you were supposed to submit it this morning."
"Well, if you remember I had to leave," he reminded Norman, smiling at Louise. "It's in my van, I'll get it after the testing is finished and leave it on your desk."
Norman gave a grudging, "okay."
Kris laid himself back on the trolley, he checked that the safety shutters were unlocked and would open when he fitted the 11kV breaker. Dave went to stand outside, but Norman stayed, bent at the waist to see inside the cubicle.
Louise had sat back on the desk her feet on the chair when the phone rang, it was on a shelf above her head and she had to reach and stretch, in doing so she splayed her legs to keep her balance, she showed the thigh above the stocking tops and the crutch of her panties.
Norman from his position, was the right height to see both into the cubicle and with a sideward glance, see right up her skirt, Louise was aware of this but could do nothing about it, and to avoid a scene pretended she was unaware.
Kris lined up the breaker to push it into the cubicle. Norman brushed him aside, "this is a job for a man not a trainee," Kris shrugged and looked to his Mother, she gave a knowing smile back and held her finger to her lips. Norman gave a push and almost went over the top, it hadn't budged, Norman hadn't properly tensed himself and appeared to be hurt. Kris pushed the heavy oil-filled-circuit-breaker in place making it appear effortless, "we need to stay well back in case it blows up, not that it will," he added.
Control operated the remote closing procedure, and it worked as expected, they repeated it twice more, and that was it, done!
Hearing the noise of the breaker opening and closing Dave looked around the door and piped up with, "we'd best be going then." Norman gave a nod and left holding his stomach.
"Kris, make sure you have a copy of your report and progress chart, Norman will probably hold on to it, and I'll get that memo back."
He recognised the sense of this, "will do, have you a copier in the school?"
"Not sure if it's been fully equipped yet, but it's worth a try, and I've got a set of keys," she drove off and he followed.
At her office she gave him the keys to the school, "I'll get the memo out of the waste-paper bin before the cleaners empty it, and I'll wait in Norman's office for you, if there's no copier drive back to my office in the Electric Division and use that," she gave him a further set of keys.
Louise found the memo still on Norman's desk, he'd placed it in an ashtray, apparently intending to burn it. She put the memo in her purse, the desk was covered in papers, Norman was unlikely to notice the memo was missing at least not straight away. She sat in his chair wondering what was keeping Kris. She decided to while away the next few minutes by looking through the drawers, there was three different bottles of spirit, all had been opened and were in various stages of emptiness.
Kris found the copier in a back office, he switched it on then went to search for paper in the stationery cupboard.
Louise had exhausted her search of Norman's desk drawers and was at the far end of the office looking at the large progress chart. She heard the door open and turned, to her horror, staring at her was Norman Barbour, "what are you doing here," she asked stupidly?
Norman looked at the door and pointed to the sign bearing his name, "what the bloody hell do you think I'm doing, it's my office, more importantly, what are you doing, I told that useless son of yours to bring the report not you."
Louise kept her temper in check, and tried not to respond with too much aggression.
"It turned out the report was in my car, not his van, when I realized I told him I'd bring it."
He looked at his desk "so where is it?"
She took a deep breath, "as it happened I couldn't find it, I was going to leave you a note, letting you know."
Norman mulled this over, he checked the car park, he couldn't see Kris's van, parked out of sight behind the training school.
Kris checked his watch, the copier machine was taking ages to warm up, suddenly it gave out a welcome ping announcing it was ready, he gave a sigh of relief, Louise would be wondering what was taking so long.
Louise had more on her mind, it was Norman's threatening approach, she moved back until she was against the wall chart.
"Well Louise, thanks to you we're quite alone, what do you say, should we take advantage?"
"Come on Norman don't do anything silly, move out the way."
"I don't think so, in fact, I think you came here for sex, that's what I'm going to tell everyone Louise, it'll be your word against mine, and also, where's the report?"
"I've just explained, now let me go."
Norman looked across the desktop, "where's the note explaining about the report, there's nothing here." Louise was beginning to feel trapped and desperate, Norman was a strong man, a brawler in his youth who still used his fists on people.
'Finally', Kris thought to himself, gathering the papers and stacking them neatly, hole-punched them and placed into a file. He locked all the doors as he left. He felt like whistling, so far it had been a perfect day.
Norman grabbed Louise by her wrists and held them above her head, "I won't ask for a kiss Louise,
I think we should just get on with the main act, don't you?"
"Norman, stop, think what you're doing."
"Shut up Louise, you've been a thorn in my side ever since I've known you, now it's time for me to get my own back, only I'll give you a prick, not a thorn," he laughed. She was about to scream but he put a hand on her throat, the other on her back pulling her on to him.
She managed to get a few words out, "this is physical assault, you leave me with marks it'll be the end for you, now stop and let me go."
He released his hand from her mouth and place them both behind her lifting her skirt, running his hands up past her stocking tops, "scream, no-one's going to hear you," he was caressing her through her panties. No matter how much she struggled it made no impact, his weight against her left her no chance, he paused and Louise thought 'thank God, he's seen sense, but to her horror she found he was releasing his penis, it pressed against her.
He had no trouble hooking his thumbs in her panties and pulling them down, she dreaded him finding her so wet from her earlier fucking with her son.
She felt his penis pushing against her vagina, she tensed her muscles but to no avail, it was forcing her labia apart, she closed her eyes, despairing.
Norman suddenly found himself unable to see then CLANG! Kris had upended the waste-paper bin over his head and was using a large solid-glass ashtray against it, Norman's penis subsided, no longer a threat to Louise. He let her go and attempted to turn towards, his assailant, the ashtray was causing dents to appear in the metal walls of the bin, he managed to lift it up, at last he could see, and saw the ashtray a fraction before it hit him in the forehead, it caused an injury which spurted blood, he couldn't see clearly with all the blood and the pain didn't help.
Kris held him by his collar and threw him across the desk, paper flying everywhere, Norman came to a halt with his head on his chair and his body on the desk, he'd momentarily lost consciousness.
"Are you okay?" Kris asked, his Mother was looking terror-stricken and mumbled she was. She was desperately pulling her panties up, "did he," even as he spoke she was shaking her head, "I'm okay."
Louise was shaking with anger and the adrenaline, "it was close though, he was going to rape me, oh God, look at the blood."
"We need to call an ambulance and put a story together," Kris placed his report on the edge of the desk, he noticed the mess of paper work on the floor.
"There's been an accident, there's a man unconscious," he gave the office number, "let's hope he comes around, and when he does he says nothing," he said to Louise.
Kris wiped his fingerprints off the ashtray, "I'll say I found him as I was delivering the report, you saw nothing, Okay!"
Louise nodded her agreement, "only one problem, his penis is out of his trousers."
"What's that got to do with us," Kris reassured her, "he was probably screwing someone and the husband found them, and he ended up like that," pointing to the semi-conscious body on the desk. Norman gave out a groan which was a reassuring to them both.
"Do we know what happened? No of course not, after all, I found him, you were in your office and saw nothing,"
Louise nodded, she was starting to go into shock, "go and sit in your office, I'll tell them you're upset and need to go home."
She agreed and silently shuffled off.
Kris turned to go back to Norman's office and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Norman make an effort to stand up, his flaccid penis slipped back into his trousers, 'that's one problem solved' he thought to himself. Just then the ambulance arrived and they took over, Norman was able to walk into the ambulance.
"I think he tripped and banged his head, he was semi-conscious when I found him," he said it loud enough for Norman to take it on board, even in his befuddled state.
Kris spoke to Louise, "I'm going to tidy up the office, there's reports and Gantt charts all over the place."
"Is that wise?"
"Yes, I came to add my report, I'm just helping by tidying up." Kris cleaned the place with cotton-waste absorbing the blood, then he found Norman's keys and locked up.
He drove home in Louise's company car, leaving his van at the back of the school. Louise was eerily silent all the way back, clutching her arms around her, Kris figured any words of comfort would go unheeded so decided silence was the best medicine.
He walked Louise into the bungalow and sat her down on the sofa, he'd just made her a cup of black coffee when the company phone rang.
"Hello Control," he responded, it could only be Control but he knew all calls were recorded and maintained the formality.
"We have a call from Mr. David Hill, he's in the club, he's concerned about an accident at the new project site, he wants to see you."
Kris's heart was in his mouth, "Norman Barbour, he's had an accident, in fact I called the ambulance when I found him, is that what Mr Hill phoned about?"
"That's what Mr. Hill wants to talk to you about, can you meet him at the main gate?"
"Tell him 5 minutes, thanks Control."
He checked Louise was okay, she hadn't responded to the distinctive ring of the company phone which wasn't like her.
He told her about the call and she nodded an okay, "drink your coffee."
"I'll be okay, make out you know nothing and see what information you can get."
Kris cheered up at her comments, she was getting her act together.
The instruction to meet at the main gate was a euphemism for we'll talk about it over a beer, no personal messages were allowed over the company phone.
Driving and drinking wasn't the big no-no in the eighties, especially in Zambia where breathalysers were no longer available to the police. Kris walked into the main room and sat down at Dave's table, he reached for the beer Dave had bought him.
"So how is Norman?"
"There doing tests on him and I wasn't allowed to see him, good job you were working late, you and your Mother, he could have been there all night, you may have saved his life."
"Bloody hell, Dave, don't tell that to people, I'll be the most unpopular bloke on the mine, and another point, 'Mother' wants people to refer to her as Ms. Darwen or the Head of Department, Special Projects, though seeing as it's you, I'll allow HoD."
Dave took this in good humor, "it's our secret, but it's bound to get out, there'll be an accident report submitted and you'll be interviewed."
Kris exhaled noisily, "yeh, I suppose you're right, oh well, I'll tell you what though, that memo was from Norman, I don't know why he wanted to embarrass me or my," he was about to say Mother, but paused, "my HoD."
"Hasn't your M... strewth, I'm doing it now, your HoD told you?"
"No, and how about we refer to her as Louise, I do when we're not at work."
"Good compromise," Dave agreed, "Louise was two years ahead of Norman, and the graduates had to do classroom work with trainee artisans and technicians, it was to familiarize them with the abilities of their future workforce, Louise's job was teaching Maths, she was good at it too."
"You were in the same class as Norman, I take it?"
"Yes but I doubt if she'd remember me, I enjoyed the lessons too much to mess about, anyway it was our final year and the powers that be wanted people to be trained to a really high standard, higher than necessary, and that was Norman's downfall."
Kris took advantage of the pause to ask Meshach, the barman for two beers.
"Any way we all struggled, especially when it came to Calculus, we'd heard so much about it we were scared stiff, but, Louise put us all at ease and we started to get the hang of the simpler stuff, it helped our confidence no end." Dave took a sip of his beer.
"After that we did trigonometry and it was a doddle," he sighed, "except for Norman."
"So, all this hatred for Louise comes from his poor Maths?"
"No, not quite, Louise knew the rest of us were fully conversant with the subject, so Louise concentrated on helping Norman, but he took it the wrong way, and thought she was interested in him, he got a bit pushy and made inappropriate advances which were noticed by someone in the training school management, who reported him, what with him failing his exams and that on his record he was held back a year and moved to the mining side."
"Was that so bad?" Kris asked.
"No, he was in his element also it kept him away from other women employees, women aren't allowed to work underground."
Kris looked at him incredulous, "but the Zambia government is always going on about gender equality, how come?"
Dave drank from his glass and said, "no toilets."
Kris spluttered into his beer, laughing, "I didn't know that, I've never worked a full shift underground, just familiarization visits, I'm glad you told me."Kris remained for one more beer, and a bit of idle chitchat, thanked Dave for the insight into the origins of Norman's dislike of Louise and returned home.
Louise was quiet and went to bed early, but next day at work she was her usual business-like self, sat in her office with the air-conditioning going full belt. Over the next few days she had visitor after visitor, the theme was the same.
"I heard you found Norman unconscious, in fact you saved him?" This was John from the design office.
"Not true, I was on site but I didn't even see him."
"I was told he was found by Miss Darwen."
She interrupted before he went on too long, laughing, "no, it was Kris Darwen found him, not me."
John laughed then shivered, "I don't know how you can stand this, it's freezing in her."
"Come back in 'Suicide month', you'll appreciate it then.
"Hope to see you before that, are we having the usual meeting on Tuesday?"
"Norman's signed off so I'll be chairing it, I've just sent out the memos, but spread the word."
"Will do," and walked out into the sunshine.
Louise and Kris spent the late Saturday afternoon at the Electrical Division club, apart from Dave Hill, it had no-one from the Mining Division as members, as a result no mention was made of Norman, it made a pleasant change.
"What are you drinking?" Louise asked, she'd never asked before, she had this belief that women should be waited on.
"Er -- beer please," Kris was somewhat taken aback.
She brought two beers over to the table, "what are we doing tonight for dinner?"
"I was going to do steak with onion rings and a mushroom sauce, why do you want to go out?"
"No, let's make it an event and dress for dinner, what do you think?"
"Fine by me."
Back home Louise disappeared into the bedroom and Kris prepared the food then showered, he was wearing his dinner jacket and black bow-tie, "I'm all ready to start cooking," he called to Louise.
She opened the door to the kitchen, earlier she had placed a towel over the chest freezer, Kris looked around and let out an audible gasp, she was wearing black stockings held up by a suspender belt, black panties, no bra and just a see-through loose fitting unbuttoned blouse, "you look terrific," she had a glass of red wine in each hand.
"Referring to me or the wine?" Wine was hard to get and was used for special occasions.
She placed her wineglass on the freezer and stood sidewards on to him, she placed her hands behind, just above the knees and ran her fingers up the seams, "special occasion, hence seamed stockings and wine, a lethal combination I hope," she smiled, looking to see his response.
He stared at the black seamed stockings and the darker welt, then her thighs, he could make out curves through the see-through nylon panties.
She held her arms out, "help me up onto the freezer, I want to watch you cook."
"I like your seamed stockings, never seen them before," he said lifting her onto the freezer.
"I figured my knight-in-shining-armor should be rewarded, I was going to wear a skirt but it just didn't go."
"I admire your choice it's perfection, we're both in black-and-white, if you want a bit more time to drink I can cook the food later."
"Yes let's do that," she had a smile on her face, her intentions were clear, he switched everything off, and on turning round saw she had her heels by the side of her thighs, she reached out to him and kissed him.
She reached down to unzip him and removed his penis, with her right hand she pulled her panties aside and moved the head of his penis against her moist labia, he found himself inside her, it was less than three minutes since she'd walked into the kitchen. Her hands were pressed around his waist her feet behind his back, he held each breast rubbing the nipples against his shirt, she pushed against him while pulling him as far inside as he could go, once again her clitoris was making good contact, she orgasmed, arching her back, trying to take even more of him.
"God, that was...!" She stopped, she'd realized he was about to orgasm, she didn't want to divert his attention by talking to him, she moved to ensure he still had full access to her, holding him with her legs.
He gasped out a breath and opened his eyes, slightly unfocused.
"That good eh?"
He could only nod in agreement, "did my outfit turn you on," she asked?
Again the nod, his mouth was dry, "fantastic, absolutely fantastic," he answered.
"Never seen you look so sexy as you do tonight," he added.
She took his hand and pressed it against her lower abdomen, "can you feel that?"
"Is that me?"
"Yep, that's you, it's still hard, I often feel it, just like you are now."
"Wow, it's my penis," he pulled back as though he was confirming it was his penis he felt, when going to far, it fell out, "damn, it's come out."
"Don't bother trying to put it back in, we have along night ahead, and I need to eat, anyway I have an idea, I'll explain it later."
They had an enjoyable meal, the wine was good, and they retired to the bar to talk and drink.