Ghosts From the Past
Maurice Moulterd had never been strikingly handsome. Betty Slocombe's, or as he knew her when, Rachel Yiddle's, attraction to him had been purely one of a naïve girl in a strange place during a stressful time. Their trysts were limited to some heated kissing and a few daring caresses in the milking shed, nothing more. But that didn't stop Mr. Moulterd from embellishing his memories with steamier innuendos.
He would steal a touch in passing and make suggestive comments when others were within earshot. This unnerved Mrs. Slocombe as she tried to keep up her posh persona.
Mr. Moulterd was rough, crude, and dirty. Nothing anyone would have suspected Mrs. Slocombe to be attracted to. So when he insinuated they had had it off, she became unglued.
"Mr. Moulterd!" she glared, "Although we may have been acquainted many, many years ago, in our youth, the passage of time has cancelled out any familiarity we may have had. I prefer to be known as Mrs. Slocombe!"
He gave her a snide look and scoffed, "Oh, you bird! You ain't half come on since you were known as 'The Tiverton Bicycle'!"
Captain Peacock looked away uncomfortably and Mrs. Slocombe felt her face grow hot. Maybe she should marry him; it would put an end to these embarrassing daily exchanges.