Many and eternal thanks for the reveiws and alerts. Well I am still loving writing this so I really hope you are all enjoying it as much?

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MEMORIES OF BRIGHTON

"The main bedroom!. You're letting me use your bedroom? Or are we sharing?"

"I will be right next door in the spare"

"Why?"

"Because this one has the en suite – which means Samantha dear, less reasons for you to actually come out?"

"Food?"

"Will be brought to you"

"Entertainment?"

"TV and full cable in the cabinet over there, and no – no computer"

"Sex?"

"Seems to me luv that you have had a it too much of that lately, maybe it's time you took a break from that particular activity"

She pouted and started twirling a strand of hair in her fingers.

"Ow give it up Sammie that barely worked on me when we were kids, it sure as hell won't now"

"So what does work on you now Cal? now that you such a big, grown up man?"

"Nuffin you've got to offer darlin"

"Really! Not even if I change my name to Gillian and talk in a cool, posh American accent?"

She caught his millisecond flinch and grinned.

"Not bothering to deny it then"

"Wot's the point with you"

"So when do I get to meet your daughter?"

Cal let out a derisive laugh.

"Do me a favour! Let you loose on my Em…No luv, I've made arrangements for her to stay at various other locations for the duration"

"And how much did you deal for eventually? You know, for 'looking after me?"

"I've a feeling it's not gonna be enough – Unpack, have a shower and don't bother searching the place I've removed everything of a personal nature"

Just before he shut and locked the door, (knowing her affinity with locks he had puts two bolts on the outside!) his eyes flicked to her ankle tag.

"Yes Cal, it's still there –for now"

xXx

It was midnight when her cell woke her. Did she really need to bother to check the id?

"Cal – this better be important"

"Have you spoken to Reynolds?"

"Yes. And so yes, I know that you have moved Ms Fowles into your home. We have all worked on a rota to take as much as your work as possible, and of course to have Emily to stay, so it's all in hand Cal"

"Distancing language Foster? – Ms Fowles – You gotta problem with this?"

"No – well yes – only in so much that I don't think you should be on this case. There is obviously an awful lot of history between you two and from the little I've seen…she seems to get the upper hand a lot of the time…"

"Yeah, I know that, and that is precisely why I rang you to say I needed your help on this one"

After a seemingly lengthy silence he heard her take a deep breath.

"Of course I will help you Cal, you know that but – To be of any use at all I need to know the history, all of it, hers, yours – everything Cal, nothing held back"

"Fancy a little late night drink at mine luv?"

Twenty Plus Years Ago In a small country called England…..

He watched her running in and out of the waves.

Her clothes were soaked, it was 2am and he was chilly in his dry jeans and sweater topped with a leather jacket.

Yet again he felt himself transfixed by her hair – down to her waist, the colour of fresh straw, it hung in those infernal rats tails, but he loved it.

"Cum on Calli boy, come and play with me"

"Wot in there! Not a hope darlin but you cum out an I'll see wot I can do to warm you up"

"You're all talk you are Lightman"

"Only cos I know you'd bolt like a rabbit down a hole if I did try more than a good grope"

She made her way out of the water and ran the short distance to where he sat on a 'borrowed' deckchair.

Stripping off her jeans and top she started to pull his jacket from him.

"OI! Leave it out – why do you always end up nicking my leather? Bring yer own bloody coat next time"

Nevertheless he removed his coat and helped her put it on.

"How do you know I would? Maybe I wouldn't"

Grabbing him by the shoulders and then using her feet to swipe his out from under him, they fell to the sand with their mouths locked together.

In less than five minutes her bra was gone and she had one hand round the back of his head and one down the front of his jeans.

Breaking away from her and pulling her hand out, he rolled onto his back and took some deep breaths.

"Christ Sammie, wot you trying to do? Get me nicked by the old bill again"

As she looked down at him he felt her hair fall across his cheeks.

"Wots it got to do with them?"

"You're 14 for god's sake – Jailbait – you do know that word don't yer?"

"Nearly 15 and your nearly 16"

"Nearly is the operative word there – an 15 is still illegal"

"Since when did you start worrying about what's legal?"

"Since rape and sexual offender are titles that stay with you for life that's when"

"I won't tell if you don't"

Cal watched her get up on walk over to one of the 'seaside huts' that ran along the front of Brighton beach.

Within seconds she had removed the padlock and disappeared inside.

When she didn't reappear after a few minutes he got up and moved tho the door.

It was dark inside and he couldn't make out what was what so he moved in a bit further.

Then she flicked a lighter and he saw her lying – naked – on a small bed that was inside.

"Sammie" it came out half groan half plea.

"Calli boy" hers was all husky and full of invitation and intent.

Cals Living Room….

"So…was that your first ti….?"

"Yeah, mine and hers"

"And a bloody good job we made of it as well, all things considered"

"Shit!" Cal muttered.

Both parties on the settee turned and looked at the stairs,

"How the fuckin hell did you get out?"

Gillian looked at Cal slightly aghast.

"You don't mean you actually have her…"

"LOCKED in his bedroom yes"

Sammie skipped past them to the kitchen and turned the kettle on.

"Cal?"

Gill returned to staring at him, accusation masked the building amusement she was experiencing at Lightman's obvious discomfort.

"Yeah, damn right I did – not that it appears to have done any good"

"Is that really necessary?"

"NO – I just did it to satisfy my own kinky needs" he answered sarcastically.

"Glad to hear you finally admit to them" Sammie leaned against the door frame grinning.