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Time of her Life 1


WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.

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======================================= I orginally intended this to be
a Halloween story but I didn't get it finished in time. So it's part of
the party for the second anniversary of ASSM. ASSM is run on a volunteer
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If you liked 'IOU' then I think you'll like this story too.


The Time of Her Life by Vickie Morgan

Thank you for the days, those endless days, those sacred days you gave
me. I'm thinking of the days, I won't forget a single day believe me. I
bless the light, I bless the light that shines on you believe me. And
though you're gone You're with me every single day believe me.

Days I'll remember all my life Days when you can't see wrong from right
You took my life, But then I knew that very soon you'd leave me. But it's
all right, now I'm not frightened of this world, believe me. I wish today,
could be tomorrow the night is long and it just brings sorrow, let it wait

Days by The Kinks


Part One

It was strange how he met such an unusual girl in the most mundane
manner. As usual on a Saturday night, Bill was hanging out down the local
disco. Since it was February 29th, some bright spark had decided to have a
theme night. The girls were supposed to ask the guys to dance instead of
the more traditional way of doing things. Things were pretty much as usual
though; the girls were all dancing together in the middle of the room,
while the boys propped up the walls and drank. Occasionally a couple of
giggling girls would approach some of the better looking guys but none of
them had as much as looked in Bill's direction yet. His so-called mates
had all disappeared off who-knew-where and Bill was getting bored.

Bill was therefore understandably startled when his arm was tapped and
he turned to see a girl smiling at him. Not that bad looking a girl either. True, she seemed to have mistaken it for an 80s night, judging by
her clothes, but that wasn't that big a deal. The important thing was, she
was inviting him to dance. She gave him a big grin and led him onto the
dance floor. They shuffled and swayed together in vague time to the music
for a while, then she beckoned him out into the entrance lobby where the
sound level was low enough for conversation to be possible.

There was an awkward silence while they looked at each other in clearer
light and tried to think of something to say.

"Would you like to go someplace else," she suggested at last.
"Somewhere a bit quieter."

"Um, yeah, sure," Bill agreed, slightly surprised. "Anywhere in
particular you fancy going?"

"This is my first time here for a few years so I don't really know my
way around. Do you know anywhere we could get something really good to

"Good food, yeah I guess I might know somewhere," Bill said grinning.
"My family just happen to cook the best curry in the country."

"Oh really," she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes really. We even have the paperwork to prove it. My brother just
won 'Best UK Curry Cook'. So it's official."

"Well, I've never had a curry, so I might as well start with the best in
the country," she said with a smile. Bill couldn't help smiling back at
her as he admired the way her face was brightened by her smile.

"You've never had a curry?" he asked in mock surprise. "Where have you
been, in hibernation? Everyone has a curry at the end of a Saturday night,
it's tradition. It's lucky you're with me or you would have to wait ages
for a table. There's just one thing first though."

"Oh, what's that then?" she asked, looking faintly worried.

"I don't know your name," Bill told her. "I thought it would be good if
I knew it. That way, when my parents ask who you are, I don't look like an
idiot for not knowing."

"Well I wouldn't like you to look like an idiot just because of me," she
replied, laughing. "My name's Verity Adams."

"Pleased to meet you, Verity. My name's Bill and I'm afraid you are
about to meet at least ten members of my family. But you get to taste the
best curry in the world, so it will be worth it."

"The best in the world now, is it?" she queried as they headed down the

"Oh definitely, we just don't have the paperwork for that yet." Bill
couldn't see her smile because she had a scarf wrapped around her face but
he heard her giggle. There was a cold wind blowing and they huddled
together as they walked. Bill tentatively put his arm around her and was
pleased when she moved closer.

Bill's family weren't as bad as he had feared. Every single waiter in
the restaurant managed to find an excuse to stop at their table to be
introduced to Verity but at least they didn't stay too long. Since Verity
had never had curry before, Bill ordered a small portion of all the main
varieties so she could sample the full range. Once the table was full and
their glasses topped up, Bill's family left them in peace and they had a
chance to talk.

"So what brought you to town tonight?" Bill asked.

"I was hoping to meet my cousin but it didn't work out," Verity said.
"So I saw the signs for the disco and thought it might be fun."

"Well, your cousin's loss is my gain," Bill said politely.

"Hey, I didn't know you were a charmer," Verity teased.

"I have to ask, what made you choose me at the disco?"

"You looked as bored as me," Verity told him. "Most people seemed to be
enjoying themselves but I'd had enough. I hoped you wouldn't mind

"I'll have to remember to look bored more often," Bill remarked. "Here
try this one, it's Vindaloo." Verity obediently scooped some up on a piece
of poppadom and put it in her mouth. She swallowed and immediately started
coughing, tears running down her face. She grabbed her glass of larger and
took several big gulps.

"I take it back, I picked you because you were the most stunningly
handsome guy in the disco," Verity gasped. "You're wonderful, charming,
intelligent and good-looking. Just don't ever feed me something that hot

"Sorry," Bill grinned, not looking at all repentant. "It's probably an
acquired taste." To prove his point he took a couple of large mouthfuls.
Verity giggled and rolled her eyes.

"My hero, I'm so impressed. You were probably raised on this stuff.
What was it called again, Vesuvius?"

"No, Vindaloo. Try this one, it's Malayan. Very mild, with bananas and
pineapples in it."

"Can I trust you, though?" Verity queried, laughter lurking in her eyes
as she scooped up some of the recommended dish. "Yum, that's really good.
At least as far as I can tell with the few taste buds I still have

"Wimp," Bill said, eating some more of the Vindaloo.

"Now you're just showing off," Verity told him. "I hope you don't mind
me asking, but are you Indian?"

"Not on your life, I'm Pakistani, if you don't mind," Bill said with
mock indignation.

"Sorry," Verity apologised. "Er, what's the difference between Indians
and Pakistanis?"

"Pakistanis are far better at cricket and our Vindaloos are much
hotter," Bill said proudly. "Actually, I'm technically British, seeing as
I was born in this country."

"I was a bit confused so I thought I'd ask," Verity explained. "Bill is
such a British name but you have those beautiful, big, brown eyes that are
typical of Indian, sorry I mean Pakistani, people." Bill squirmed with
embarrassment at her compliment. The men were supposed to tell the girls that they had beautiful eyes, not the other way around.

"My parents gave us two names, one a traditional Pakistani name and one
a traditional British name. They reckoned that whichever suited each of us
the best is the name we would end up using. In my case, I ended up with
everyone calling me Bill."

"So what's your other name?" Verity asked.

"How did I know you were going to ask that? It's Naved."

"Hmm, I think Bill suits you better. What's this pink stuff? It's
really nice."

"That's Chicken Tikka Massala. It's good with Pilau rice. I can
actually make that, you know."

"Do you cook for the restaurant?"

"No, I'm nowhere near good enough for that. I'm at University at the
moment, studying for an Engineering degree," Bill explained. "I come home
on a weekend and work as a waiter all Friday night and I work the early
evening shift on a Sunday."

"Are you planning to be an engineer of some kind then?"

"I don't really know," Bill confessed with a sigh. "Education is
important to my family so they insist that all their kids go to Uni'. I
don't really know what I want to do with myself yet. I'm kind of the black
sheep of the family, I guess."

"Well you are a very charming black sheep, if you ask me," Verity told

"Do you want to go and tell my Dad that," Bill suggested. "He's the
scary man in the kitchen, yelling at everyone."

"OK, but I'd rather tell him his food is wonderful," Verity said,
scraping the last of the Korma out of the dish with her finger and sucking it into her mouth blissfully.

"There you go, it's the best Saturday night tradition going. Just make
sure you've got plenty of antacids around tomorrow morning. If you're not
used to spicy food you might have a bit of an upset stomach."

"I'll bear that in mind. Oh no, look at the time!" Verity exclaimed.
"I have to leave in less than half an hour. How much do I owe for this
wonderful meal?"

"Put your purse away," Bill ordered. "You are my guest and the meal is
on the house anyway. Do you really have to be going?"

"I'm afraid so," Verity said. "I leave at midnight."

"Can I walk you to your car or train or whatever?" Bill asked.

"That would be lovely," Verity said, a smile dispelling the sadness that
had been clouding her face. "I'd love it if you'd walk me to the train

They headed out into the cold night. An occasional snowflake was
drifting down from the dark sky but the wind had died down slightly.
Verity tucked her hand through Bill's arm and they huddled together as they
walked. All too soon, in Bill's opinion, they reached the train station.

"I can't thank you enough," Verity said. "I've had a fantastic time

"Will you be coming back this way soon to visit your cousin?" Bill asked

"Not too soon," Verity said sadly. "I won't be back until the end of
October. You'll have completely forgotten about me by then."

"No I won't," Bill objected. "Besides, I'm sure we can keep in touch in
the meantime. There's the phone or even writing."

"Don't say that," Verity protested. "One of us won't write and then the
other one will get upset. Let's just leave things as they are, one perfect
night, and not spoil it with promises we won't keep."

"Can't we arrange to meet up in October," Bill asked forlornly.

"I'll tell you what," Verity said. "If you remember, I'll be checked
into that hotel right over there on October 31st. If you remember and
contact me there, we can spend the whole day together. If not, then at
least no one's feelings will be hurt."

"OK, I'll be there," Bill told her. "What time will you arrive?"

"I get here just after midnight and I have twenty-four hours before I
have to leave. But you'll be asleep at that time, I expect. It's actually
a Saturday again. We could maybe go for a curry again," Verity suggested.
"After all, you did say it was tradition for a Saturday night."

"All right, it's a date then," Bill said. "There's actually another
tradition we have on a Saturday night. At the end of the night, we like to
kiss goodnight."

Verity smiled slowly and the tip of her tongue swiftly passed over her

"Sounds like a good tradition to me," she said slightly breathlessly as
he moved closer. Bill wrapped his arms around her, holding her slight body
close to him. Tentatively he lowered his mouth to hers.

The first things he felt were her cold lips, then his tongue delved into
warm depths of her mouth. She swayed against him and her arms slid around
his neck. Her tongue glided against his and he felt the sensation in every
nerve ending in his body. His whole body seemed concentrated in his mouth
as he continued to kiss her. He dragged the tip of his tongue across the
roof of her mouth and she moaned in response. Their breath mingled and he
tried to imprint the taste and feel and scent of her on his memory. At
last he reluctantly pulled back, planting tiny kisses on first her upper
lip, then her lower lip as he slowly let her go. She trailed a finger
gently around his mouth and then stepped away.

"I wish you didn't have to go," Bill whispered.

"I wish I didn't have to go, too," Verity admitted. "But I do have to.
Thank you again." She planted a swift kiss on his mouth, then turned and
walked swiftly away. She paused at the end of the corridor to look back,
then disappeared around the corner. Bill gave a deep sigh, then made his
way home.

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