Chapter 10

'Wife, fucking wife!', Molly raged as she stormed into the office, waving her phone in the air, making both Charles and Dan jump in from the seats where they'd been discussing the merits of adding an IT programme into the choice of workshops. 'Did you know?' accusing eyes spat flames or indignation in their direction. Raising his hands in a conciliatory gesture, Charles shook his head, 'What the fuck are you talking about Molly and for god's sake calm down, you're going purple!' That had definitely been the wrong thing to say as she gave him a disgusted, you'll pay for that look and turned her attention to Dan. 'Dangles? Anything you want to share?' Her voice had gone quieter the angrier she became and Dangles moved backwards trying to get out of the line of fire. 'Not that I know of Molls. Unless you're talking about Jo, in which case I take the fifth, you can't force e to give evidence about a spouse.' Uh oh, making light of the matter was not a good move.

She stomped across the room, shoving her phone into Charles' face. 'Bloody Kinders in married and he didn't even tell me!', tears were now building up in her voice as Charles took the phone from her and looked at the text. Pulling his sobbing wife into his chest he passed the phone over the Dangles. 'Bloody hell Boss, the sneaky bastard, wonder who she is. At least I invited you lot to my wedding.' Charles smiled in acknowledgement, rubbing placating circles on Molly's back as she tried to control her sobs. Looking down at her he gave Dan a brief nod, indicating their meeting was over for the day and that he might as well leave.

Not one to miss an opportunity of getting home early to his gorgeous wife, he nodded back and headed out of the door and around the building. Two years ago he had been in a pretty sorry state; his youngest sister had been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumour and given only three months to live. She was seventeen. He had wanted to spend as much of those three months with her as possible so he had jacked in the army with no thought of what he was going to do and helped his mum nurse her. Sue had been the one who had coined his nick name, as a toddler she had struggled with Daniel and had called him Dangle instead, it had stuck and now all the family and his friends called him Dangles. At work, however, he was Daniel not wanting to give the lads any ammunition for piss taking. Sue had outwitted fate and lived for an additional two months, giving them five months to live a life time. Her death had hit him hard and he had sunk into depression, shutting himself off from his friends and from life until Fingers, cheeky, pushy bastard that he was, had turned up at the house, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, shoved him under the shower and told him to pack his bags, he was coming to Manchester. That had been a turning point in his life.

Once in Manchester, the various members of Two Section had visited, taking it in turns to cajole and encourage him to re-join the living, taking his to football matches, snooker halls, trailing him around the gay bars of Manchester but making sure he never got pissed, they knew alcohol and depression do not mix well. Even Kat, Fingers' missus had got in on the act, producing a long line of 'friends' to introduce him to. It was a pure fluke that at the same time as his visit, Kat's cousin Jo rocked up needing a place to kip for a few days. She was intelligent, feisty and full of fun and soon had him eating out of her hand, quite literally at times. The few days turned into a few weeks and would probably have turned into a few months if Fingers hadn't suggested, subtly for him, that maybe they should 'get a fuckin' room bro'!' He could understand where his mate was coming from because he'd had to endure weeks of listening to Fingers and Kat shagging in the room next door and while he lay on the settee trying to sleep and although there had been one or two entertaining interludes he didn't particularly want them listening to him and Jo in their unguarded moments.

Jo was between jobs, and as he was also unemployed they'd gone back down to Aston to stay with his parents. She was like a breath of fresh air, full of energy and enthusiasm and sexy as hell. In the past he'd always been partial to blonds but this gorgeous brunette with the voluptuous breasts and rounded hips had taken hold of his heart, not to mention other parts, and refused to let go. His proposal hadn't been very romantic he had to admit, they had been together approximately six months and had started looking for a place of their own, when he took it into his head that they should get married. He'd been doing construction work with his day and Jo had taken a part time job at a local Residential home doing art and craft activities with the elderly residents. His parents had been away on holiday, Majorca again, and they had the house to themselves. Making the most of their opportunities they were attempting to christen as many of the rooms as they could, tonight being the pleasure of the kitchen.

They had finished dinner and Jo was trying to restore order to the kitchen when he'd taken the cloth from her hand, dropped it into the sink and started unfastening the buttons down the front of her blouse. Not being one to miss a hint, she had returned the favour, unbuttoning, unzipping and removing all of his clothes until they were both standing naked in full view of the kitchen window. Chortling at the look of realisation of their position in her eyes, he had swiftly closed the blind and lifted her up onto the counter in front of the window. There was something really erotic about the thought of having sex in full view of the neighbours but even he wouldn't go that far. Lifting her arms around his head, Jo pulled him into her, guiding his head down to her breasts, encouraging him as he nipped at her sensitised nipples, her breath coming in short pants. His hands were rough from his work and sent tingles down her spine as he stroked across her back and down to her buttocks, sliding her forward on the worktop and moving them around to the gap between their bodies. Her breaths became more laboured and her head fell back as she placed her hand over his, showing him exactly what she wanted him to do to her. Dangles grinned as he moved lower, tracing around her swollen clitoris and into her vagina with his fingers only to draw them out and repeat the pattern. The tension was excruciating, driving her upward but never letting her reach the pinnacle. Grabbing his hand again, she forced two of his fingers into her, moving his hand back and forth, in and out until she felt the shudders of her release shatter her concentration.

Pulling her to him, Dangles eased off the counter and onto her feet, turning her swiftly so that she was facing the window. Guiding her hands forward and laying them flat onto the work top he dragged her hips backwards into his groin, grinding himself into her buttocks. Jo, pushed back, moving her hips round and round, building his tension until he yanked her hands from the work top, bent her almost double and entered her from behind. It was torture and heaven at the same time as he plunged deep into her warm, wet vagina, stimulated by the feel of her muscles around him. In and out, almost leaving her but not quite, faster and faster, holding her hips steady in his hands until he thrust in one final time, howling his release into her back. As they stood, supporting one another, his arms wrapped around her waist, her hands once more pressed to the work top, he had muttered, 'I think we need to get married'

The spell of the most amazing sex she had ever had was broken with those seven simple words. 'What d'you mean we NEED to get married? I'm not pregnant and besides it's 2015 not 1915 although I'm sure they fucked even then.' She was not happy. Trying to backtrack and think what he'd said that could illicit this reaction, he turned her and pulled their slick bodies together. 'I mean, I love you, I want to be with you forever, I really, really want you to be my wife.' Good save Berry, he thought to himself as her expression lightened and she threw her arms around him, crushing her breasts against his chest. That had been close, pressing his lips to hers, he had lifted her and been heading up stairs when she had whispered in his ear, 'Yes please'

They had been married in December with all of Two Section in attendance and later at the reception he had been talking to Molly and the Bossman when they had asked him if he would like to join the staff at the Centre. He wasn't sure at first, thinking he didn't have a lot to offer in that area but as Charles had pointed out, he was a trained radio technician, had skills in the construction trade and was fitter than Molly, although he'd made sure not to let her hear that. It had taken him all of thirty minutes and a chat with his wife for him to make the decision and in January 2016 he had become an instructor at the Centre. As part of the package, they had been given a flat on the top floor of the main house, with a separate front door around the side of the building so they could close themselves off if they wanted to but also within easy access of the rest of the building if needed. They had settled in quickly and Jo loved it, especially as Dan could nip home, whenever he had a spare few minutes, for a little R and R. She had also transformed one of the spare rooms, where the light was particularly good into a studio and was currently working on producing block printed t-shirts with a range of slogans for the staff and clients of the centre.

Rushing through the front door, calling out for her, he followed the sound of her singing to her studio. Sure enough, she was up to her elbows in paint, smudges across her nose and her body covered in an old pair of his painting overalls and the tiniest of vests. Eyes dancing, he approached her, picking up a cloth to wipe the paint from her face before leaning in for a kiss and easing the straps of the overalls down off her shoulders. They were a loose fit on her and dropped easily to the floor leaving her dressed only in the vest and her knickers. Lifting her off her feet, she wrapped her legs around his hips and arms around his head, he moved in for another kiss, licking across first the bottom and then her top lip before delving into the warm depths of her mouth. 'I think you could do with a bath' he laughed as he walked down the hallway and into their bathroom. Reaching carefully down, with her still in his arms, he flicked the switch to lock the plug in place and began running the water using the time it took to fill the bath to remove their clothes. Stepping over the edge, he eased down into the warm water, settled her astride his lap and began to rub a face cloth over her arms and back. Reaching back, she snatched the cloth from his hands, dropping it onto the floor with a splat, 'I'd rather have your hands if you don't mind' she smirked, and so it began, both of them stroking and rubbing at each other's bodies until they were so aroused they could stand it no move. Sliding forward and taking him into her, Jo began to ride his, bucking her hips in his hands, thrusting him into her harder and harder, slapping her thighs into his groin, moans of absolute pleasure coming from both of them until with a loud scream first Jo and then Dan came with an intensity they hadn't experienced before.

Dropping her head forward, she rested her forehead on his chest, 'Not that I'm complaining but what's brought you home so early?' Letting out a huffed laugh, he wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer into him he replied, 'Bloody Kinders got married without telling anyone and has upset Molly. Glad I'm not the Boss tonight, don't fancy his chances much at getting her to calm down any time soon.

Dan obviously didn't know Charles as well as he thought he did. Charles knew exactly what to do to distract his wife and calm her down but that was a technique he wasn't prepared to share with anyone.

Obviously Dangles is the last one of Two Section so you all know what it coming next. I hope I can do it justice. Thank you for your continued support and reviews.