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    Mbgpeelover got a reaction from stinklerus in The thing about Ellen and Daniel   
    Daniel’s theory is proved correct
     
    Parking in the empty car park at Tulloch Court Daniel sat quietly turning off the car engine wondering what the day might bring. The building was so tall and imposing and under its shadow the car felt cold in the early October chill. Ellen didn’t seem her usual chatty self either as she appeared to stare out the window deep in thought. Not much later though the atmosphere changed as Ellis’ white van finally pulled into the car park and parked beside them. Getting the customary greetings over with they walked towards the security door as Ellis  buzzed to open it. At least they were inside and Celine had the keys to the communal flats which was a good start. 
     
    Wandering around the ground floor flat they chatted among themselves about how best to get as many things built as possible, obviously ignoring the elephant in the room. They could build as many beds and sofa as they wanted but if they had nowhere to put them where was the point? Daniel was just thinking of pointing this out, very aware of how it would burst the bubble but feeling he couldn’t keep the pretence up much longer, when Ellis suddenly became very animated as he pointed out cars coming into the car park. Once again feeling like he was the only practical one there he left the flat to go and let the people in glad to see some more people but concerned too that they may end up on a false errand unless they could get the keys to all the other flats. 
     
    Following at the back of the group he returned into the living room of the flat as people began chatting and getting to know one another. It wasn’t that Daniel didn’t like social pleasantries or small talk but time really wasn’t on their side so he raised his voice as best he could and gathered everyone together. Unsure how much information everyone knew he explained about the donations arriving and that they needed to get as many sofas and beds built as possible. He was just about to put people into teams to work when Celine interrupted him to announce that the furniture had just arrived. 
     
    It was heartening to watch complete strangers working so well together with a single mission as Ellen held the security door open and Celine remained in the flat directing traffic while everyone else unloaded the large removal lorry in record time. Surveying the now very full flat bulging with boxes and people Daniel happily let Celine take over as she placed everyone in teams and allocated them building areas. People were just moving towards the boxes of beds when Ellis caused a stir, interrupting the activity by pointing out there was a load of council vans just arriving in the car park. Walking over to see for himself Daniel sensed a real unease in both Ellen and Celine as he felt very protective of his colleagues. Taking charge of the room he hushed everyone quickly then in an efficient and calm manner excused himself and Ellen and Celine so they could deal with the situation away from everyone else. 
     
    Walking outside the tower block he made sure to stand right next to Ellen as the three of them formed a line staring at Keith Bryan as he stepped out the driver’s seat of the first van smugly and aggressively. The way he spoke to Celine was rude and condescending but for now Daniel just wanted to let it go. Keith was clearly here with an agenda and with so many council staff flagging him now obviously wasn’t the time to confront him. Watching in shock as he brazenly opened the back door of one of the council vans just as others copied him the three of them stood helplessly as a convoy of uniformed men pushed right past them carrying beds, furniture and seats. Wherever they were putting them they seemed incredibly quick to be returning back to go again with another load. 
     
    Half expecting a photographer or TV crew to appear around a corner to record Keith’s ‘generous’ donations Daniel was itching to confront him about the way he’d spoken to Celine when suddenly the back doors to all these vans closed in unison and the remaining uniformed staff, including Keith, vanished into the even lift out of sight. Ellen seemed to visibly relax as the lift moved floors and she remarked about Keith having appeared to have robbed a ward of furniture from a local hospital. 
     
    “More like he robbed the local nursing home or something!” 
     
    It was out his mouth before he even realised he’d said it as Ellen and Celine looked at him wide eyed. He wasn’t really known for being so open with his opinion, especially negative ones, but the shock of what Keith had just delivered was too much. Did he seriously think it appropriate for refugees to sleep on beds with metal sides and waterproof mattresses like they were incontinent 80 year olds? Not to mention the firm, high backed chairs more suitable for a waiting room than anyone’s home! Of course the ever positive and confident Celine had other ideas though.
     
    “You know guys I really don’t care where he got it all from. The fact is he’s done us a huge favour. I know those beds look grim but they’re better than nothing and right now we just need to get 66 flats furnished by the end of today. I bet you anything Keith will be out of here before we know it. He’s allergic to hard work that man. Let’s just leave him to it. I’m going to check on the real workers and see how they’re doing. Just make sure if you see him to get the keys off him ok!” 
     
    In the blink of an eye she was off leaving just him and Ellen alone in the hallway.. 
     
    “Where do you think he’s put it all then?” 
     
    “Knowing Keith it’s probably all been dumped in one flat or something. He only wants to look good not actually help.” 
     
    “I was thinking the same. Call me cynical Daniel but it wouldn’t surprise me to find it’s all broken or filthy or unusable. I don’t trust him.” 
     
    “Neither do I. Shhh. The lift is coming back down again look!” 
     
    Watching the lit up numbers on the lift change from 4 to 2 to 0 Daniel squeezed Ellen’s hand then quickly let it go again as the doors opened. The lift was crammed with 8 people in as Daniel glanced at Ellen then walked firmly towards the men exiting the lift in front of them. 
     
    “I just wanted to thank you so much for your help today Keith. That was such an incredible donation you brought here. I am sure the refugees will be thrilled when they arrive on Wednesday. Actually before you go could we possibly have the keys to the flats? Just so that we can make those beds you so generously bought. We’ll be ensuring everyone knows where they came from, you can rest assured about that. Can you imagine the thrill on the refugees faces when they see how great their new beds look!” 
     
    “Oh not just beds Mr. Omari but expensive chairs AND bedside tables. And you really needn’t worry about the new residents knowing who donated them. It’s all been publicised in the local press. I have to say we popped into one of the flats to look around and boy will our delivery today make a difference. If it wasn’t for me that flat would be completely empty you know! I suppose if you want to waste your time putting bedding on then go ahead. You won’t get it back though. They get money to buy these things themselves you know.” 
     
    Reaching his hands out to take a plastic box full of keys from Keith Daniel was glad that Ellen was keeping quiet as he took the box quickly. 
     
    “I need those keys back by 5pm. You know where my office is. If you’re late then I will inform the police and report it as theft.” 
     
    “Yes absolutely. Understood. Before you leave though Mr Bryan you don’t happen to remember what flats you delivered to? I’d like to mention to the new occupants directly what you did for them.” 
     
    “I don’t have time to waste talking. I am a very busy man Mr. Omari. Some of us actually do our jobs you know and don’t go gallivanting across the country to places we don’t even work. I’m sure you’ll find them soon enough.” 
     
    Nodding as Keith turned and walked out right in front of him, making a show of closing the security door loudly behind him, Daniel clung to the box of keys like they were gold. Turning to see Ellen looking at her mobile he looked at her curiously. 
     
    “He’s right. They published an article on the council facebook page yesterday afternoon. Mackenzie House, a local council run nursing home closed a couple of weeks ago and Keith is being credited with the innovative idea of reusing the furniture for the council’s newest guests. You were right Daniel. He did rob a nursing home, though thankfully only after it shut. You were amazing getting those keys though.” 
     
    “I’ve only got them until 5 though. We really need to hurry!” 
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    Mbgpeelover got a reaction from david_578 in The thing about Ellen and Daniel   
    Daniel’s theory is proved correct
     
    Parking in the empty car park at Tulloch Court Daniel sat quietly turning off the car engine wondering what the day might bring. The building was so tall and imposing and under its shadow the car felt cold in the early October chill. Ellen didn’t seem her usual chatty self either as she appeared to stare out the window deep in thought. Not much later though the atmosphere changed as Ellis’ white van finally pulled into the car park and parked beside them. Getting the customary greetings over with they walked towards the security door as Ellis  buzzed to open it. At least they were inside and Celine had the keys to the communal flats which was a good start. 
     
    Wandering around the ground floor flat they chatted among themselves about how best to get as many things built as possible, obviously ignoring the elephant in the room. They could build as many beds and sofa as they wanted but if they had nowhere to put them where was the point? Daniel was just thinking of pointing this out, very aware of how it would burst the bubble but feeling he couldn’t keep the pretence up much longer, when Ellis suddenly became very animated as he pointed out cars coming into the car park. Once again feeling like he was the only practical one there he left the flat to go and let the people in glad to see some more people but concerned too that they may end up on a false errand unless they could get the keys to all the other flats. 
     
    Following at the back of the group he returned into the living room of the flat as people began chatting and getting to know one another. It wasn’t that Daniel didn’t like social pleasantries or small talk but time really wasn’t on their side so he raised his voice as best he could and gathered everyone together. Unsure how much information everyone knew he explained about the donations arriving and that they needed to get as many sofas and beds built as possible. He was just about to put people into teams to work when Celine interrupted him to announce that the furniture had just arrived. 
     
    It was heartening to watch complete strangers working so well together with a single mission as Ellen held the security door open and Celine remained in the flat directing traffic while everyone else unloaded the large removal lorry in record time. Surveying the now very full flat bulging with boxes and people Daniel happily let Celine take over as she placed everyone in teams and allocated them building areas. People were just moving towards the boxes of beds when Ellis caused a stir, interrupting the activity by pointing out there was a load of council vans just arriving in the car park. Walking over to see for himself Daniel sensed a real unease in both Ellen and Celine as he felt very protective of his colleagues. Taking charge of the room he hushed everyone quickly then in an efficient and calm manner excused himself and Ellen and Celine so they could deal with the situation away from everyone else. 
     
    Walking outside the tower block he made sure to stand right next to Ellen as the three of them formed a line staring at Keith Bryan as he stepped out the driver’s seat of the first van smugly and aggressively. The way he spoke to Celine was rude and condescending but for now Daniel just wanted to let it go. Keith was clearly here with an agenda and with so many council staff flagging him now obviously wasn’t the time to confront him. Watching in shock as he brazenly opened the back door of one of the council vans just as others copied him the three of them stood helplessly as a convoy of uniformed men pushed right past them carrying beds, furniture and seats. Wherever they were putting them they seemed incredibly quick to be returning back to go again with another load. 
     
    Half expecting a photographer or TV crew to appear around a corner to record Keith’s ‘generous’ donations Daniel was itching to confront him about the way he’d spoken to Celine when suddenly the back doors to all these vans closed in unison and the remaining uniformed staff, including Keith, vanished into the even lift out of sight. Ellen seemed to visibly relax as the lift moved floors and she remarked about Keith having appeared to have robbed a ward of furniture from a local hospital. 
     
    “More like he robbed the local nursing home or something!” 
     
    It was out his mouth before he even realised he’d said it as Ellen and Celine looked at him wide eyed. He wasn’t really known for being so open with his opinion, especially negative ones, but the shock of what Keith had just delivered was too much. Did he seriously think it appropriate for refugees to sleep on beds with metal sides and waterproof mattresses like they were incontinent 80 year olds? Not to mention the firm, high backed chairs more suitable for a waiting room than anyone’s home! Of course the ever positive and confident Celine had other ideas though.
     
    “You know guys I really don’t care where he got it all from. The fact is he’s done us a huge favour. I know those beds look grim but they’re better than nothing and right now we just need to get 66 flats furnished by the end of today. I bet you anything Keith will be out of here before we know it. He’s allergic to hard work that man. Let’s just leave him to it. I’m going to check on the real workers and see how they’re doing. Just make sure if you see him to get the keys off him ok!” 
     
    In the blink of an eye she was off leaving just him and Ellen alone in the hallway.. 
     
    “Where do you think he’s put it all then?” 
     
    “Knowing Keith it’s probably all been dumped in one flat or something. He only wants to look good not actually help.” 
     
    “I was thinking the same. Call me cynical Daniel but it wouldn’t surprise me to find it’s all broken or filthy or unusable. I don’t trust him.” 
     
    “Neither do I. Shhh. The lift is coming back down again look!” 
     
    Watching the lit up numbers on the lift change from 4 to 2 to 0 Daniel squeezed Ellen’s hand then quickly let it go again as the doors opened. The lift was crammed with 8 people in as Daniel glanced at Ellen then walked firmly towards the men exiting the lift in front of them. 
     
    “I just wanted to thank you so much for your help today Keith. That was such an incredible donation you brought here. I am sure the refugees will be thrilled when they arrive on Wednesday. Actually before you go could we possibly have the keys to the flats? Just so that we can make those beds you so generously bought. We’ll be ensuring everyone knows where they came from, you can rest assured about that. Can you imagine the thrill on the refugees faces when they see how great their new beds look!” 
     
    “Oh not just beds Mr. Omari but expensive chairs AND bedside tables. And you really needn’t worry about the new residents knowing who donated them. It’s all been publicised in the local press. I have to say we popped into one of the flats to look around and boy will our delivery today make a difference. If it wasn’t for me that flat would be completely empty you know! I suppose if you want to waste your time putting bedding on then go ahead. You won’t get it back though. They get money to buy these things themselves you know.” 
     
    Reaching his hands out to take a plastic box full of keys from Keith Daniel was glad that Ellen was keeping quiet as he took the box quickly. 
     
    “I need those keys back by 5pm. You know where my office is. If you’re late then I will inform the police and report it as theft.” 
     
    “Yes absolutely. Understood. Before you leave though Mr Bryan you don’t happen to remember what flats you delivered to? I’d like to mention to the new occupants directly what you did for them.” 
     
    “I don’t have time to waste talking. I am a very busy man Mr. Omari. Some of us actually do our jobs you know and don’t go gallivanting across the country to places we don’t even work. I’m sure you’ll find them soon enough.” 
     
    Nodding as Keith turned and walked out right in front of him, making a show of closing the security door loudly behind him, Daniel clung to the box of keys like they were gold. Turning to see Ellen looking at her mobile he looked at her curiously. 
     
    “He’s right. They published an article on the council facebook page yesterday afternoon. Mackenzie House, a local council run nursing home closed a couple of weeks ago and Keith is being credited with the innovative idea of reusing the furniture for the council’s newest guests. You were right Daniel. He did rob a nursing home, though thankfully only after it shut. You were amazing getting those keys though.” 
     
    “I’ve only got them until 5 though. We really need to hurry!” 
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    Mbgpeelover got a reaction from arg08 in The thing about Ellen and Daniel   
    An unexpected surprise for Ellen, Daniel and Celine 
     
    Eating delicious sweet porridge sitting opposite Daniel Ellen felt content and happy. Her bleeding had finally stopped and her hormones seemed to be settling again. Thinking about the day ahead she was apprehensive but excited as the big day drew closer and closer. Drinking her tea she looked out the kitchen window at the darkness outside aware that they really needed to be heading off soon. 
     
    Not long later she was getting into Daniel’s car as their second journey to Dundee that week began. Daniel was such a good driver, conscientious about keeping to the speed limit and mindful of braking distances. She felt relaxed and confident as she looked out the window at the stunning vibrant reds and oranges of the early morning sunrise. She’d lived in so many different towns and cities but Glasgow was the only one to really feel like home and seeing a sunrise over the river Clyde never ceased to amaze her. Unusually the traffic was moving well as they made steady progress on the motorway out of the city and towards Cumbernauld and Stirling. Wondering about Celine and Ellis she was just thinking about texting her friend when her phone beeped with an incoming text. 
     
    Leaning forward to pick it up out of her bag she read the words with great interest. Sharing the information with Daniel about what time the flat pack delivery was due and the fact Ellen had heard from Jack and he was bringing a team of helpers Ellen started to wonder just how hard it might be to build a flat pack bed and how long it might take. She’d built a few things before, always with help, and she’d watched others build things too, but it always seemed to take much longer than expected and all too often screws or parts had been missing. What if that happened today? 
     
    Trying to be practical she let her mind switch to trying to work out the most practical way to build so much furniture with the limited amount of manpower they had and the even more limited time. Debating wether they should perhaps split into teams in different flats to work or stick together in the community flats so they could help each other out her mind was preoccupied by thinking of it all when she felt Daniel’s hand on her knee. 
     
    “You ok honey?”
     
    Sharing some of her thoughts aloud with Daniel hoping he might be able to shed light on it all Ellen listened as he tried to reassure her that none of the mess they were in was their fault. In his mind it was the clear responsibility of Dundee city council to have furnished the flats, after all, as he very astutely told her, they had received funding to do so. Ellen knew this wasn’t her boyfriend feeling annoyed at having to drive all the way to Dundee for the second day in a row but rather his ever factual, practical, competent way of thinking. He was right really, as always, but Ellen’s conscience just couldn’t allow a single refugee to arrive without at least somewhere to sleep, eat and facilities to cook. Anything less than that in her mind was simply inhumane. 
     
    Her mind still thinking it all through while she looked out the window at the countryside she heard Daniel say something that suddenly made her turn. Why hadn’t it occurred to her that the flats wouldn’t all be open? She’d been the one to speak to Rob from Claypots before they left the day before and she’d been the one he told about handing the keys over to the council. Suddenly panicking that the entire trip was all in vain she quickly texted Celine desperately hoping she already had a plan. Of course she did and hearing that she’d already contacted Keith Bryan made her feel a little stupid. It was a good job one of them had the forethought to email him! Initially smiling as she read the first text from her colleague about how she’d practically threatened Keith she then laughed at the second one and absurdity of Celine’s plan to dump the entire IKEA delivery in the council headquarters’s car park. Clearly Celine’s was in a good mood, either that or so stressed she was being silly. 
     
    Either way it made the final part of the journey more stressful and anxious as they passed so many familiar landmarks in Dundee and made their way through the city to Hilltown. Pulling into the car park at Tulloch Court Ellen checked the time on Daniel’s car: Ten past 9. They’d made good time though without the keys to any of the ground floor flats they decided to wait in the car until Ellis and Celine arrived. It was almost half past nine before they showed up, with Celine commenting at how they’d been stuck behind a learner driver right throughout the city. Passing pleasantries to each other the four of them walked towards the high rise tower as Ellis pressed a button on the intercom and let them all in. 
     
    “How did you do that?” 
     
    “The services button. They usually all work until at least 11am, some much later. It’s to allow post to get delivered but as a delivery driver it’s always very handy.” 
     
    Keen to recall this useful information Ellen nodded as Celine pulled out some keys from her coat pocket and unlocked the first community flat. Walking inside they were all talking about their various ideas of how to get organised when Ellis pointed out several cars pulling into the car park as he stood at the living room window.
     
    “Looks like Jack and his crew. I’m rather impressed at him you know.” 
     
    Ellen smiled as Celine’s immediately walked over to the window to stand beside Ellis who placed his arm around her so naturally that it felt like they’d been a couple forever. 
     
    “There’s three cars full of them! Wow. Way to go Jack!” 
     
    Watching from a little further back Ellen fluctuated between looking at Celine and Ellis and watching the group of enthusiastic cheerful looking people approach the main door. Daniel was the only one to actually go and let them in as the noise level rose significantly at the influx of so many strangers. Jack carefully introduced everyone as they all shook hands and chatted until Daniel gathered everyone to explain what was happening. He was just in the middle of talking when Celine jumped up in excitement at the window. 
     
    “This looks like it all coming now! Let’s go get it all unloaded!” 
     
    Like a swarm of locusts Ellen joined the back of the crowd with Daniel as they made their way to the car park. Using her weight to keep the heavy security door open Ellen stood back as boxes moved past her flanked by people of all shapes and sizes and colours as an entire removal lorry full of beds and sofas offloaded from the car park to a community flat on the ground floor. Wondering where on earth it was all going Ellen held the door until the final box was taken in before joining the others in the flat. 
     
    Celine, ever the most organised person she’d ever met, had already organised everything into two neat piles with the bed boxes all stacked neatly in the living room and the sofa boxes all stored in the two bedrooms. Dividing everyone up into teams of threes she was just instructing people on the various free places they could use to build a bed each when Ellis interrupted her loudly. 
     
    “Sorry to disturb you Celine but I think you need to see this.” 
     
    Rushing to the window like everyone else Ellen stared at the fleet of navy Dundee city council vans all pulling into the car park one after the other. It was Daniel who seemed to take charge after that. 
     
    “If everyone would kindly wait here for a few minutes while my colleagues and myself see what’s going on.”
     
    “Should we make a start on some beds?” 
     
    Following behind Daniel Ellen looked back at Jack trying to hide her concern about what was going on. 
     
    “That would be great Jack. Thanks.” 
     
    Standing outside the tower block with Celine one side and Daniel the other Ellen felt small and scared as they watched Keith Bryan get out of one of the vans and approach them looking cocky and smug. 
     
    “Oh. I see you brought your friends with you again Miss Cartier. Well I’m sure they will be as pleased to see us at work as you will. Now if you will please excuse us we have some items to deliver here this morning. I do hope your own delivery arrives in time dear. Whatever it is you are waiting for.” 
     
    Seeing Keith turn around and give a patronising thumbs up to someone Ellen noticed a flurry of activity as the boots to four vans opened in almost synchrony and men seemed to start unloading things. Without even an ‘excuse me’ Keith barged right past her leading the way as what looked like old hospital beds with metal sides and waterproof mattresses were pushed past them into lifts by silent council workers. These were followed by green, cyan and brown upright padded chairs that Ellen thought looked like they’d come direct from a hospice. With no idea where any of the items were being taken to Ellen stared in disbelief as more and more awful looking items passed her by. Trapped by the never ended stream of furniture and people she was desperate to get back to Jack as she looked at Celine beside her who actually seemed happy. 
     
    “Just leave him to it Ellen. He’s doing us a huge favour. He’ll be gone soon enough.” 
     
    Sure enough as the last item moved in front of them allowing the three of them to get back into the tower block at last Keith entered the lift himself grinning like a Cheshire cat. Closing the community flat door to prevent Keith seeing what Jack and his helpers were up to Ellen looked up at Daniel and Celine curiously. 
     
    “Did anyone else think that looked like Keith had just emptied a couple of wards of the local hospital or was it just me?” 
     
    “More like he robbed the local nursing home or something.” 
     
    “You know guys I really don’t care where he got it all from. The fact is he’s done us a huge favour. I know those beds look grim but they’re better than nothing and right now we just need to get 66 flats furnished by the end of today. I bet you anything Keith will be out of here before we know it. He’s allergic to hard work that man. Let’s just leave him to it. I’m going to check on the real workers and see how they’re doing. Just make sure if you see him to get the keys off him ok!” 
     
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    Mbgpeelover got a reaction from arg08 in The thing about Ellen and Daniel   
    Daniel remembers something vital 
     
    Feeling so much more relaxed and happy Daniel washed his hands listening to Ellen as she talked about going for a shower. Looking up at her messy damp hair he smiled remembering what was in it as he returned to the living room to tidy up. Mopping the floor and wiping the couch down he washed the mugs then headed upstairs to shower too. The hot powerful shower was so refreshing and welcoming as he yawned after a long day in Dundee. Rubbing his hair with the towel he stepped out, just as he usually did, forgetting that Ellen was in the room and would see his naked body. Walking straight to his wardrobe he slid it open and quickly pulled on some fresh underwear. Leaving the towel to dry on the radiator he returned downstairs to lock the back door and put all the phones and things on charge before returning to bed, curling up and closing his eyes. 
     
    It was so good to be in his own bed again with his warm familiar duvet. Within minutes he could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness, not even stirring until his alarm went off at 6am. Suddenly remembering that Ellen was beside him he rolled over to gaze at her beautiful face seeing her gorgeous hazel eyes looking right at him. Opening his arm to invite her to snuggle close he kissed her sweetly on the lips as they chatted quietly about the day ahead. Ellen was right, this was the start of their final week working together, the week they’d been unknowingly working towards for the last 12 months. On Thursday he’d be expected back in the office that he hadn’t even missed, returning to his previous duties of housing officer like the Adventurer II had never even existed. 
     
    Reluctantly getting up he went for a quick pee then collected the glasses he’d brought up full of water that they’d drank before sleeping. Washing them up whilst thinking about breakfast he checked the cupboards to see what was in. He was still getting used to catering for two but there was bread, some eggs, plenty cereal and some sachets of microwave porridge. Waiting until Ellen came into the kitchen he showed her the choices and opted for the same choice as her: the golden syrup porridge. Eating their breakfast at the dining table with mugs of tea and coffee Daniel felt life couldn’t get any better as they washed up, finished dressing and getting ready then left at exactly 7:30am. 
     
    The roads were quieter and it was still dark as Daniel drove the now familiar route. Chatting freely they were on the M73 then the M80 and then the M9, which quickly moved onto a simple A road as they headed north. Watching the sun rising was beautiful and romantic, though Daniel remained focused on driving as the traffic thickened quickly as they approached Stirling and headed towards Perth. Making steady progress Daniel heard Ellen’s phone beep with a text as he concentrated on the road ahead as the traffic slowed down temporarily. 
     
    “That was Celine. I reckon they’re about ten minutes or so behind us. They’ve just joined the M9. Jack has miraculously managed to round up 10 volunteers so far but he’s hopeful more will join later this morning and IKEA have confirmed they expect to be at Tulloch Court before 10am. Hopefully a few of the refugees who have already moved are available to help too. I have no idea how long it will take to build these beds but 50 is a hell of a lot to get done in one day.” 
     
    “There’s the sofas too. Don’t forget the sofas.” 
     
    Wether it was the worry of how much they could realistically do in just one day or the stress of how it would all work Daniel didn’t know but as he continued along the A9 Ellen was uncharacteristically quiet. Seeing signs for Broxden roundabout as they neared Perth Daniel patted Ellen lightly on her leg. 
     
    “You ok honey?” 
     
    “Yeah. Just trying to work out the maths. Even if between us we could build five beds in an hour that’s still going to take ten hours just to get all the beds built! It just feels so impossible. It’s not Celine’s fault. In fact if it wasn’t for her we wouldn’t have any beds at all, but flat pack wasn’t really a viable option. Not on this scale. We started with 130 refugees but then Ruslana and Nadia returned making it 132. 12 of those have already moved so that leaves us with 120, but since then we’ve lost the Kravchencos, Bohdana Kovalenko and Stepan Guru, though we’re still not sure what’s happening with him. So there’s at least 117 people we need beds for. I can’t remember how many we moved yesterday. I think I gave the sheet to Celine. I’m just trying to see if we really need all 50 beds. I don’t even know if they’re doubles or singles.” 
     
    “All we can do is our best. To be honest we’re going well above and beyond what we should be anyway. I know it sounds terrible Ellen but if any of the refugees arrive on Wednesday and have no beds or sofas then it only serves to highlight how unorganised and downright negligent Dundee City Council have been through all this. We were there all day yesterday moving donated furniture and goods and not once did I see a single person from Dundee council. Did you?” 
     
    “No. And I know you are right. It’s just..it’s just that I would feel so awful if we moved everyone and they walked into empty flats without even so much as the basics.” 
     
    “I know. Ellen, I’ve just had a horrible thought: you know we’re heading all the way over here and we only have the keys to the ground floor flats? That’s assuming Celine hasn’t forgotten them! Rob was the one that unlocked all the flats yesterday for us and he said he was handing the keys back to the council this morning. I can’t believe none of us even thought about that.” 
     
    “Shit! You’re right! I’ll text Celine and see what her thoughts are. I’ve got such a bad feeling about this Daniel! We could have been getting on with things back in Glasgow instead of wasting time and petrol driving all this way to Dundee on a fruitless wasted journey!” 
     
    “Let’s see what Celine says. She might have a plan.” 
     
    Leaving Ellen to text Celine Daniel manoeuvred around Broxden roundabout onto the M90 towards Dundee. Finally moving again he sped up to 70 as he attempted to make up the lost time again. Waiting to hear any news on things he sat patiently until Ellen updated him. 
     
    “Right. Oh you’re going to love this Daniel. So Celine had already thought about it. She emailed Keith last night informing him that there was an important delivery arriving at the flats this morning and that if someone wasn’t there with the keys to the flats by 10am she would be contacting Chris Law, the MP for Dundee West asking him to investigate what the council were doing with the millions of government funding they’d been given to support the relocation of the refugees to Dundee.” 
     
    “She did what?” 
     
    “She’s got balls that’s for sure!” 
     
    “Has she heard back from him?” 
     
    “Not yet but she’s just text to say we’ve not to worry because if no one turns up she plans to dump all 50 beds and couches in the council headquarters car park in the city centre!” 
     
    “Yikes! This could get interesting!” 
     
    “At least she’s not alone this time. I can’t see them doing anything to her with Ellis about or with us there too. Let’s hope Keith sees sense and turns up.” 
     
    Driving past the Shell petrol station at Inchmichael on the opposite side of the duel carriageway Daniel thought to himself. So far Keith Bryan had been nothing but a liability but now they had no choice but to rely on him. Without a film crew to impress or cameras to record his presence would he actually turn up? He hated relying on other people and had had many sleepless nights panicking that everyone was actually doing as they said they were to make Project New Adventure work but this felt like a risk too far. 
     
    They were almost at Dundee now yet they had no confirmation that they could gain entry into the very flats they needed to. The stress and anxiety made him sweat and feel like he needed to pee due to nerves. Even if they did manage to build any sofas and beds without keys to the flats they were useless. It was all such a mess. Such a stressful horrible mess. 
     
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    Ending the day on a positive 
     
    Forgetting that she was still bleeding Daniel’s words and his accompanying actions made Ellen feel so turned on that she placed a hand on Daniel’s knee determined that he wouldn’t just jump off the couch and go pee. He was in exactly the state she wanted him to be and she was in no hurry to change that. Wriggling off the couch she positioned herself right in front of her squirming boyfriend as she watched him fidget and squeeze himself trying to hold on. As he moaned about how badly he had to go she knelt down on the carpet and pressed her head between his legs, pushing his hands away and taking his adorable cock into her mouth to lick it and explore it with her tongue. Feeling it immediately enlarging and growing she circled the warm head with her tongue then licked from his testicles right to the top and back again watching and listening as Daniel’s body squirmed and bounced under her. 
     
    “I really need to pee Ellen. I’m struggling to hold this. I’m bursting to go!” 
     
    The more Daniel moaned and begged the hotter it was for Ellen and the more she wanted to delay him by turning him on. Taking his long dick in her mouth she began sucking steadily up and down over and over, slower and then faster as Daniel writhed and moaned. Pausing and pulling out for air she gasped as she watched Daniel’s dark thick penis shake as a spurt of urine shot out into her hair and onto her shoulders. Feeling the splashes on her body only intensified her desires exponentially as Ellen immediately grabbed Daniel’s penis and began rubbing it with her hand. It was clear that poor Daniel was beyond desperate as he bounced and wriggled on the seat even as she rubbed faster and faster. 
     
    Another long spurt shot out but this only made Ellen’s desire to make her boyfriend cum even stronger. Continuing with her rubbing she watched curiously as Daniel’s face contorted and grimaced, turning from pain to extreme pleasure as his forehead dripped with sweat and his hairline dampened. His dark green eyes shone with sexual need as she rubbed faster and faster and harder and harder from the base of his shaft to the top over and over, loving every minute, until Daniel yelled out in climax as his dick shuddered and exploded with white sticky fluid that shot into her hair and naked body bringing Ellen so much delight. Laughing at white drops running down her breast Ellen leaned in closer to Daniel, steadying her vast body by leaning on the couch, as their lips met excitedly and they kissed intently. 
     
    The kissing moved on to biting and licking as they held each other’s bodies close with neither showing any inclination of parting. Only when Daniel whispered in her ear asking for permission to now pee did she feel any desire to get up even though her back was starting to ache with leaning forward so much. Pulling herself up to stand again she smiled down at Daniel as he grabbed at his sticky penis. Grabbing his arm she hauled him up and pulled him towards the downstairs toilet determined to get to watch him go. 
     
    Pushing open the bathroom door she hauled Daniel in then let his arm go as he opened his legs and stood facing the toilet. Knowing he was about to let go she raced up behind him and wrapped her hands around his waist, searching blindly for his penis before he peed everywhere. Finding it she prised Daniel’s hand away just in time as she felt liquid surge up the length of it and burst into the toilet bowl powerfully. It had to be one of the sexiest feelings in the whole world she thought to herself as the liquid steadily flowed past her fingers and out of the tip of Daniel’s dick. He seemed to pee forever until he finally slowed and stopped with a loud sigh. Shaking the last dribbles out Ellen let go to wash her hands as she commented at how badly Daniel must have needed to go. 
     
    Drying her hands on the hand towel she looked at Daniel as he washed his hands thoroughly in the small sink.
     
    “I think I ought to have a shower. You look like you could do with one too.” 
     
    “You can go first beautiful and I’ll clear up down here. You know where the towels are don’t you?” 
     
    Nodding to confirm she did Ellen left the toilet and headed upstairs to clean herself up. Turning on the powerful shower in Daniel’s ensuite she felt so alive and happy as she washed her body and hair then sat on the bed using Daniel’s hairdryer to dry her thick wavy hair. Dressed in only a pair of clean knickers Daniel walked into the room smiling as he excused himself to shower while Ellen continued to dry her hair. Looking over at Daniel’s Alexa screen Ellen noticed it was now almost 10pm. It wasn’t exactly late but they’d had a long day in Dundee and they had another early start and long day scheduled for the following day too. 
     
    Deciding she would be best getting some sleep she slid under the duvet thinking of Daniel all wet and warm and naked in the shower. It was only a few more minutes until he stepped out, rubbing his hair with a towel while the rest of his body was exposed and naked. Loving what she could see Ellen ogled her boyfriend as he opened his wardrobe for a clean pair of pants while scrubbing his hair dry with the towel. Hanging the wet towel on the radiator Daniel turned to look directly at Ellen in the bed. 
     
    “Do you want a glass of water or anything before bed?” 
     
    “Just some water will be fine. Thank you.” 
     
    Waiting while Daniel returned with the water she sat up to drink it before snuggling under the duvet again.
     
    “I’m just going downstairs to lock up and put everything on charge. I’ll be back in a bit.” 
     
    With her eyes closed and the room lit only by lamp light Ellen felt Daniel more than she heard him as he climbed into bed beside her and rolled onto his side. Falling asleep much quicker than she normally did the next thing Ellen knew was when Daniel’s alarm went off at 6am. Rubbing her eyes she rolled over to hug Daniel as he rolled over to face her smiling. Letting him kiss her Ellen cuddled into his chest wishing they didn’t need to get up quite yet. 
     
    “What time are you thinking of leaving this morning?” 
     
    “I was thinking sharp. Maybe half 7 if we’re ready on time. Avoid most of the rush hour traffic. Did you check with Aran if he’s ok about us both not being on the ship? Not sure what we’ll do if he isn’t mind you. We can’t exactly be in two places at once can we?” 
     
    “True. I’ll go drop him an email now. I don’t think he’d appreciate a call quite this early. This is it though Daniel. This is the week it all happens. Well if we can somehow get 50 beds and sofas built in time that is!” 
     
    Giving Daniel one last kiss before getting out of bed Ellen turned to him smiling. 
     
    “Are you any good at flatpack by the way?” 
     
    “I’ve never tried.” 
     
    “Oh boy. This is going to be a fun day that’s for sure.” 
     
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    Mbgpeelover got a reaction from arg08 in The thing about Ellen and Daniel   
    Daniel’s struggle and Ellen’s solution 
     
    Allowing Ellen to pull his trousers and boxers to his knees Daniel sat back down really excited about what she might do next. Rock hard and extremely horny he looked down at Ellen as her thick hair waved right in front of his face and he felt her warm wet tongue licking all the way up his long thick dick. It felt tremendous and tickly, making his balls ache with desire and his heart pound in anticipation. Was Ellen about to give him oral sex? He sure hoped so as she then stripped off down to her knickers right in front of his eyes. Longing to wank himself so badly as she undid her bra and let her curvaceous beautiful breasts bounce out right in his face he let his own clothing drop off then pulled the tight running top over his head, tossing it onto the floor on top of his other clothing. 
     
    Sitting back down he anticipated so much as his mind raced and his dick throbbed. He ached to explode now as he looked at Ellen expectantly. Surely she wouldn’t leave him hanging when every oriface of his body longed to explode? Seeing a spark in Ellen’s eyes Daniel felt totally at her mercy when she suddenly changed her tune and began suggesting that they rest and finish their drinks. He wasn’t thirsty, well he was a little but that could certainly wait, but he was extremely needy for something else, something Ellen knew all about but was choosing to ignore, at least for now. Watching her naked body move and swing as she bent forward to reach her mug right in touching distance Daniel felt so aroused that he began edging himself with his own hand, still rock hard from Ellen’s licking and now seeing her naked body. 
     
    Just as he could feel things starting to pick up pace with his rubbing Ellen turned around and looked at him sternly. Warming him not to bring himself to ejaculation but instead drink his coffee it took every ounce of Daniel’s self control to obey her. Keen to get back to the job in hand he reached out for his mug and dutifully drank the entire contents all in one go. Expecting Ellen to now return to working on his sexual need he was very surprised to hear her suggest that they watch some TV. It felt incongruous with his physical need yet Daniel allowed her to lead, trusting that the wait and outcome would be worth it. It always had been in the past with Ellen, though he really did wish she’d get a move on as he felt his hard on starting to ease as the programme started. 
     
    Initially very uninterested in the programme at first Daniel found himself strangely following it as he settled down in more ways than one. Watching as the presenter showed a couple around a house they had clearly no intention of buying Daniel felt his arousal dimming but another very familiar feeling building. Immersing his concentration solely on the TV show he sensed a stirring in his body that was starting to distract him. Changing position slightly he did his best to ignore it as he watched to see the couple’s true thoughts on the house they had just viewed. Despite his interest in the drama on screen his body continued to put pressure on him until he realised that he was moving more and more and even rubbing his thigh and tapping his leg. Pressing through the pressure his mind pushed for his attention constant telling him how badly he needed to pee as he tried suppressing  the feeling in favour of watching the show to the end. 
     
    It seemed to be dragging in now though as his bladder started aching and he knew he really should get up and go piss as he could no longer get comfortable. Leaning forward to stave off a strong urge he told Ellen to turn the TV off right as she pressed a hand on his knee to prevent him getting up. 
     
    “Are you needing to go to the bathroom now darling?” 
     
    “Yes! Yes I do!” 
     
    Forced to remain on the couch due to the weight of Ellen’s hand on his knees Daniel slid his hand between his leg to grip at his penis. Still with her hand on his leg Daniel felt Ellen moving as she shuffled down the couch away whilst still holding him down. Squirming and pinching himself he muttered under his breath. 
     
    “It’s really bad! I’m bursting!” 
     
    Thinking Ellen was about to stand up and let him go he wriggled on the couch urgently as she stood up and looked down at him. She was just that bit too close to let him pull himself up, which was highly frustrating, as she bend down on her knees and placed her hands on his thighs. 
     
    “Let me see him then. Don’t hide him.” 
     
    Pulling his hand away from his throbbing dick Daniel gasped as he was sure he might explode with pee until Ellen pushed her head between his legs and once again licked his aching flaccid dick. Blood surged to the area so fast it made him slightly dizzy as he felt his dick growing and thickening again despite being desperate for the loo. Mixed messages fought for his attention as he squirmed and tensed his muscles even as Ellen licked his testicles and the length of his penis. 
     
    “I really need to pee Ellen!” 
     
    It didn’t seem to elicit any response other than what sounded like pleasurable moans as Daniel twisted his body anxious not to pee all over Ellen’s face. The pressure was increasing stronger and heavier though as he bounced his bottom on the couch feeling right on the very edge. 
     
    “I’m struggling to hold this! I’m really bursting to go!” 
     
    Now feeling his entire penis being sucked in Ellen’s glorious warm wet mouth Daniel felt the strangest combination of urgent sexual desire mixed with agonisingly strong urges to urinate as he writhed and squirmed faster and harder. The supreme ecstasy he was experiencing was like nothing else he could recall as his body shook and his head spun. Rubbing his swollen bladder he felt his eyes sting with pain and pleasure as Ellen pulled her mouth out, presumably for air. It couldn’t have happened a millisecond sooner as a spurt of hot urine shot out his hard penis soaking Ellen’s thick hair. 
     
    “Shit! I HAVE to go! 
     
    “Oh baby this is so fucking hot!” 
     
    Shooting his hands down to grab his desperate dick Ellen somehow beat him to it as she immediately stroked him and rubbed him faster and faster as another longer spurt shot out. Twisting and writhing to keep it all held in Ellen rubbed faster and harder again as sexual tension increased until it overtook his very urgent desperate need to wee when Daniel yelled out in climax as he shuddered to a wonderfully strong explosion of semen shooting out all over Ellen’s face and hair. For a split second he panicked until he heard the sweet sound of Ellen’s beautiful laughter as she leaned down to kiss him deeply and erogenously until he gasped for air. Fondling the large bountiful breasts resting on his chest he nibbled at Ellen’s neck adoring having her nakedness so close to his. 
     
    Holding her close and hugging her against himself as she leaned on top of him he felt his testicles tingling again and his dick stinging as the need for his bladder to empty pounded for his urgent attention yet again. Whispering into Ellen’s ear as she nibbled on his neck seductively he hoped she wouldn’t make him soak the sofa and carpet. 
     
    “Please please can I piss now. It’s starting to hurt.” 
     
    “Mmmmm. I suppose so. Only if I get to watch though.” 
     
    “Absolutely. Let’s go!” 
     
    Feeling Ellen’s weight lifts off his chest he tensed his body trying to hold on as Ellen grabbed his arm to haul him up and pulled him across the room towards the downstairs toilet by the front door. Pushing the door open he stumbled behind her until he was facing the toilet. Letting Ellen’s hand go he stood broad footed right in front of his own toilet as he held his dick in his hand ready to finally get release. Forgetting for a second that Ellen was still in the room he took a deep breath ready to experience the high of finally emptying his bulging bladder when he felt Ellen’s body against his back and her arms coming around his side. Distracted by this movement he turned his head just as Ellen kissed his lips whilst simultaneously pushing his own hand off his penis so she could hold it instead. 
     
    With her arms around his waist holding his manhood Daniel closed his eyes and thought about the blissful relieved he was about to get. It was harder to get that first spurt out even though he was full to bursting but as his body finally relaxed enough it wasn’t a spurt that shot out but more a raging powerful waterfall as he splashed and foamed into the bowl loudly making Ellen giggle. 
     
    “Oh I think someone really had to go didn’t they?” 
     
    “I really did! Oh I feel SO much better now. Thank you.” 
     
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    Mbgpeelover got a reaction from arg08 in The thing about Ellen and Daniel   
    Ellen waits for Daniel’s bladder to fill
     
    Moving swiftly from the M80 to the M8 Ellen knew they were almost back at Daniel’s at last as she looked forward to getting out the car and being able to go to the toilet. She hadn’t been needing that long but the pressure was getting increasingly distracting and she was keen to change to her pad after having it on several hours. With rush hour now over the traffic was thinning out as Daniel pulled off at junction 25 and headed towards Hillington. Appreciating the help to get out as her legs were stiff she followed behind Daniel as he unlocked the back door and turned on the lights. Closing the door behind her she turned to see Daniel already filling the kettle as she immediately winked at him and excused herself to use the bathroom. 
     
    Relaxing in the small downstairs loo Ellen couldn’t stop thinking back to how Daniel had been in the car from Dundee until they pulled into the closed shop at the petrol station. The way he had squirmed and taken short sharp breaths, the way his legs had tensed and he’d bounced on the seat, the way he’d asked her to squeeze his dick, was all just so sensuous and seductive and so unbelievably sexy. Then how he’d stood bent forward clutching at his crotch and the suddenness of his pee erupting into his trousers…it was so tantalising, mesmerising and so very heady as she wiped herself with toilet roll feeling it sliding over her wet and slippery vagina. Still noticing some brown blood she felt frustrated that her period hadn’t yet quite finished yet as she washed her hands and returned to see Daniel in the kitchen. 
     
    Catching a glimpse of his gorgeous brown skin and his tight fitted running top she walked right up to him from behind throwing her chubby arms around him in fondness and affection. Turning his face around to meet hers Ellen leaned up to kiss him, thrilled by the warmth of his lips against hers. Seeing the sparkle in Daniel’s eyes and his entire face light up Ellen knew straight away that he was loving her enthusiasm and keenness every bit as much as she was. Picking up the mug of tea he’d so kindly made her she followed him through into the living room sitting as close to him as she physically could and noticing that he had twisted his body to the side as if he wanted to look at her even more. 
     
    Her mind very much still on earlier events form the journey home Ellen longed to know if her boyfriend’s trousers were still wet from his accident as she remembered so fondly and excitedly how lovely they had felt,  so warm and wet. Expecting just a straightforward yes or no answer her heart almost missed a beat with elation when Daniel openly invited her to discover for herself. Trying to conceal the frenzy of emotion bubbling inside her entire body Ellen winked rather provocatively as she told Daniel in no uncertain terms how she would never ever refuse any offer to touch his body. Placing her hand firmly between Daniel’s legs she quickly began exploring and caressing his nether region freely as Daniel explained how he’d been restraining himself due to her cycle. 
     
    That sense of respect and self control touched Ellen deeply as she wondered just how long her boyfriend could go before it would become too unbearable for him. From her calculations this was only their third night without intercourse but his body was very clearly feeling it as she stroked and squeezed and felt up and down his long hard penis through his joggers. He’d been so understanding of her female issues and so patient to hold off until she felt comfortable again but looking at his face she could see he was now finding the pressure too much as she gently asked him how long he’d ever gone without ejaculating.
     
    Listening as he talked about his home life as a teenager Ellen slid her hand under the waistband of Daniel’s trousers so she could get even closer to his body. His mum sounded so domineering, so harsh, and even narcissistic as she tried to console and show support by rubbing Daniel’s penis to prove to him that she wasn’t even slightly prudish like his mother seemed. Feeling his body thrusting excitedly against her hand and seeing his eyes watering in arousal Ellen felt her skin tingle as Daniel confirmed what she had suspected for the last few minutes. 
     
    “Oh boy Ellen you’re pushing me to my limits doing what you’re doing.” 
     
    Keen to prove that her monthly cycle was just a bit of an inconvenience and not a deal breaker Ellen slid her hand out so she could use both hands to pull Daniel’s Adidas jogging trousers down, taking the liberty of pulling his underwear down too. With both items of clothing at his knees she leaned down to lick the long hard penis in front of her, giggling at the noises of pleasure this produced from Daniel. Looking up to meet his eyes Ellen grinned at him teasingly. 
     
    “I take it you enjoyed that?” 
     
    “A hell of a lot!” 
     
    “Good but I don’t want your coffee getting cold. Let’s pause to finish our drinks and then I promise to continue.” 
     
    “You are such a tease Ellen Hemmingdale! You know that!” 
     
    “Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m hoping for something else to happen soon too?” 
     
    Drinking some of her tea, keeping her eyes fixed on Daniel’s exposed erect penis sticking up wildly, Ellen looked over her mug at Daniel as he picked up his mug and downed the entire contents in one go. Putting the mug down he looked at her beseechingly. 
     
    “May I ask what exactly what you’re waiting for?” 
     
    “Well you’ve had about half a litre of cola at McDonald’s and now a full mug of coffee. I expect that’s all going to want out pretty soon don’t you?” 
     
    “So you’re not going to help me any further until I need to pee? You do realise that whilst I’m this turned on that might not happen for a while.” 
     
    “Oh. Maybe we should get a bit more comfortable then. You don’t mind if I take off some of my clothes do you?” 
     
    “I will never ever object to that Ellen and you fine well know it! That isn’t going to calm me down though, quite the opposite.” 
     
    “Maybe we just need to chill a bit. I know, perhaps we could watch something on the TV? Just until…you know.” 
     
    “I’m gagging to cum and you want to watch TV? Are you serious?” 
     
    “Yip. Just until that coffee does its job. I don’t expect it will take that long to be honest. Once you…em…calm down a little that is.” 
     
    Taking her top off and throwing it over to the arm chair Ellen then stepped out her legging and put them over by the top. Unclipping her bra to let her very ample breasts fall and widen at ease as she sat down next to Daniel again who had stripped off and was now completely naked. 
     
    “Jeez you are so sexy in just your knickers Ellen!” 
     
    Gazing at Daniel as he stroked his own cock Ellen grinned at him mischievously. 
     
    “If you cum before you need to pee then I’m not letting you leave for the bathroom. Let him calm and get bursting and I shall reward you however you wish. Ok?” 
     
    It was hard to ignore Daniel’s puppy dig eyes but Ellen picked up the TV remote and turned it on feeling very playful and aroused. The noise of a presenter got both their attention as a property programme appeared to have just started. Doing nothing more than resting her hand on Daniel naked thigh they sat back to watch as Ellen hoped Daniel’s bladder might soon signal it was full. 
     
    It was about two thirds of the way through when things finally began to get going as Ellen felt Daniel shift on the couch, though he didn’t say anything. Her head persuading her that it wouldn’t be much longer as they watched on until Daniel moved again. 
     
    “How long is this? It feels like it’s going on and on.” 
     
    “I think it finishes at 9.” 
     
    “Ah. Ok.” 
     
    Guessing her theory might be right Ellen smiled to herself as she watched the show whilst checking Daniel out of the corner of her eye. A few minutes later and he shuffled again. Shortly after that he rubbed his thigh and then one of his legs began moving rhythmically. Removing her hand from his upper leg Ellen pretended to be busy watched the TV until finally Daniel took the bait. 
     
    “Right ok. You can turn that off now.” 
     
    “Are you needing to go to the bathroom now darling?” 
     
    “Yes! Yes I do!” 
     
    “Perfect. Now we can really have some fun at last!” 
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    Mbgpeelover got a reaction from arg08 in The thing about Ellen and Daniel   
    Home and horny 
     
    It was hard to leave things at just a kiss as every part of Daniel wanted so much more. Between work and interviews and seeing his mum and Ellen at the charity shop they’d barely hugged or kissed in days and now here they were in a McDonald’s car park making out like a pair of teenagers! Not only that but as their lips had parted Ellen had just told him the most beautiful thing ever; she loved him! Sitting back in the drivers seat feeling so content and happy with his hand in Ellen’s Daniel looked over at the van smiling. He could easily imagine how Ellis was feeling as he knew only too well how he would feel if it was Ellen beside him wearing no knickers or tights because she’d wet through them in desperation. Just that thought alone made him rock hard. 
     
    Practically though they really didn’t have all night to be kissing woman as it was getting darker by the minute and time was moving on. Aware that they still had over an hour to drive to Glasgow he nodded keenly when Ellen suggested texted Celine. As Ellen bent down to reach her phone Daniel looked over again at the van then nudged Ellen to get her attention. Finally the others had stopped kissing and according to a text that Celine had just sent Ellen they were finally ready to leave. Thank goodness for that! 
     
    Pulling out onto the busy roundabout Daniel headed onto the A9 again towards Stirling as they talked together about what the plans were for the following day. Daniel had only planned on going over for the one day, and only then because Ellen and Celine persuaded him, but the last thing he needed was for 120 or so refugees to arrive in Dundee with no beds to sleep on or anywhere to even sit. Whilst the responsibility for such things officially lay with Dundee city council it had been obvious since the very beginning that they were never going to fulfil their moral responsibilities, especially with Keith Bryan in charge. Celine had done what could only be described as a sterling job in sourcing and arranging so much furniture with an extremely limited budget but the reality was now that a huge proportion of that needed building from flat pack. 
     
    Carrying on driving Daniel relied heavily on Ellen who was texting Celine for information as she read out each text word for word. He didn’t need his degree in economics to know that it would take a lot of manpower and time to build 100 pieces of furniture in just one day as it became more and more obvious that they needed to return to the tower block for another full day. Ellen seemed to agree too as they drove on for a bit further without much conversation until Daniel had something on his mind he really wanted to ask. Focusing on the  busy road ahead as it graduated from the A9 to the M9 as they bypassed Stirling he was curious to know why Ellen had been the only one of them who hadn’t needed the toilet back at the petrol station. Listening as she talked about having to go at one of the flats before they left because she was bursting he couldn’t help but feel aroused as she so casually commented that had she not been she would have wet herself long before reaching the petrol station. Oh how he wished she wasn’t on her period so they could have sex later! His body ached to cum so much! 
     
    Driving nearer and nearer to Glasgow Daniel listened intently as his girlfriend opened up about how hard she found it living in someone else’s house as a guest. He’d never ever wanted her to feel like that at his but hearing how difficult it had been for her sofa surfing moving from one friend to another so as not to ever outstay her welcome his heart went out to her. Slipping his left hand over to touch her leg he wished he could hug her properly to show her that she was more than welcome to stay at his as long as she wanted. He loved having her and she was never ever an inconvenience in any way, though her talk of wanting space did suddenly remind him that he needed to reschedule the delivery of the sofa bed he’d ordered. As they laughed and chatted easily the time seemed to go quickly and before they knew it they were pulling down the side of his house in Hillington Gardens. 
     
    Glad to get out and stretch his legs again Daniel helped Ellen in, switching on the kitchen light and automatically asking if she wanted a cuppa. 
     
    “After I’ve been to the loo if you don’t mind. That fanta at Broxden is playing havoc with my bladder.” 
     
    Laughing he watched as Ellen walked through towards the lounge straight to the downstairs loo. The many many times he’d raced that same route after having gone all day at work without a toilet break made him smile as he imagined coming home to Ellen in the kitchen one day and her deliberately delaying him. That thought was magical and erotic beyond his dreams as he filled the kettle finding his mind unwilling to let go of the day dream any time soon. Waiting for the kettle to boil he felt his crotch to discover that the previous wet patches had now all dried in as his hand rested for a little longer than natural on his dick as he felt it harden even more. He was horny and frustrated but Ellen was tired and bleeding so he just needed to have some self control. A few more days wait wouldn’t be the end of the world, though it wouldn’t be easy either! 
     
    Ellen returned smiling as she walked right up to him to hug and kiss him, something he hadn’t expected but was thrilled at nonetheless. Making her a mug of tea he made himself a coffee as they headed through to the lounge and sat side by side on the couch just as they had done the night they watched Titanic together. Remembering that night very fondly Daniel moved his legs to the side slightly hoping to hide his erection, though just looking at Ellen and being so close to her wasn’t helping matters at all. 
     
    “Have your trousers dried in now? They were very wet when I felt them on the A9.” 
     
    “I think so. Though you’re welcome to check if you want?” 
     
    He was teasing himself and he knew having Ellen touch him would only make things worse but he longed to feel her fondle him again just like she had done in the car. 
     
    “I’d love to. I’ll never say no to touching your body Daniel.” 
     
    “Even on your period?” 
     
    “Even on my period. Actually sometimes I still get very aroused even when I’m bleeding though I don’t think I could actually enjoy sex. I still really fancy you!” 
     
    “That’s good to hear. Oh that feels good. You’re really testing my self control you are. You’ve had me hard and horny right since the petrol station when I pissed myself. I’m just glad in a way that it was Celine who peed through her knickers and tights and not you. Had you done that and got in my car without underwear having been squirming and fidgeting in desperation for ages beforehand I probably would have exploded in my pants!” 
     
    “Maybe I need to test that out one day soon then. I wonder if it turned Ellis on just as much?” 
     
    “Judging by what we saw at the services I think we can assume it very much did. Oh boy Ellen you’re pushing me to my limits doing what you’re doing.” 
     
    “So what’s the longest you’ve ever gone without cuming then?” 
     
    “I assume you mean as an adult? I think that would have to be as a teenager when I was still living at home during Ramadan. It’s a whole month of fasting and worship and praying and Muslims are expected to refrain from sex until the sun comes down. Mum was so strict and as sex outwith of marriage is forbidden in Islam she took that even further and wouldn’t allow either dad or myself to even cum once the entire month. I’m sure dad was doing it at work away from her but I couldn’t exactly ejaculate at school could I? She controlled everything and only let me out of her sight to sleep, and even then my bedroom door had to be open at all times. It got so bad I was having wet dreams by day 4 and wanking in the toilet by day 6. I know woman joke about men always thinking about sex but honestly it’s a biological need for us to get release.” 
     
    “So let me help you. There’s plenty of ways we can have fun without intercourse.” 
     
    “What do you have in mind Ellen?” 
     
    “Let me show you shall I?” 
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    Heading back to Glasgow 
     
    Sitting in the passenger seat of Daniel’s Audi Ellen glanced over at her boyfriend’s crotch as she informed him that Ellis and Celine were still planning to stop at Broxden services for something to eat. Hoping Daniel would agree to do the same, since the refreshments from Dundee had long left her stomach empty, she couldn’t help but smile ruefully when Daniel remarked that he didn’t fancy getting out the car. Reaching across to touch his upper leg and feel how wet it was Ellen couldn’t help herself from sharing what had just happened to her friend. Guessing that the thought of any woman doing what Celine had just done would turn him on Ellen fondled and felt Daniel’s crotch excitedly as he commented how aroused he’d be if she ever did the same. Doing her best not to distract him too much on the busy A road she reassured him that he had no need to be embarrassed because she was very much enjoying feeling him so wet and warm…and hard! 
     
    All too soon they were pulling off the huge roundabout into the sprawling service area with its small spar shop and toilets tucked away in a corner, a disjointed petrol station, an old hotel and restaurant and a single storey older style McDonalds. As Daniel followed signs towards the fast food drive through Ellen slowly moved her hand from his trousers as the car park streetlights shone down into the vehicle. Checking in Daniel’s wing mirror she spotted the white van behind them as Daniel approached the order station and asked her what she wanted. Working their way around the building Ellen held the drinks and bag of food on her knees while Daniel found a quieter area to park in so they could eat. 
     
    Hunger was Ellen’s driving factor at first as she and Daniel bit into their burgers and dipped into their fries. Caught up in eating they sat mostly in silence for a while as Ellen looked up at the van with her best friend in to check she was doing ok. Only after they’d both finished their fast food meal and squashed the rubbish into the paper bag did she sit back in the seat and think about what they’d achieved that day and the huge amount they still had to do. Finding herself thinking aloud she looked towards the van as she questioned Daniel. 
     
    “So what are your thoughts about tomorrow then Daniel?” 
     
    Of course Daniel was still undecided having been the last one to make up his mind about coming even that day. It wasn’t that there wasn’t much to get done still in Glasgow, far from it, but the thought of leaving her friend pretty much alone to assemble 50 beds from flat pack and 50 sofas felt terrible even if she did have Ellis and possibly Jack to help. She knew only too well how long building one thing could take and time definitely wasn’t on their side. To Ellen it was obvious to go where she was most needed and to her that was clearly giving practical help in Tulloch Court. Daniel, on the other hand, ever the man of detail and efficiency, of course wanted to know that any further trip would be worthwhile as they tried working out how many people might actually be there and how many beds or sofas that many people could build. While Daniel did the maths Ellen’s mind went to the practical arrangements of covering any last minute urgent tasks they both needed done back on the ship. Was it ethical to pass that over to others when they already had their own time pressures?
     
    As they talked things through they both came to the same result and that was that without knowing numbers they couldn’t make a decision. Thinking about getting out the car and walking over to the van to find out the answer from Celine Ellen looked out the window towards where her friend was sitting high up in the van beside Ellis as she immediately stopped talking. Now definitely wasn’t the right time to be asking her friend anything as she watched her colleague’s face being stroked and kissed by the man she was sitting beside in the vehicle. Tapping Daniel on the thigh and indicating with her eyes to what she was looking at he too stopped talking and looked over. It wasn’t a surprise to either of them as they’d both remarked how well they both seemed to be getting on, though Ellen couldn’t help but wonder if the fact Celine had got back into Ellis’ van without any knickers or tights on after pulling in at the Shell petrol station had perhaps sped things up somewhat. 
     
    Feeling rather emotional at watching her best friend being kissed by a man she knew she really liked Ellen felt shivers up her spine as Daniel reached out for her hand and held it tightly as his words made her heart happy. For a quiet, unassuming and studious man Daniel could at times utterly blow her away with romantic words as she turned to look into his eyes feeling a surge of desire for him just like she’d felt the day they first kissed almost two weeks ago to the day. His hair was sweaty, his lips speckled with tiny droplets of tomato sauce from his burger and his eyes looked tired but his skin felt sublime, his smell attractive and when their lips met it was heavenly as they followed their friends in kissing and holding each other as the familiar tingle between her legs increased quickly. The daylight was fading and traffic was whizzing past  in the distance yet the world seemed to be standing still with just her and the man she loved as they kissed long and tenderly. 
     
    It came out of nowhere and unexpectedly as they sat back in their seats watching Ellis and Celine again, still holding hands between the gear box. 
     
    “I love you Daniel.” 
     
    “I love you too Ellen. Very much. Do you think we should disturb them? We‘re still over an hour away from Glasgow” 
     
    “I’ll text Celine.” 
     
    Digging in her bag for her phone Ellen picked it up ready to text when Daniel nudged her. Looking back over to the van Ellen smiled at Celine waving to them before her phone beeped with a text. 
     
    ‘OMG! He kissed me!!!! Tell you about it soon. We’re going to head off now. Safe journey x’
     
    “That’s them leaving. Do you want me to ask her if she knows how many are helping tomorrow?” 
     
    Hearing the engine start and Daniel reversing out the parking spot Ellen texted her friend back. 
     
    ‘I’m so so happy for you! I hope it was good? Do you have any idea how many people will be there tomorrow to help you build the stuff? We’re trying to work out if you need us to help too or if we’d be better getting stuff done in Glasgow. Thanks x’
     
    ‘Jack said he’d try and get some helpers but I have no idea how many. A few of the residents offered to help but other than that it’s just Ellis and myself. Genuinely panicking about getting it all done on time. Why did I think IKEA was a good place to ask for donations? I can’t even build my son’s Lego models let alone beds and sofas!’
     
    Relaying the information to Daniel Ellen loved his little chuckle at Celine’s Lego comment as he nodded then spoke. 
     
    “Guess we’re heading back to Dundee again tomorrow then don’t you?” 
     
    Teasing her boyfriend Ellen couldn’t resist having a little dig thinking back to the first time they drove over together. 
     
    “Oh but you don’t need to worry do you Daniel. After all it’s not far is it?” 
     
    “Point taken Ellen. I’ll give you that one. I don’t think this car has ever driven as far in its life as it has this last fortnight. Good job I’ve had the best company to keep me going. Actually Ellen can I ask you a question?” 
     
    “You can ask me anything you want. I won’t promise to answer it but you can ask away anytime.”
     
    “Haha! So how come you were the only one of us not to be bursting for the loo back at the petrol station?” 
     
    “I went at the flats just before we left. If I hadn’t of done I wouldn’t even have made it out of Dundee dry. I’d have been in a worse state than both you and Celine!” 
     
    “That’s a very arousing thought Ellen. Had you been wanting to go for a while then?” 
     
    “Absolutely! With unloading the vehicles and then moving all stuff to the flats I had no opportunity to go even though I was bursting. When I took the last box up to the 10th floor to flat 10C I knew if I didn’t go then I’d have an accident. That would have been bad enough at any time but when I’m still bleeding I knew it would have been a disaster.” 
     
    “How much longer do you think you’ll bleed for, if you don’t mind me asking?” 
     
    “It’s usually only 4 days. 5 at the most. It’ll all be over before the ship leaves thankfully.” 
     
    “You’ll be glad about that.” 
     
    “Definitely. Gosh we’re doing well now. That sign just said only 8 miles to Stirling. Less than an hour and we should be back at yours. It’s been a long couple of days. I think I’ll have a cuppa and a shower and head to bed not long after we get in if that’s ok?” 
     
    “Of course. I told you, make yourself at home. Is it still ok for me to sleep in the double bed? Ah. I just remembered I’ve got that bed settee arriving on Monday afternoon. Shit. I hope they will let me reschedule.” 
     
    “I’d forgotten all about that too. Sorry.” 
     
    “You’ve nothing to apologise for honey. It wasn’t you that booked the delivery.” 
     
    “No but I asked you to order it. I get a bit…grumpy and out of sorts when I’m due on. I’m used to living myself and not having to tell anyone about private things like my cycle. I didn’t want you thinking I had gone off you or I was smelling. I was really missing my personal space after the fire too. Living in someone else’s house just sends me right back to my years of sofa surfing. That feeling that you’re an inconvenience to everyone and a burden. I hated the thought of you thinking that of me.” 
     
    Feeling Daniel’s hand on her knee Ellen felt cared for more than she could remember. 
     
    “We don’t always have to have sex you know. I am just as happy having a cuddle and enjoying your company some days. I even got you a key cut to the house yesterday before going to see my mum. You’re never an inconvenience to me either Ellen. I’ve never been happier than since we’ve been together you know. You make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me proud and you alway always make me hard!” 
     
    Laughing at how Daniel ended what was a lovely romantic speech Ellen placed her hand on his. 
     
    “You’re a very special man Daniel Omari. So…what do you think of our Celine and Ellis? You think they’ll make a go of it or just leave it at a kiss?” 
     
    Now it was Daniel’s turn to chuckle. 
     
    “You seriously think they’d leave it at a kiss? Oh Ellen you really do make me laugh!” 
     
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    Note from the author: 
     
    This story began as I myself sat in a launderette waiting on my own washing on a spring afternoon having drank a couple of cans of fizzy juice just like Megan. As I watched the machine counting down then had to transfer the clothes over to the dryer my bladder was grabbing my attention more and more. Ever conscious someone could walk in at any point I obviously tried to hide my need as best as I could praying no-one would pass by and notice me. When a male did happen to enter and then ask how to use the machine my heart was beating so fast that I was sure he could hear it. Unlike Megan I somehow managed to hold on until I got back home and the man simply put his washing in to wash then left. The scenarios built in my mind though as a setting for a story and this novel began. 
     
    i don’t live in Ireland and in fact I’ve never been there ever but I love the coast and researched some settings and Bangor just seemed perfect.  Many of the places I mention do exist in reality including the road numbers, hospitals, and even the Kilcooley estate. I’m a huge fan of reality and given the social and economic status of Bangor and my knowledge of Catholicism I felt a large family living in a basic council house fitted well. To remember all the sim kings names I developed an acronym I knew I would remember as it was central to the story: Saint Mary. Hence Shaun, Aisling, Iain, Niamh, Theresa, Megan, Anthony. Rory and Yasmin. I researched Irish manes to keep it real and developed their characters as the story unfolded. 
     
    with Liam I wanted something different from the usual so had him a bit older with a complicated background giving him an edge of vulnerability that hopefully drew the reader to him but yet allowed me the liberty to add in periods of tension from his traumatic past too. I hope this was believable even if tragic at times. I’ve often heard it said that if peoples real lives were written in a book no-one would actually believe them. I kind of went with this with poor Liam. 
     
    i wanted romance, relationship and raunchy at times and I hope that’s what people got. While there were many (extremely enjoyable to write) omorashi scenes throughout I hope they cane across as natural and believable and not just put in because I love them. So many of the very personal moments are intense dreams of mine and I tried to balance both make and female desperation because it fitted with the story. 
     
    finally I do apologise for any grammatical or spelling errors along the way. This was written in my cars waiting at appointments, on holiday, late at night, in the middle of the night, between other committees and all through Christmas and New Year and even while I was ill with Covid!  Almost every time without exception I wrote while needing to pee myself. I’d often have to pause to squirm, hold myself or change position frequently and on more than a few chapters between the story and my own desperation I became very turned on! I got into the habit of having a basin nearby as I drink water to stay hydrated as I write and loads of times I knew I just wouldn’t manage to get to the toilet on time! 
     
    None of the story was planned in advance which gave me free reign to take things in lots of different directions and bring in various other characters. It was great seeing comments asking why Favius had his name when it wasn’t a Polish name and I loved reading every comment. I hope people continue to find and enjoy this story for time to come and feel they can comment on it even as time goes on. 
     
    Thank you for reading. Over five and a half months to keep people reading is huge and I am very grateful. 
     
    I’ll end here as I’m bursting to pee as usual and keep making mistakes! 
     
    MBG x
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    Chapter 298
     
    Liam 
     
    After making myself something to eat I watch a bit of TV and potter about the flat until it’s time to head back to Megan’s to look after the kids while she goes to work. I arrive in plenty of time, in fact even long enough to join in a game with the boys on the Xbox as I relive my own teenage years racing cars on a video game. Megan even watches for a while with the baby in her arms making me promise I won’t ignore Yasmin while she’s out. As much as the Xbox is fun it’s not a patch on my little princess and there’s no way I could ever ignore her. 
     
    Strangely I don’t feel nervous at all looking after the three children as Yasmin’s routine has become so natural for me and the boys mostly look after themselves. It does feel weird having free reign of the Murphy house though as I let Yasmin crawl around in Megan’s room trying to imagine how it must have been with so many kids here not that long ago. Sitting briefly on the bottom bunk in the room it just feels so hard and confined and makes me want Megan back at mine so much. I really need to talk to her when she gets back from work. I need to discuss what Paul mentioned earlier and I need to be honest that I’m still not comfortable with her being back here and being left to care for everyone. She shouldn’t be doing this even though I understand why she wants to. Gareth calls me too but I tell him I’m busy babysitting which he finds hilarious until he discovers I’m deadly serious and Megan has actually left me in sole charge of three children, albeit Anthony can pretty much take care of himself now. 
     
    “God she’s nuts! You’ve changed Liam! Not saying it’s a bad thing or anything but God Ireland has definitely changed you. It’s like you’ve suddenly grown up.” 
     
    “I guess grief sort of does that to you. That and finding Megan. Who’d have ever thought I’d be sitting here with a baby girl crawling at my feet, not even my own kid but willingly wanting to care for her, planning a wedding I can’t yet afford and now I’ve even been offered an actual proper job. Well not actually offered yet. I need to go for interviews and stuff but it’s a really good wage and proper business hours too. Even inside! How strange is that. I’ve not had a chance to tell Megan yet but it’s most definitely perfect timing mate. The crap right now in my current job is horrendous. I did tell you one of Megan’s brother’s is my boss didn’t I?” 
     
    “God that’s not good mate. The brother thing I mean. But tell me more about this new job then. Where, doing what, how did you hear about it, the lot.” 
     
    I tell him everything Paul told me whilst watching Yasmin like a hawk too. I keep it as brief as possible though as I have one eye on an escaping baby at the same time. When Yasmin ventures out the bedroom I pick her up and tell Gareth I need to go. I’m downstairs playing with Yasmin when Megan gets home looking a little flustered but happy to see me. She hasn’t even taken her coat off when I pick up Yasmin and sit on the couch hoping to have a chat with Megan. She doesn’t sit down though, hanging up her anorak and going straight down the hall to the kitchen. I stand up with the child and follow behind her. 
     
    “Everything ok honey?” 
     
    “Yip. Well sort of anyway. Just need to peel some potatoes for dinner. The casserole smells good at least.” 
     
    “Ah I wondered what that was cooking. Smells delicious doesn’t it Yasmin?”
     
    “Just a basic sausage casserole really. Cheap and cheerful and hopefully fills everyone up. Would you like to stay? There’s plenty here.” 
     
    “That would be great. Thanks. How was Chelsea then?” 
     
    “Oh she’s great. It’s so lovely to see her again. You should have seen her when I got there with her arms and legs shaking with excitement. I’ll break my heart when they leave.” 
     
    I stand holding Yasmin in my arms watching Megan standing at the sink filling a basin with warm water and adding in potatoes ready to peel. While I’m listening to her words I do notice she’s more than a little restless and jumpy too. 
     
    “Where did you take her then? What? Did you just say they are leaving? You mean another holiday?” 
     
    She starts peeling the potatoes, cutting them and adding them to a big pot with her back to me while we talk. It’s not my preferred way to be catching up but I know we also need to eat and therefore she needs to multitask. She kicks one foot behind her like her legs are sore or something. I hope she’s not been overdoing it lifting Chelsea or anything. 
     
    “They just told me today. They are moving to Scotland soon. I can understand with Liz having family there. I get that. They’re moving to a custom built house too. You know, for Chelsea’s needs. Makes sense really. I’ll just miss them so much and now I’ll need to start looking for another job soon too. I really thought this was my dream job too.” 
     
    She turns to briefly look at me as I see her eyes are filling fast. 
     
    “You sure that’s potatoes you are cutting and not onions honey?” 
     
    “If only it was that Liam! I know it’s just a job, only 8 hours a week but I have grown so fond of that girl Liam.” 
     
    I look at the little girl in my own arms. 
     
    “I can understand that Megan. I really can. So when are they leaving?” 
     
    “They are hoping for summer. At least I get to go to a few more special places first with Chelsea I guess. We did the transport museum again today. She loves it there. We’ll need to take Yasmin there when she’s a bit older.” 
     
    I notice her other leg bend back at the knee this time as she changes position yet again wriggling more than seems natural. Her bottom is so sexy and her hair so shiny I struggle not to let my mind wander to more unsavoury thoughts even while we chat. 
     
    “I had a call earlier from Paul.” 
     
    “Oh how are they doing? How is Joshua?” 
     
    “They are all great. Cara sends her love. She’s thinking of setting up as a child minder Paul said. She really doesn’t want to go back to work and leave Joshua with people who don’t know him and she thinks this might be a way to work but still be with him. Oh and Paul wanted to talk to me about a job.” 
     
    She turns around to face me briefly again before carrying on peeling and cutting. 
     
    “A job? Oh sounds interesting.” 
     
    “He gets internal memos or something. He was reading them after church just to catch up and one of them jumped out at him. He spoke to Cara and they both felt it would be perfect for me so he called. It’s in insurance, obviously, but internet follow up or something. Basically calling up people who have asked for quotes online to see if they want to go ahead with it. It’s office hours only Monday to Friday. Hybrid working, same as Paul, so home working and office working too. Amazing salary. Way more than I get now. Anyway, I need to have interviews and stuff, but it sounds brilliant don’t you think?” 
     
    “Sounds good. Depends where the office is based I guess.” 
     
    “Ah. Now that’s the thing honey. It’s obviously back in Chester.” 
     
    She’s silent other than the movement of her legs and feet as I look at Yasmin and wonder if I’m asking way too much of my fiancée. This isn’t me taking her to England for a week for a funeral, this job, if I get it, would mean her leaving everything she’s ever known, her life here in Bangor, her chapel and her family, forever. I hesitate before quietly adding, to try and soften the blow at least a little. 
     
    “It’s not even definite I’ll get the job. I need to have interviews and that.” 
     
    Then she turns and looks at me right in the eye. 
     
    “I think you should go for it honey. It’s too good an opportunity not to.” 
     
    I’m desperate to ask if this means she’ll come with me if I get the job but for now I keep my mouth shut. She’s agreed to marry me so surely that means living together, wherever that happens to be? 
     
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    Chapter 295 
     
    Megan 
     
    Eating dinner at the family table at home just feels right. Dad sharing stories of my older siblings when they were young, Rory laughing and Anthony nodding and smiling while Liam eats so quickly he reminds me once again of our Iain, and the baby has a ball in her high chair. It’s like family life always was even though there’s so many missing. After dinner dad hands me money telling me to buy whatever I need at Tesco and keep the rest for whatever I want. I hold the notes tight in my hand under the table like they might somehow disappear. Dad was never one for giving pocket money preferring instead to have us ask for what we needed or wanted. Anthony helps with clearing up but then dad tells him to get ready to leave to visit mam so Liam takes over before we head out with Rory to the supermarket. 
     
    On our return I bath Yasmin while Rory shows Liam his toys in his room. I then ask Liam to help me sort out Yasmin’s cot in mam and dad’s room as it’s obviously been used for just tossing anything in since I left. As I slide the mirrored wardrobe open to get clean cot bedding I tell Liam about the time I was so desperate to pee and there was someone in the only bathroom, as was often the case when I lived here, and how I danced about the room holding myself and finally grabbed something from the wardrobe and peed on it to spare the carpet. I tell him about how I then kicked the wet cot mattress protector and my wet knickers under Yasmin’s cot hoping no one would find them but how a few days later they disappeared. I can tell by his face that he’s avidly listening and worried as I then go on to share about my dad writing to man and then finding the wet things and thinking they were his wife’s. Liam looks mesmerised as he smiles and jokes about perhaps checking under the cot again now. I play along and look under but of course there’s nothing but a dusty carpet this time, thankfully. 
     
    Liam stays until dad and Anthony return before he lovingly leaves me the car Keys, holds me tight in the entrance hall and kisses me deeply even as my dad looks on from the living room. It seems incredible that we can do this when just a few weeks ago dad was threatening Liam and even sending the police to England, in conjunction with Shaun, to check up on Yasmin. Watching Liam walk down the path and out the gate breaks my heart. I know I will see him in the morning for chapel but right now that seems an eternity away. 
     
    Dad doesn’t say much after he goes as I make us both a cup of tea then I get the boys to bed and climb into my old lower bunk the same as I did for over 20 years before when I lived here. The familiarity of lying looking up to the underneath of the bed on top, the darkness, the quietness, all makes me feel so alone. I miss Theresa, and mam, and Niamh and Iain and even Aisling and Shaun. Finally my eyes close and I drift to sleep whispering my Catholic  prayers by heart. 
     
    I wake to Yasmin crying in dad’s  room and heard straight in to get her. It’s only 7am but there’s no double bed at Liam’s to snuggle up to her and resettle her and as I take her downstairs I can’t help wondering if she’s confused and missing Liam. After she’s had some warm milk and woken more I take her picture on my phone and send it to .Liam. Looking at it as I press send I notice a few more teeth have grown in and I wonder if Liam will notice them too. As I don’t know when the carpet was last hoovered and Yasmin is putting everything in her mouth I keep her on the couch with some toys debating wether I can safely leave her as I am bursting to wee having not been yet since waking. If only Liam was here to watch her! I get as far as the door of the living room holding myself and squirming before I decide that she’s definitely not safe to leave alone sitting on a couch and I race back over to pick her up moaning under my breath. The whole time I was trying to settle her, warm her milk, give her her bottle, then take her picture to send to Liam I could feel my bladder desperate to get release. It’s no good. If I don’t get to the bathroom immediately I’m going to flood the carpet! 
     
    I run right back out the living room and start climbing the stairs telling Yasmin how urgently I have to pee. Then I hear a sound that makes me gasp. It’s the bathroom door and someone has just closed it! I honestly can’t wait any longer as I turn and head back downstairs carrying Yasmin as I run down the hallway by the stairs and straight into the adjoining family kitchen. Dancing and squirming for my life I feel my body about to crumble as I sit Yasmin in her high chair without even having the time to strap her in as I ram my hands between my crotch almost crying. 
     
    “Sorry Yasmin. I’ve been bursting since I woke sweetheart and I’m…oh shit…oh I need to pee like crazy!” 
     
    I open the first cupboard within reach pulling out a long rectangular serving bowl I remember mam using to put fancy sandwiches in for a party  once. I quickly push it between my legs just as my body explodes. Please don’t let anyone come into the kitchen right now! Please don’t let Yasmin fall through her high chair! please don’t let any pee get on the floor! The noise of whizzing and whooshing and splashing seems to echo on the kitchen as the relief of finally going washes over me so powerfully I feel like I’m in another world. Oh how I needed that so much! 
     
    I shake myself to get any last drips pouring the contents down the kitchen sink and washing my hands. I pull off my drenched warm knickers and put them in the washing machine. I must remember they are there! Hopefully at least dad shouldn’t find them in there unlike he did under the cot. 
     
    As soon as I can I strap Yasmin properly in her chair then begin making the promised Sunday fry up. Dad and the boys are all bright and talkative over breakfast as dad reminds the boys to wear a shirt and tie for chapel and to brush their hair. Walking to chapel dad looks at the buggy curiously. 
     
    “I don’t remember your mam buying that thing. She hates black usually.” 
     
    “She didn’t get this one. I got it from the heart foundation charity shop, I thought Yasmin deserved a new one.” 
     
    “Wasn’t the one Anthony and Rory used good enough?” 
     
    “It was getting old dad. Anthony’s 12 now remember.” 
     
    “I guess.” 
     
    The rest of the walk there’s little discussion as I start eagerly looking for Liam the closer we get to the chapel. I finally see him standing at the gate looking incredible in his suit and shirt and tie that he last wore to his aunt’s funeral. I’m desperate to run up to him but I know this would embarrass dad so I remain composed as I lift Yasmin out the buggy and Liam joins us walking into Saint Mary’s as we slide into the row already occupied by Harrison, Aisling’s husband,  Shaun and Lilly. 
     
    Shaun and Lilly! Why hadn’t I even thought about them being here! What have I done? Shaun turns and stares right at me as I step back grabbing Liam by his arm and ushering dad and the boys to slide into the pew first. I need us as far away from Shaun as possible. I don’t trust him anymore, even in my second home, Saint Mary’s chapel. 
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    Chapter 293
     
    Megan 
     
    Friday night is lovely and I feel so much more connected again with Liam, even if I spend most of the evening in wet underwear. The boys, thankfully, don’t argue too much on the Xbox and I mop up my mess without either of them knowing a thing. I even manage to get a quick shower later in the evening as Liam plays some Lego again with my brothers before they go to bed. As I lie in bed with Liam the other side and the baby asleep in the middle Liam tells me quietly how awful his work is just now but tells me not to worry. As I say my prayers before bed, this time not forgetting the Lord’s Prayer, I add in a prayer for him too that God will somehow get him a better job away from the hold of my brother. 
     
    On Saturday morning after we’ve all finally woken, eaten, and got washed and dressed, I sit with the boys and Liam with Yasmin playing beside me on the floor as I finally share my thoughts for getting the boys to school. I can see Liam isn’t overly keen on it but I promise him it’s only short term. He reluctantly helps the boys pack after lunch as I call home to speak to dad and let him know too. He sounds so lonely and sad that my heart goes out to him even though I can’t understand why he left his own children to care for themselves. He updates me on mam saying that she’s been put on new medication and that she’s being moved to a smaller specialist hospital hopefully on Monday. Anthony asks to speak to him so I hand the phone to him while he asks if he can go see his man tonight too. I assume dad’s agreed judging by the smile and nod that Anthony gives in return. 
     
    The boys are quiet as Liam drives us all back home. I had originally thought of me taking the boys back Sunday after chapel but when dad says Theresa is getting the train through on Sunday morning just to visit mam and give him the morning off to go to chapel and that Anthony can visit with him tonight I agree with Liam that going today will be better. Liam helps me in the Murphy house with all Yasmin’s things as the first thing I see in the living room is her dusty dirty jumperoo against the wall that I pick up, collapse and put in the wheely bin outside. There’s no way my sister is ever going back in that thing ever again! 
     
    Liam stays for a coffee as I’m secretly impressed that dad has milk and other supplies in. Dad is sullen, older looking than I remember and pale. 
     
    “Have you been eating ok dad?” 
     
    He shrugs. 
     
    “I’ve been using the canteen at work. That and take always or those microwave meal things. How have the boys been?” 
     
    They’ve gone back up to their room, presumably to set  up the Xbox and check all their old things are still there. 
     
    “They’ve been great. No problem at all.” 
     
    Liam, who has Yasmin on his knee holding her tightly, clearly not wanting to let her go, looks at her smiling. 
     
    “Yasmin has been amazing too haven’t you sweetie? Little darling.” 
     
    Dad doesn’t even look at her, or Liam, as he focusses on the carpet by his feet and mutters under his breath. 
     
    “You should keep her you know.” 
     
    “What did you say dad?” 
     
    He looks at me, his eyes tired and weary, his face drawn and pale and his words faltering yet clear and strong at the same time. 
     
    “I said you should keep her. We both know that your mam will never ever be able to really care for her. I’ve had those social work people on the phone. Nosy bloody people. I’ve told Shaun I’m not doing it. I’m not going through with all that stuff they want me to do to put her into…you know. She’s better off with you.”
     
    My eyes catch Liam’s as I see tears bubbling at the base of his eye. 
     
    “I promise we’ll look after her dad.” 
     
    “I know you will love. You’re a good Catholic girl you are. You will be at chapel tomorrow, won’t you? Bring her too. Saint Mary’s don’t need to know what goes on with us as a family do they? They’ll be too many Murphy’s missing as it is.” 
     
    Liam looks at me with a tear running down his cheek still clinging to Yasmin like she must never leave his grasp. He nods and smiles even through his tears. 
     
    “We’ll be there dad. Liam, and myself, and Yasmin. We can all walk in together the way you like. In fact we can all walk together from here just how it used to be. You, Liam, me, Anthony, Rory, and the baby. I can even make a fry up before we go just like mam always did. What about that?” 
     
    It’s rare my dad cries but as I sit there with both grown men wiping tears and Yasmin, bless her, stroking Liam’s face, I know I have done the right thing. Father Reilly was right. I had to bring Yasmin back in order to keep her. I had to be a good Catholic. 
     
    The moment doesn’t last as the boys barge into the living room making dad jump as he wipes his cheeks with his sleeve and acts as normal as possible. 
     
    “We’re hungry. When’s dinner?” 
     
    Dad automatically looks at me. I am always the one to prepare and cook meals, do the housework, look after the kids. But I don’t live here any more and as a result things need to change, even if no-one wants that. I just shrug. For once I don’t have the answer. For once I don’t feel responsible either. 
     
    Liam, who hasn’t said much at all since arriving looks at the boys smiling, his face still streaked with tears. 
     
    “Why don’t you both go see what’s in and if you can’t find anything come back and let us know?” 
     
    Both boys do exactly that as we hear them clearly opening cupboards, the fridge and the freezer. I’m certain what they will say when they return, and dad and Liam must be too, but Liam is one step ahead as he winks at me then leans towards my dad. 
     
    “If you’ve got the money it might be easier to order something. Anthony will probably know how. Let him help. He’s a good lad.” 
     
    Rory comes in first his face crestfallen and his demeanour concerned. 
     
    “We can’t find anything. There’s nothing in Meg.” 
     
    Liam nods towards my dad as even young Rory picks up the fact he ought to be looking towards his father for assistance instead of us. As Anthony walks in quietly and maturely behind his younger brother my dad finally looks at his own sons properly for the first time since we brought them back. 
     
    “I haven’t had time to go shopping. Sorry boys. I was thinking maybe we could get Chinese takeaway tonight? What do you reckon? Maybe if I give Meg some money she can get you some cereal for the morning? In fact she was just talking about doing a fry up like your mam always used to do before chapel. After dinner Rory, if Liam and Meg are ok with it, how about you go to Tesco with them while Anthony and I visit your mam? Anthony, son, do you think you could show me how to order a takeaway on my phone? I was just picking things up on my way back from hospital before and Meg always did the ordering before. Thanks son.” 
     
    “Can I get prawn crackers too dad? And those chicken things in batter? And chips? And can I get a can of juice too?” 
     
    I stand up and move closer to Liam putting my arm on his shoulder and talking quietly to him while the boys talk to their dad eagerly as Anthony takes his dad’s phone to help him order food. 
     
    “I bought some baby food in the changing bag. I can heat something from there for Yasmin. You will stay for dinner won’t you? I don’t want you to go.” 
     
    He leans closer to me clutching my arm. 
     
    “Of course I’ll stay. I’m in no rush to go back to my empty flat anyway. It’ll be awful without you and this little one there tonight.” 
     
    “It’s not for long sweetheart. My family need me.” 
     
    “I know. And I love you so much. You reckon your dad might order me a curry? I could so go one right now.” 
     
    “Anthony add a curry with fried rice for Liam will you and sweet and sour chicken with boiled rice for me. Thanks” 
     
    “You want me to add anything for Yasmin?” 
     
    “Don’t worry about her. I’ll sort her. Thanks for asking though. Rory you want to come help me get some cutlery and plates ready at the table. Good boy.” 
     
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    Chapter 290
     
    Liam 
     
    The week drags on with another awful day in the Kilcooley estate on Friday with rain on and off between sunshine where even the rainbows seem rubbish behind the derelict and ramshackle houses and blocks of flats. Aidan still isn’t really talking although when I find a young lad lying in a wooded area he does at least help me call the police and ambulance. He texts the office to explain why we are delayed as we give brief statements to the police before carrying on as if nothing happened. I have no idea if the young man was high from drugs, drunk, ill, or injured but I don’t have too much time to think about it as we then run late and have to walk quickly to cover all the area allocated to us. After yesterday I now know that Aidan clearly can’t be trusted so I am even more guarded around him making for a very frosted atmosphere even on the minibus coming back. 
     
    Megan at least seems to be brighter going by the replies to my texts and I am amazed to come home to find she’s made fish and chips for us all. I smell it as soon as I walk in and even though I need a pee I make a big effort to greet Megan first and comment on the amazing dinner she’s dishing up. She smiles saying she checked her bank and found the money promised by social work had gone through so she walked the kids to Lidl and the boys chose fish and chips and mushy peas. I look over at Anthony and smile. 
     
    “Good choice! It smells delicious.” 
     
    “I’m just dishing it up if you want to wash your hands and sit down. I bought some diluting juice too for the boys but I can make you a tea or coffee if you’d prefer honey?” 
     
    “Wow! A cup of tea sounds amazing!” 
     
    I quickly wash my hands at the kitchen sink then sit down in the living room watching Yasmin standing holding onto the coffee table with one hand and exploring a toy with the other. I gaze at her amazed at this new development. I probably should run to the toilet before eating but just as I’m about to go Anthony comes in with my dinner and I decide that I’ll delay going until after my meal. Megan comes in soon after with her own meal, a bowl and a plastic spoon for Yasmin. She sits Yasmin on the floor on a towel with the bowl in front of her and Rory pops through with her little tippy cup too. Megan smiles over at me as she talks between bites of food. 
     
    “I thought I’d try her like this tonight and see how she goes. This way we at least get to eat ours while it’s hot. How was your day at work then?” 
     
    I sigh. This is the first she’s asked all week and I’m not sure where to begin. Looking through to check the boys aren’t listening I lean forwards while eating and update her on the latest with Shaun and how I am now just one strike away from losing our main income. I don’t want her to worry but she needs to know, especially now she has her brothers to look after too. 
     
    “That sounds exactly like Shaun. He called me today too. Apparently dad only told him last night that the boys are now with me too. I would say that would explain the stuff at work yesterday but he wouldn’t have known then I guess. Do you think you’ll look for another job then now? I honestly don’t see him changing, do you?” 
     
    That’s when I confess about Shaun’s passing comments yesterday and his implied threats. Megan sighs as she cuts some more fish and swallows it. 
     
    “You know I half expected him to just turn up here today. He must know where we are surely? He can easily get your address from work.”
     
    “That thought did cross my mind too. I don’t know if it’s just because he won’t leave work or wether he’s just all talk and no action but I’m glad you are all ok. Has today been any better here?” 
     
    Megan glances into the kitchen then down to the baby as she chews a chip on her fork before answering. 
     
    “Better than yesterday though I really need to talk to you when the boys go to bed. I had a text from the McGintley’s today. They arrive home tomorrow and they are wondering wether I would be available on Sunday for a few hours to work. It would be great to see Chelsea again and we really need the money to be honest. I need to work out something for the boys next week too with them going back to school. I have an idea but need to see how you feel. I was going to phone dad tonight too, maybe as soon as we’ve finished dinner before he goes to the hospital. The boys really want to know how mam is and if they can go home at the weekend. I know dad will want to be with mam for visiting but he might want to see the boys in between and he’ll definitely want them at chapel on Sunday. It would be good for the boys to see him too I think. Oh and that guy from social work called. He wants to pop in to visit early next week to see how things are. I’m really worried about that with the sleeping arrangements as they are. Plus I was wondering if you’d heard from that lodger you had? What was his name again?” 
     
    “Flavius. It’s hard to really understand him with his lack of English but I haven’t heard from him since before we left for England. I’ve been thinking he might just suddenly turn up expecting the room too. This is a bit of a nightmare isn’t it?”
     
    I look down at Yasmin who has actually eaten a lot of her food, albeit using her fingers, and her face, clothes and the towel are all pretty messy. I don’t know what the answer is for the boys for school, though I can at least help out to let Megan work Sunday for a few hours if nothing else. I reassure her of that as I take my empty plate through to the kitchen and find the boys almost finished too. 
     
    “Enjoy that?” 
     
    “It was better than the chip shop! We have pudding too!” 
     
    “Pudding? Wow. That sounds good.” 
     
    “It’s ice creams!” 
     
    “Now that sounds amazing.” 
     
    “Can we have them now?” 
     
    I assume the tub is in the freezer though when I open it I can see any tub of ice cream anywhere. What does happen though is the cold air quite suddenly hits my body causing my need to pee to increase very suddenly and powerfully. Anthony stands up from the table and comes over to help me as I automatically cross my legs and try to hide how bad I need to piss. He open a drawer and hands me a packet of Lidl own cornettos with chocolate sauce. I open it and hand both boys one before taking the packet through to the living room where Megan and Yasmin are just finishing eating. 
     
    “I believe these are for pudding. Would you like one?” 
     
    Megan unwraps one and hands it to Yasmin who shakes with excitement. She then takes one for herself noticing I can’t really stand still. She then beckons me towards her chair with her hand. 
     
    “You ok?” 
     
    I lean down and whisper in her ear. 
     
    “I haven’t been for a piss since this morning. Really need to go.” 
     
    She smiles up at me with a twinkle in her eye. 
     
    “Wouldn’t want your cornetto to melt now would you?” 
     
    I take out the last ice cream and take the empty packet back to the kitchen to put it in the bin. Looking over at the boys it feels good to see them smiling and chatting to each other as I slip back to the living room and sit down with one hand over my crotch squirming on the two seater sofa while I lick my ice cream. If it wasn’t for the kids being here I’m pretty sure I’d be having a lovely night with my Megan after tea. Maybe if we can get the kids sorted or the boys can play in the room that might just happen? Or maybe the reality of caring for three children will once again be too exhausting and we’ll be lucky to get a fly kiss and cuddle before we fall asleep. 
     
    The freezing cold pudding makes me shiver and I squeeze myself and wriggle even more in the seat as Megan sits opposite licking her ice cream provocatively knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. Three kids here or not she’s so sexy and adorable and I could easily fuck her right now…well after I piss that is! 
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    Chapter 286
     
    Liam 
     
    Aidan is absolutely livid about getting his first ever warning. He isn’t talking to me which only makes the day seem even worse than it already is. I feel like I’m walking around the estate in a daze, exhausted from everything going on at home and the atmosphere at work. It doesn’t help that I still don’t know my way around the maze of flats and run down council houses so even though Aidan clearly wants to distance himself from me I need to stay close to him. Just to make everything even worse it’s bin collection day and with a slight breeze coming off the sea there’s loose rubbish blowing everywhere. Picking it up feels so fruitless and such a waste of time as the minute we look back on a completed street there’s more rubbish there again! 
     
    The last place I want to sit for lunch is by the shops and community centre but yet that’s exactly where Aidan goes! He buys himself some sandwiches as I eat food brought from home and drink tap water from a bottle. There’s no chatting at all and we’re watched by both a group of teenagers and some seagulls who clearly expect us to leave something for them. I’d rather be anywhere else but here right now but I don’t have a choice. I need the money too much right now. 
     
    By the time we are picked up at the end of the shift I’m tired, fed up and eager to get home. As much as I love Megan’s brothers I do hope that there’s news of what’s going to happen to them because it’s clear already that the flat isn’t big enough for everyone. I just don’t know what the solution is though because they clearly can’t go home. 
     
    Shaun isn’t waiting for us when we return so we are dismissed promptly and I walk back to my flat with my mind a right mess of how to proceed and what to do. It’s not until I’m halfway home that I realise that for once I’m not almost pissing myself as I reason that I either have too much on my mind or I haven’t drank as much as usual. Thinking it’s most likely the latter I content myself with the comfort that at least if the bathroom is in use, which is more likely now there’s more people in the house, I will be ok to wait. 
     
    Walking into a flat full of people feels so weird. The noise and bodies and busyness is such a contrast to living with just my aunt, or Lauren or on my own. When Gareth calls for a catch up it’s impossible to get privacy or even hear him clearly as I try to update him on things and explain why he can hear so many voices in my flat. He jokes that I now have some idea what it’s like to be a dad like him but then adds afterwards that my days of fun with Megan will now be in the past too. There’s absolutely no way I can accept that so the second the call finishes I find Megan to hug her and kiss her on the cheek. Her smile melts me so much that I have a cheeky feel at her bum while she’s cooking dinner. At least with her brothers here we don’t have to worry about holding Yasmin whenever we are in the kitchen as I glance into the living room and see Rory playing peek a boo with his baby sister. 
     
    After we’ve eaten and cleared up, which both boys willing help with, and Megan puts Yasmin to bed, the boys bring out some Lego they brought with them and I suddenly relive some happy childhood memories building various things with them both before we tidy up and they get ready for bed. Automatically, like I somehow feel I have to, I pop into their room to say goodnight to them both as Rory looks at me from the blow up bed on the floor and asks the one question I just can’t answer but wish I could. 
     
    “Liam, when are we going back home?” 
     
    I swallow hard and look around for Megan. How can she disappear in such a small flat? I don’t t feel confident at all to answer but I also feel both he and Anthony deserve to know the truth. 
     
    “I don’t know to be honest Rory. It depends on a number of things. Your mum needs to get better so she can look after you and your dad needs help while your mum is in hospital. As soon as something is sorted out so there’s someone there to cook and clean and look after you both then we’ll take you home straight away. Maybe one of your older brothers or sister might be able to help for a bit or another relative maybe? There’s people doing all they can to sort it out for you. Try your best not to worry. I know it’s hard though. Do you want me to get Megan to say goodnight?” 
     
    “Why can’t Megan come back home? Everything was fine when she was there. I miss her.” 
     
    “How about I see if Megan can explain that more tomorrow for you? She still loves you very much and she will always look out for you. I’ll go see if I can find her to say goodnight ok. I’ll be back in a bit.” 
     
    God was this what my poor aunt had to deal with with me? How did she stay so calm and patient with me? I wish I had half her strength and courage. Closing the door over a little I go looking for Megan, finding her lying fully clothed on the bed beside Yasmin stroking her hair almost asleep herself. I whisper so as not to disturb Yasmin, 
     
    “That’s the boys in bed. Rory is asking when they are going back home. He’s asking why you can’t come back home and look after them like before. I didn’t know what to say. Sorry.” 
     
    “I know it’s late Liam but I think it’s time they knew the truth don’t you? I had a call from social work today about offering me some funding to keep the kids. The mental health nurse called too. The hospital don’t think mam actually swallowed much toilet cleaner, if any at all, but she’s clearly poorly and will be in hospital a while. No-one has managed to speak to dad yet apparently, though the hospital confirmed he never left mam’s side until she was finally admitted to a ward at 2:40 in the morning. He hasn’t even called me today to check on his own children. I can only assume he’s been told the boys are with me. I’ll go speak to the boys now. They are old enough now to understand.” 
     
    As Megan goes to talk to her brothers in my tiny spare room I strip off down to my underwear and sit on the edge of my bed gazing at Yasmin in just the light of the bedside lamp. I think about Lauren and the fact she’s pregnant with my child. Whatever I feel for her I refuse to abandon my baby. No child ever deserves to be abandoned by the very people who created them. I don’t even know who my own father even is and now my mum is dead too. Even my amazing aunt has left me. The circumstances might be different but I can so feel for Anthony and Rory. 
     
    The problem is I am most definitely not the aunt Ella type. I don’t have a lovely house, a stable job, financial security and a strong faith to see me through. I’m Liam Jude, the man who gets abused by his ex, finds out she’s pregnant with his child, who runs away to another country using money he stole and who now makes a living picking up other people’s rubbish. A man who fell in love with a girl who pissed herself in a laundrette and who now has three children, who are not even related to him, living in his flat when any day he could have some foreign lorry driver turn up wanting the room back he rents from him because he needed cash so bad to pay his rent and feed himself. The man who has been relying on a bloody food bank to get by but now suddenly has a full family living with him needing fed. A man with a police record, a maxed out credit card and debt that he can’t afford. A man with a floundering faith in the midst of deep grief. 
     
    A man whose very surname matches the patron saint of desperate situations. A man who on his first day in Ireland went to the same shop three times because he had no idea what he even needed to look after himself for one day! 
     
    How the fuck can a man like that deal with all this? 
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    Chapter 273
     
    Megan 
     
    Sunday morning I’m woken by Liam bringing me a cup of tea in bed. It’s like all my dreams have come true at once as he lightly kisses my cheek and touches my hair. As Yasmin starts stirring beside me we talk about chapel again and agree to go to mass at St.Mark’s. I miss Saint Mary’s so much and all the people I know so well but I know there will be so much still familiar in Saint Mark’s and last night’s vigil was so beautiful. 
     
    As Liam leaves for a shower, and Yasmin looks up at me in the bed as I finish my tea, I suddenly wish I had went to the loo before Liam went for his shower. As I slide out from under the duvet ready to start the day I automatically have to squirm as my bladder objects to me ignoring it after filling steadily all night. I only hope that keeping busy passes the time super quickly until I can get into the bathroom. I leave the baby lying happily on the bed while I sort out clothes for us both and look out a nappy, wipes and baby hair brush for Yasmin. The entire time my legs keep moving, my knees bending and my calves tightening as I squeeze my buttock muscles to help me hold my desperate bladder. Surely Liam won’t be much longer in the bathroom now? 
     
    When Yasmin gets more restless I pick her up and take her to the kitchen. I offer her some warm milk in a bottle which she holds happily herself both drinking from it and playing with it. Opening the fridge and cupboards as I cross my legs and bite my lips I absentmindedly look for something to make for breakfast while I think so much about everyone back home. Is someone making breakfast for Rory and Anthony? Are they ok? Picking up some eggs, milk and butter from the fridge I bounce on my heels muttering to myself about how badly I need to pee. Even though I’ve moved out from the Murphy house it still feels like I’m back home as times of pee dancing waiting ages on a Sunday morning to access the only bathroom flood my mind and I chuckle at the irony that very little has changed. I might be living with my boyfriend now, or even my fiancé, but I still have to wait to use the bathroom even now! 
     
    Yasmin is getting more unsettled probably partly to do with how restless and stressed I am but also due to no doubt being hungry. I stop and get a yogurt out the fridge and stand feeding her some to settle her while simultaneously cracking eggs, adding milk and butter and a pinch of salt to the saucepan ready to heat. It’s so frustrating having nowhere to put the child down while I am at the cooker but I struggle on and pop some bread in the toaster while stirring the food. I can’t squirm or dance about now as the lit gas ring is dangerous with Yasmin in my arms so I tense my body as much as possible and do my utmost to hang on. 
     
    Finally Liam appears in just his clean underwear just as the toaster pops and I endeavour to butter the toast for us both. It’s extremely difficult holding the baby too so I am ever so glad when Liam takes her from me. Now I have another problem though as I really don’t like cold toast, and especially cold egg, so I decide in my mind to just sit down and quickly eat my breakfast before using the now free bathroom. I cross my legs tight and sit bolt upright as Liam holds Yasmin on his lap and eats his breakfast opposite me. Putting a dry piece of toast in my mouth I reach out automatically for a drink and suddenly realise that I haven’t even made drinks! I apologise to Liam and instantly fill the kettle with water and switch it on. This is the final straw though as my bladder spasms and I pee dance frantically right in front of Liam and my sister, grabbing myself urgently before rushing off to the bathroom quickly. 
     
    I feel so much better after using the loo that I eat what’s left of my meal, put the dishes in the sink then go for a quick shower so we aren’t late for mass. It’s all worth it though as mass at Saint Mark’s is great and we all leave in such a high spirited mood. On the way home I laugh with Liam about the morning as I wonder out loud how everyone is at home. Liam apologies for not thinking I might have needed to wee before his shower but when he casually mentions being bursting as we stop at red lights I can’t help the mischievous thoughts that enter my head! The conversation turns to so many times when others and myself had to really pee as we laugh together and jest as I tease him about the fact he might do a Father Reilly and piss himself. I know talking about toilets probably isn’t helping Liam but he seems to want me to carry on especially when I go on about times I really had to go when driving the McGintley’s van a few weeks ago. 
     
    By the time we get back to the flat it’s very obvious Liam has a hard on as I tease him more about waiting. There’s something so hot about just thinking of him really having to pee and he’s definitely not the only one now horny that’s for sure! We can’t do anything with Yasmin around though as once again she’s getting hungry and tired as I debate wether to cook something for us all or just heat her another baby jar. I look at Liam, with his sparkling eyes and cute smile as I gently take Yasmin’s coat off, put it in the bedroom and then walk back to the kitchen. Handing the child to Liam I open the fridge still staring lovingly at Liam as I see the bottom drawer full of vegetables. 
     
    “How about I cut some of these up and make us some soup? It might take a while but it would be worth it don’t you think honey?” 
     
    “Emmm. Isn’t there anything a bit quicker babe? Just thinking about the baby and that…” 
     
    I chuckle. Somehow I guessed he’d say that as I wash and pierce a baked potato and put it in the microwave. 
     
    “Only kidding. I’m just making a baked potato for Yasmin. You don’t mind staying with Liam while I make it do you Yasmin?” 
     
    Liam looks me right in the eye, his sultry eyes jesting and understanding exactly what I’m doing to him. He’s free to object of course but his rosy cheeks, blushing face and obvious election indicate he’s not objecting in any way. 
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    Chapter 272
     
    Liam 
     
    After we get home from the vigil my mind is full of questions for Megan. Yasmin takes up so much of her time though as the poor baby gets woken with having to be lifted out the car. I decide, while Megan settles her, to flick through the Bible Father Reilly gave me but it’s so hard to find anything without story headings or chapter headings like in a normal book. Finally I give in and ask Megan and she gently guides me and shows me with so much patience even in the late hour. We say a little prayer together and I ask her about forgiveness and confession because I’m starting to wonder if I need to now do all that confessing stuff that Megan has been telling me about. Her answer is vague but it’s so late at night it doesn’t matter really as we have a brief hug and kiss and then head to bed ourselves, both exhausted from being out so late.
     
    I wake first on Sunday and bring a mug of tea into a Megan in the bedroom. It feels good to do something so kind and simple and I love having my woman living with me and getting to see her as she wakes up first thing in the morning. I stroke her hair as she sits up in bed and kiss her cheek. 
     
    “Are you wanting to go to the chapel again this morning? I think Father O’Hara said last night it was on again this morning? Or do you want to go to Saint Mary’s? I’m happy to come but if you want to go alone I understand and I can keep Yasmin here if you’d like?” 
     
    “I was hoping to go today yes. I missed so much of Holy Week and although last night officially fulfilled my Sunday duty I would still love to go today. I’m happy to go back to Saint Mark’s if you are?”:
     
    “You’d like me to come?” 
     
    “We’ll I can’t exactly walk that far can I sweetheart? Of course I want you to come silly. That’s if you want to?” 
     
    “Great! I’ll go grab a shower then shall I?” 
     
    Megan sips her tea and smiles at me as I leave the room with my clean clothes and head to the bathroom. When I come out I can smell toast and I head straight to the kitchen to see Megan struggling holding the baby while attempting to butter toast at the sane time. 
     
    “It’s so much harder without a high chair!” 
     
    I readily take the baby even though my hair is still wet allowing Megan to butter the toast, stir some scrambled egg and dish up. I keep Yasmin on my knee while we eat letting her steal some of my toast and feeding her bits of scrambled egg off my plate as I watch Megan sitting in just her nighty. She seems a little stressed as she suddenly looks up at me smiling. 
     
    “Ah! I knew I’d forgotten something! I forgot to boil the kettle! Sorry. I’ll put it on now.” 
     
    I return to feeding Yasmin but out the corner of my eye I can see Megan moving around as I hear her gasp and immediately I look up. As she puts the kettle on it’s stand and flicks it on I watch as she suddenly turns to face me as her legs twist and she presses a hand between her legs. Immediately I can feel my penis growing under the baby as my eyes light up. I know we don’t have time for anything right now but just this sight alone sets my heart on fire. 
     
    “I’ll be right back! Been dying to pee since I woke but you were in the shower. I can’t wait any longer!” 
     
    As Megan rushes out I smile and wink at Yasmin. 
     
    “Your sister is so beautiful! Naughty Liam though being in the bathroom when she needed in eh!” 
     
    Yasmin just touches my damp hair then when I’m not looking helps herself to some more of my toast off my plate. I smile at her and wink at her again. 
     
    “Oi cheeky! Looks like I’m not the only naughty one in this family now eh!” 
     
    As soon as Megan returns and we’ve finished our tea I look after Yasmin, changing her, which I’m very proud of doing without any help, then dressing her. Other than putting her little cardigan on inside out, which I notice and fix before Megan sees, I do pretty well, even if I say so myself. Megan seems pleased too but we are in such a hurry by then she only tells me as I am driving. 
     
    Father O’Hara is on great form again in chapel and the service has a happier, excited feel to it leaving us both feeling upbeat and hopeful as we go to leave. Despite having so many in the congregation vying for his attention Father O’Hara makes a point of shaking our hands as we leave and thanking us both for coming. It’s a lovely touch that both Megan and myself appreciate a lot. On the ride back Megan is relaxed and cheerful as she jokes about what happened at breakfast saying how it brought back so many memories of home when Sunday mornings were always a battle for the only bathroom and how she’d often be cooking Sunday breakfast pee dancing or seeing to her younger brothers and sisters while bursting. I joke back about one thing being different now  and that I sincerely hope that the males back home didn’t respond as my body did, which makes us both blush and gaze at each other in connection as I stop at a red traffic light. 
     
    “I hope these light change soon!” 
     
    “You hungry honey?” 
     
    “A little but I never had a chance to go to the toilet before we left and I’m bursting to go now!” 
     
    “You’re not going to do an FR on me now are you?” 
     
    “FR?”
     
    “Father Reilly!” 
     
    I laugh so hard I almost do do what he did as I grab myself but have to let go suddenly to change gears as the lights change!Thankfully we’re not far from Bangor now as Megan continues to tease me by talking away about the week she had the McGintley’s van to drive Chelsea to and from school and the time Rory had to use the toilets at Chelsea’s school, the time her other brother was really bursting and only just made it home and, to my delight, a few times that week when she too found herself very desperate but had to wait. She’s not sparing any details and by the time I reach my flat the inevitable has happened and once again I’m rock hard despite my very full bladder. 
     
    “Shame you can’t wait until this one is down for her nap Liam.” 
     
    I unlock the door as Megan carries the baby in as I look down and see the bulge in my suit trousers. 
     
    “That depends. I mean if she’s going right now I might…” 
     
    “She needs some lunch first honey. You think you can wait that long?” 
     
    “That depends what I’m waiting for exactly, getting to piss or getting to cum babe?” 
     
    “Mmm…how about we try both?” 
     
    I swear it’s taking her way longer than usual to get the child out her car seat, remove her coat and heat her up some lunch! I might be imagining it but I can’t help thinking there’s more than a few delaying tactics happening right now, all very much at my expense! 
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    An unexpected surprise for Ellen, Daniel and Celine 
     
    Eating delicious sweet porridge sitting opposite Daniel Ellen felt content and happy. Her bleeding had finally stopped and her hormones seemed to be settling again. Thinking about the day ahead she was apprehensive but excited as the big day drew closer and closer. Drinking her tea she looked out the kitchen window at the darkness outside aware that they really needed to be heading off soon. 
     
    Not long later she was getting into Daniel’s car as their second journey to Dundee that week began. Daniel was such a good driver, conscientious about keeping to the speed limit and mindful of braking distances. She felt relaxed and confident as she looked out the window at the stunning vibrant reds and oranges of the early morning sunrise. She’d lived in so many different towns and cities but Glasgow was the only one to really feel like home and seeing a sunrise over the river Clyde never ceased to amaze her. Unusually the traffic was moving well as they made steady progress on the motorway out of the city and towards Cumbernauld and Stirling. Wondering about Celine and Ellis she was just thinking about texting her friend when her phone beeped with an incoming text. 
     
    Leaning forward to pick it up out of her bag she read the words with great interest. Sharing the information with Daniel about what time the flat pack delivery was due and the fact Ellen had heard from Jack and he was bringing a team of helpers Ellen started to wonder just how hard it might be to build a flat pack bed and how long it might take. She’d built a few things before, always with help, and she’d watched others build things too, but it always seemed to take much longer than expected and all too often screws or parts had been missing. What if that happened today? 
     
    Trying to be practical she let her mind switch to trying to work out the most practical way to build so much furniture with the limited amount of manpower they had and the even more limited time. Debating wether they should perhaps split into teams in different flats to work or stick together in the community flats so they could help each other out her mind was preoccupied by thinking of it all when she felt Daniel’s hand on her knee. 
     
    “You ok honey?”
     
    Sharing some of her thoughts aloud with Daniel hoping he might be able to shed light on it all Ellen listened as he tried to reassure her that none of the mess they were in was their fault. In his mind it was the clear responsibility of Dundee city council to have furnished the flats, after all, as he very astutely told her, they had received funding to do so. Ellen knew this wasn’t her boyfriend feeling annoyed at having to drive all the way to Dundee for the second day in a row but rather his ever factual, practical, competent way of thinking. He was right really, as always, but Ellen’s conscience just couldn’t allow a single refugee to arrive without at least somewhere to sleep, eat and facilities to cook. Anything less than that in her mind was simply inhumane. 
     
    Her mind still thinking it all through while she looked out the window at the countryside she heard Daniel say something that suddenly made her turn. Why hadn’t it occurred to her that the flats wouldn’t all be open? She’d been the one to speak to Rob from Claypots before they left the day before and she’d been the one he told about handing the keys over to the council. Suddenly panicking that the entire trip was all in vain she quickly texted Celine desperately hoping she already had a plan. Of course she did and hearing that she’d already contacted Keith Bryan made her feel a little stupid. It was a good job one of them had the forethought to email him! Initially smiling as she read the first text from her colleague about how she’d practically threatened Keith she then laughed at the second one and absurdity of Celine’s plan to dump the entire IKEA delivery in the council headquarters’s car park. Clearly Celine’s was in a good mood, either that or so stressed she was being silly. 
     
    Either way it made the final part of the journey more stressful and anxious as they passed so many familiar landmarks in Dundee and made their way through the city to Hilltown. Pulling into the car park at Tulloch Court Ellen checked the time on Daniel’s car: Ten past 9. They’d made good time though without the keys to any of the ground floor flats they decided to wait in the car until Ellis and Celine arrived. It was almost half past nine before they showed up, with Celine commenting at how they’d been stuck behind a learner driver right throughout the city. Passing pleasantries to each other the four of them walked towards the high rise tower as Ellis pressed a button on the intercom and let them all in. 
     
    “How did you do that?” 
     
    “The services button. They usually all work until at least 11am, some much later. It’s to allow post to get delivered but as a delivery driver it’s always very handy.” 
     
    Keen to recall this useful information Ellen nodded as Celine pulled out some keys from her coat pocket and unlocked the first community flat. Walking inside they were all talking about their various ideas of how to get organised when Ellis pointed out several cars pulling into the car park as he stood at the living room window.
     
    “Looks like Jack and his crew. I’m rather impressed at him you know.” 
     
    Ellen smiled as Celine’s immediately walked over to the window to stand beside Ellis who placed his arm around her so naturally that it felt like they’d been a couple forever. 
     
    “There’s three cars full of them! Wow. Way to go Jack!” 
     
    Watching from a little further back Ellen fluctuated between looking at Celine and Ellis and watching the group of enthusiastic cheerful looking people approach the main door. Daniel was the only one to actually go and let them in as the noise level rose significantly at the influx of so many strangers. Jack carefully introduced everyone as they all shook hands and chatted until Daniel gathered everyone to explain what was happening. He was just in the middle of talking when Celine jumped up in excitement at the window. 
     
    “This looks like it all coming now! Let’s go get it all unloaded!” 
     
    Like a swarm of locusts Ellen joined the back of the crowd with Daniel as they made their way to the car park. Using her weight to keep the heavy security door open Ellen stood back as boxes moved past her flanked by people of all shapes and sizes and colours as an entire removal lorry full of beds and sofas offloaded from the car park to a community flat on the ground floor. Wondering where on earth it was all going Ellen held the door until the final box was taken in before joining the others in the flat. 
     
    Celine, ever the most organised person she’d ever met, had already organised everything into two neat piles with the bed boxes all stacked neatly in the living room and the sofa boxes all stored in the two bedrooms. Dividing everyone up into teams of threes she was just instructing people on the various free places they could use to build a bed each when Ellis interrupted her loudly. 
     
    “Sorry to disturb you Celine but I think you need to see this.” 
     
    Rushing to the window like everyone else Ellen stared at the fleet of navy Dundee city council vans all pulling into the car park one after the other. It was Daniel who seemed to take charge after that. 
     
    “If everyone would kindly wait here for a few minutes while my colleagues and myself see what’s going on.”
     
    “Should we make a start on some beds?” 
     
    Following behind Daniel Ellen looked back at Jack trying to hide her concern about what was going on. 
     
    “That would be great Jack. Thanks.” 
     
    Standing outside the tower block with Celine one side and Daniel the other Ellen felt small and scared as they watched Keith Bryan get out of one of the vans and approach them looking cocky and smug. 
     
    “Oh. I see you brought your friends with you again Miss Cartier. Well I’m sure they will be as pleased to see us at work as you will. Now if you will please excuse us we have some items to deliver here this morning. I do hope your own delivery arrives in time dear. Whatever it is you are waiting for.” 
     
    Seeing Keith turn around and give a patronising thumbs up to someone Ellen noticed a flurry of activity as the boots to four vans opened in almost synchrony and men seemed to start unloading things. Without even an ‘excuse me’ Keith barged right past her leading the way as what looked like old hospital beds with metal sides and waterproof mattresses were pushed past them into lifts by silent council workers. These were followed by green, cyan and brown upright padded chairs that Ellen thought looked like they’d come direct from a hospice. With no idea where any of the items were being taken to Ellen stared in disbelief as more and more awful looking items passed her by. Trapped by the never ended stream of furniture and people she was desperate to get back to Jack as she looked at Celine beside her who actually seemed happy. 
     
    “Just leave him to it Ellen. He’s doing us a huge favour. He’ll be gone soon enough.” 
     
    Sure enough as the last item moved in front of them allowing the three of them to get back into the tower block at last Keith entered the lift himself grinning like a Cheshire cat. Closing the community flat door to prevent Keith seeing what Jack and his helpers were up to Ellen looked up at Daniel and Celine curiously. 
     
    “Did anyone else think that looked like Keith had just emptied a couple of wards of the local hospital or was it just me?” 
     
    “More like he robbed the local nursing home or something.” 
     
    “You know guys I really don’t care where he got it all from. The fact is he’s done us a huge favour. I know those beds look grim but they’re better than nothing and right now we just need to get 66 flats furnished by the end of today. I bet you anything Keith will be out of here before we know it. He’s allergic to hard work that man. Let’s just leave him to it. I’m going to check on the real workers and see how they’re doing. Just make sure if you see him to get the keys off him ok!” 
     
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    An unexpected surprise for Ellen, Daniel and Celine 
     
    Eating delicious sweet porridge sitting opposite Daniel Ellen felt content and happy. Her bleeding had finally stopped and her hormones seemed to be settling again. Thinking about the day ahead she was apprehensive but excited as the big day drew closer and closer. Drinking her tea she looked out the kitchen window at the darkness outside aware that they really needed to be heading off soon. 
     
    Not long later she was getting into Daniel’s car as their second journey to Dundee that week began. Daniel was such a good driver, conscientious about keeping to the speed limit and mindful of braking distances. She felt relaxed and confident as she looked out the window at the stunning vibrant reds and oranges of the early morning sunrise. She’d lived in so many different towns and cities but Glasgow was the only one to really feel like home and seeing a sunrise over the river Clyde never ceased to amaze her. Unusually the traffic was moving well as they made steady progress on the motorway out of the city and towards Cumbernauld and Stirling. Wondering about Celine and Ellis she was just thinking about texting her friend when her phone beeped with an incoming text. 
     
    Leaning forward to pick it up out of her bag she read the words with great interest. Sharing the information with Daniel about what time the flat pack delivery was due and the fact Ellen had heard from Jack and he was bringing a team of helpers Ellen started to wonder just how hard it might be to build a flat pack bed and how long it might take. She’d built a few things before, always with help, and she’d watched others build things too, but it always seemed to take much longer than expected and all too often screws or parts had been missing. What if that happened today? 
     
    Trying to be practical she let her mind switch to trying to work out the most practical way to build so much furniture with the limited amount of manpower they had and the even more limited time. Debating wether they should perhaps split into teams in different flats to work or stick together in the community flats so they could help each other out her mind was preoccupied by thinking of it all when she felt Daniel’s hand on her knee. 
     
    “You ok honey?”
     
    Sharing some of her thoughts aloud with Daniel hoping he might be able to shed light on it all Ellen listened as he tried to reassure her that none of the mess they were in was their fault. In his mind it was the clear responsibility of Dundee city council to have furnished the flats, after all, as he very astutely told her, they had received funding to do so. Ellen knew this wasn’t her boyfriend feeling annoyed at having to drive all the way to Dundee for the second day in a row but rather his ever factual, practical, competent way of thinking. He was right really, as always, but Ellen’s conscience just couldn’t allow a single refugee to arrive without at least somewhere to sleep, eat and facilities to cook. Anything less than that in her mind was simply inhumane. 
     
    Her mind still thinking it all through while she looked out the window at the countryside she heard Daniel say something that suddenly made her turn. Why hadn’t it occurred to her that the flats wouldn’t all be open? She’d been the one to speak to Rob from Claypots before they left the day before and she’d been the one he told about handing the keys over to the council. Suddenly panicking that the entire trip was all in vain she quickly texted Celine desperately hoping she already had a plan. Of course she did and hearing that she’d already contacted Keith Bryan made her feel a little stupid. It was a good job one of them had the forethought to email him! Initially smiling as she read the first text from her colleague about how she’d practically threatened Keith she then laughed at the second one and absurdity of Celine’s plan to dump the entire IKEA delivery in the council headquarters’s car park. Clearly Celine’s was in a good mood, either that or so stressed she was being silly. 
     
    Either way it made the final part of the journey more stressful and anxious as they passed so many familiar landmarks in Dundee and made their way through the city to Hilltown. Pulling into the car park at Tulloch Court Ellen checked the time on Daniel’s car: Ten past 9. They’d made good time though without the keys to any of the ground floor flats they decided to wait in the car until Ellis and Celine arrived. It was almost half past nine before they showed up, with Celine commenting at how they’d been stuck behind a learner driver right throughout the city. Passing pleasantries to each other the four of them walked towards the high rise tower as Ellis pressed a button on the intercom and let them all in. 
     
    “How did you do that?” 
     
    “The services button. They usually all work until at least 11am, some much later. It’s to allow post to get delivered but as a delivery driver it’s always very handy.” 
     
    Keen to recall this useful information Ellen nodded as Celine pulled out some keys from her coat pocket and unlocked the first community flat. Walking inside they were all talking about their various ideas of how to get organised when Ellis pointed out several cars pulling into the car park as he stood at the living room window.
     
    “Looks like Jack and his crew. I’m rather impressed at him you know.” 
     
    Ellen smiled as Celine’s immediately walked over to the window to stand beside Ellis who placed his arm around her so naturally that it felt like they’d been a couple forever. 
     
    “There’s three cars full of them! Wow. Way to go Jack!” 
     
    Watching from a little further back Ellen fluctuated between looking at Celine and Ellis and watching the group of enthusiastic cheerful looking people approach the main door. Daniel was the only one to actually go and let them in as the noise level rose significantly at the influx of so many strangers. Jack carefully introduced everyone as they all shook hands and chatted until Daniel gathered everyone to explain what was happening. He was just in the middle of talking when Celine jumped up in excitement at the window. 
     
    “This looks like it all coming now! Let’s go get it all unloaded!” 
     
    Like a swarm of locusts Ellen joined the back of the crowd with Daniel as they made their way to the car park. Using her weight to keep the heavy security door open Ellen stood back as boxes moved past her flanked by people of all shapes and sizes and colours as an entire removal lorry full of beds and sofas offloaded from the car park to a community flat on the ground floor. Wondering where on earth it was all going Ellen held the door until the final box was taken in before joining the others in the flat. 
     
    Celine, ever the most organised person she’d ever met, had already organised everything into two neat piles with the bed boxes all stacked neatly in the living room and the sofa boxes all stored in the two bedrooms. Dividing everyone up into teams of threes she was just instructing people on the various free places they could use to build a bed each when Ellis interrupted her loudly. 
     
    “Sorry to disturb you Celine but I think you need to see this.” 
     
    Rushing to the window like everyone else Ellen stared at the fleet of navy Dundee city council vans all pulling into the car park one after the other. It was Daniel who seemed to take charge after that. 
     
    “If everyone would kindly wait here for a few minutes while my colleagues and myself see what’s going on.”
     
    “Should we make a start on some beds?” 
     
    Following behind Daniel Ellen looked back at Jack trying to hide her concern about what was going on. 
     
    “That would be great Jack. Thanks.” 
     
    Standing outside the tower block with Celine one side and Daniel the other Ellen felt small and scared as they watched Keith Bryan get out of one of the vans and approach them looking cocky and smug. 
     
    “Oh. I see you brought your friends with you again Miss Cartier. Well I’m sure they will be as pleased to see us at work as you will. Now if you will please excuse us we have some items to deliver here this morning. I do hope your own delivery arrives in time dear. Whatever it is you are waiting for.” 
     
    Seeing Keith turn around and give a patronising thumbs up to someone Ellen noticed a flurry of activity as the boots to four vans opened in almost synchrony and men seemed to start unloading things. Without even an ‘excuse me’ Keith barged right past her leading the way as what looked like old hospital beds with metal sides and waterproof mattresses were pushed past them into lifts by silent council workers. These were followed by green, cyan and brown upright padded chairs that Ellen thought looked like they’d come direct from a hospice. With no idea where any of the items were being taken to Ellen stared in disbelief as more and more awful looking items passed her by. Trapped by the never ended stream of furniture and people she was desperate to get back to Jack as she looked at Celine beside her who actually seemed happy. 
     
    “Just leave him to it Ellen. He’s doing us a huge favour. He’ll be gone soon enough.” 
     
    Sure enough as the last item moved in front of them allowing the three of them to get back into the tower block at last Keith entered the lift himself grinning like a Cheshire cat. Closing the community flat door to prevent Keith seeing what Jack and his helpers were up to Ellen looked up at Daniel and Celine curiously. 
     
    “Did anyone else think that looked like Keith had just emptied a couple of wards of the local hospital or was it just me?” 
     
    “More like he robbed the local nursing home or something.” 
     
    “You know guys I really don’t care where he got it all from. The fact is he’s done us a huge favour. I know those beds look grim but they’re better than nothing and right now we just need to get 66 flats furnished by the end of today. I bet you anything Keith will be out of here before we know it. He’s allergic to hard work that man. Let’s just leave him to it. I’m going to check on the real workers and see how they’re doing. Just make sure if you see him to get the keys off him ok!” 
     
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    Mbgpeelover got a reaction from WetNick88 in Anything to Confess?   
    Chapter 269
     
    Megan
     
    My poor sister is practically dumped on the bed, kissed goodnight and tucked in as I rush quickly back out of the room to be with Liam. Just thinking about him really wanting to go to the toilet is making my head spin with excitement. Sitting back down beside him and seeing his bladder bulge, rubbing it and even pressing gently on it while I watch his reaction is such a huge turn on I can already feel my underwear dampening. 
     
    As Liam squirms I am reminded of earlier in the day with Father Reilly and the long period watching him struggling silently. Until I met Liam I wasn’t even aware just how sexy seeing a man holding a full bladder was and even then I’d always questioned if my desires were ignited because of the desperation, and the inevitable movements that occurred as a result, or the mere fact I was already seriously attracted to Liam. It wasn’t until the incident with Gareth when he picked us up at the ferry port in England that I realised just how powerful and compelling seeing any man bursting was to me. Even so I would never have thought I would find my own priest, a man almost twice my age, alluring because of how he was behaving with a full bladder. However, I can’t deny that sitting alone with Father Reilly knowing full well he was aching to piss and not wanting to admit it was one of the most secretly arousing experiences ever. Admitting some of that to Liam is more than a little embarrassing to say the least! 
     
    His reaction to my confession is undoubtedly wonderful and understanding though as he pulls me very swiftly much closer as we kiss affectionately and passionately, so much so that I know already where things are leading and I need to be there so badly! Liam is drawing me in to a place of no return and not only am I more than willing I’m driving into it head first at speed! I don’t want the kiss to end, if anything I feel such a compelling need to strip off my clothing and consummate our bodies together that I would rip off everything in a rage of sexual desire if it wasn’t for Liam holding me tightly close to him. 
     
    I’m a little confused and disappointed when he rather suddenly pulls back until I notice his hand gripping his crotch like his life depends on it and he gasps that he has to piss so bad. His words instantly turn the tap on even stronger between my sopping vagina and gooey thin mucus sticks to the gusset of my underwear tingling and begging me to get back to the task at hand. There’s no way Liam is getting to the bathroom until I’ve climaxed, though fortunately for him I can feel my body fast approaching that place and with the right moves I’ll be shaking and panting in minutes. Oh God am I horny! 
     
    Gazing at Liam as he wriggles and writhes I have this lovely wonderful memory of a time I met him after work when he’d dropped a note through my door telling me where to meet him. We almost missed each other as he came off the work minibus as he seemed so wrapped up in his own world but then suddenly he saw me, our eyes met and I knew that day that we had connected. As I tell him my sudden memory, as he changes position yet again and rubs his distended swollen bladder, he fills me in on how he’d been unable to pee all that day at work and how he’d been so desperate to go on the minibus that his colleagues noticed and slagged him crazy. To think I had no idea of all that as we sat opposite a fountain of all places and we held hands and talked properly for the first time ever. Watching him twisting and tensing exactly as he did on the bench has me grasping at my own thighs as my nipples tingle and my back sweats as my entire body feels it might burst with sexual need. 
     
    As Liam suddenly stands up from the seat moving from foot to foot and pressing his legs together I remind him of the time he came to see me at home before mam went into hospital one Wednesday. I remember Yasmin was in her jumperoo that she loved so much and I was trying to keep Liam and the baby quiet as mam was upstairs sleeping. Once again I had no idea Liam really wanted to use the bathroom as he stood in the kitchen holding my sister trying to keep her quiet while I made lunch. It was only when I turned to see him rocking from side to side exactly as he’s doing now that I suspected anything, though my suspicions were confirmed very quickly when he ate with one hand under the table obviously gripping and squeezing his penis, again exactly as I’m seeing him do now right in front of me. 
     
    I love how he clearly remembers every single detail about that afternoon too recalling in detail, between squeezing , bending forwards and biting his lips, how I stripped off my clothes in an effort to give him something to pee on as he shook with such urgency on the armchair my dad always sat in when home. I love how our first act of sex holds such precious memories for Liam, as it does me, as my heart overflows with love and need for the bursting sexy man squirming openly in front of me. I’m more than ready, more than open, more that lubricated and I urgently crave to have Liam make love to me…but the foreplay of memories continues. 
     
    I can’t believe what I’m hearing that the man of my dreams, the man I adore with every fibre of my being, the mam who has stolen my heart, actually loved me from the moment he first met me in the launderette! I slip one of my hands under my skirt as I have to stroke my vibrating vagina, I have to touch my tantalising teasing and throbbing lady parts over my knickers as Liam pee dances and confesses openly and lovingly that he wanked to the memory of our first meeting and my embarrassing wetting. I had no idea and I could easily masturbate myself at just that statement as the conversation naturally moves on to the day of my brother’s first communion and all that happened that day too. 
     
    I’m so engrossed in the memories and my exploding libido and the way my entire body is now hot and bothered and drawing me closer and closer to climax as I gaze up to catch Liam’s eyes and see a spark, a longing, a lust that makes my eyes wander down to his crotch as I realise that his hand is gripping tightly now to a very erect bulge in his trousers. Wether it’s been the memories or his constant squeezing and touching of his anatomy, or what I am doing right in front of him or a combination, I don’t know but it’s very obvious to us both that our bodies are both more than ready now and our minds even more so as I gaze adoringly as Liam pulls his clothing down right in front of my eyes revealing the most delicious and desirable penis a woman could ever lay eyes on. I have to touch it. I can’t stop myself. 
     
    I stand up to reach better as Liam reaches down and lifts my top over my head gently but sexily followed quickly by my skirt and even my knickers. I gasp as he looks in shock at the crotch of my panties as the entire area is full of stretchy wet mucus as he fingers at it in awe. 
     
    “Geez oh baby! It’s almost like you’ve wet yourself in these!” 
     
    I smile and giggle like a little girl as Liam reaches his hand down to where my knickers previously were and his fingers explore my most sensitive, and currently dripping wet swollen, vaginal lips and rock hard clitoris. As his fingers slide in so easily I feel his hardness sliding up and down against my stomach as I bend my head and swirl my tongue around the tip causing him to gasp and draw breath. 
     
    “Shit babe! I almost came there! You are so fucking wet and open tonight I could get a bloody car exhaust pipe in there! Oh Megan, I absolutely adore you. Now either I get inside you or I’ll be splattering your entire body with semen. Fuck I am so bloody close honey!” 
     
    Liam pushes me back, lovingly yet urgently, as I slide back on the two seater couch steadying myself with my elbows at either side of the seat my legs open and facing Liam as my nakedness surrounds him drawing him in. With his hands guiding it Liam guides his manhood towards the very obvious entrance to my body as he steps forwards thrusting gently but firmly. The sensation of his sliding in easily tickles but lures me as I grip him and suck him in with every thrust and jerk as my legs tense and my pelvis rocks in exact time with Liam’s body. It’s steady, then fast, then steady then fast again as Liam pants with passion and desire as he holds my legs open and pushes his own hips forwards into mine. 
     
    I feel it happen unexpectedly quickly as my head automatically tips back as my body shakes with the intensity and fulfilment of Liam emptying himself inside me, the warmth of his explosion making me feel giddy with joy. How can such a beautiful, passionate, loving experience somehow be sin? How can a loving God, who made me fearfully and wonderfully and in his image, and who therefore created my very sexual desires and lust, not want me to have those very needs fulfilled like this? It’s not like I’m exposing myself and giving myself away to anyone. This is reserved for one man only and he’s currently breathing on my cheek with his penis still inside me. 
     
    Thinking back to so many memories, so many times, and even the very way we met, surely God has to have had a hand in all that? So Liam isn’t a fully christened Catholic yet but does that really matter? It certainly used to matter greatly to me but that was before I met Liam, that was before I fell in love. 
     
    Isn’t it crazy how meeting someone can change so much about you? 
     
    “Megan? You ok honey? I don’t want to fuck you and run or anything but Jesus Christ I really gotta rush to the bathroom babe! Be right back, promise!” 
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    Mbgpeelover got a reaction from WetNick88 in Anything to Confess?   
    Chapter 268
     
    Liam
     
    Please don’t think I don’t adore the baby because I absolutely do, but boy am I delighted when Megan puts her to bed and I finally have my lady all to myself. As she sits beside me on the two seater couch, our legs rubbing against each other and her eyes glowing, I untuck my top and pull it up to show off my bloated bladder and prove I meant every word when I said I had to pee. Feeling her hand gently rubbing it round and round and lightly pressing on it makes my muscles tense but my nerves tingle with excitement. I have known that seeing a woman bursting for the toilet has been a huge turn on for me for years but never ever would I have imagined how arousing and sexy I would find holding my own desperate bladder for a woman knowing all the time that my holding and squirming is arousing her too. 
     
    My right hand is up at the back of Megan’s neck running my fingers through her hair and struggling not to kiss her deeply whilst my left hand is grasping as my own knee urgently wanting to squeeze my cock as it shakes in my underwear and trousers. I haven’t been to the toilet since before I took Yasmin out a walk earlier. I had a glass of juice before leaving, a glass of iced water in the priest’s house, which I drank deliberately to tease Father Reilly, and I’ve just had more water and tea with my dinner! No wonder my bladder feels rock hard, my testicles ache and my penis is quivering! 
     
    It’s like Megan can read my mind as she slips her hand over my crotch feeling for my semi erect penis and cupping the palm of her hand over it. 
     
    “Can you wait a bit sweetheart?” 
     
    “Mmmm”, I nod back, unable to focus on finding words in my overly excited and stressed brain. 
     
    “Good. I mean Father Reilly was bursting for ages wasn’t he? Thinking back he was crossing his legs and moving around not long after I arrived. He must have been so so desperate the whole time we were there.” 
     
    “It sure looked like it. Megan, can I ask you something?” 
     
    “Of course.” 
     
    “Were you turned on watching Father Reilly like that?” 
     
    I can see her cheeks blushing and that sexy way her lips shake a little when she’s nervous. I’m pretty sure I already know the answer but the thought of her admitting it still turns me on. 
     
    “I’m not attracted to him. Never have been. But seeing him fidgeting on a seat in front of me, then turning away from us with a hand in his pocket, then unable to stand still at the door…yes that did make me very excited. I didn’t want him wetting himself like he did and I really feel for him now but seeing him obviously needing to pee very badly but not wanting to admit it, yes that turned me on…quite a lot actually.” 
     
    I can’t hold back as I use my right hand to pull Megan’s face gently closer to mine as our lips touch sending waves of excitement throughout my body like I’m on fire. It’s every bit as thrilling, as stimulating, as wonderful as the very first time our lips met as our tongues explore and delight in each other and my hands caress various parts of Megan’s beautiful body. Even as our mouths interlock together though, and my penis grows more, I still can’t shake that ceaseless tingling in the tip of my dick reminding me that regardless how sexually aroused I am I still very much need to piss, and that need is growing and increasing by the minute. 
     
    I pull back first, having to grab myself and twist my legs. 
     
    “Sorry babe. I gotta piss.” 
     
    “I know. Oh Liam I do so love it when you get restless and squirmy like this. Do you remember that time I met you at the fountain after work? I knew you had to go right away from the way you were sitting on that bench and the fact you kept changing position, but just like Father Reilly you didn’t say. Do you remember me taking you to the recycling bins that day? I loved watching you trying to hold on even when you were really really bursting.” 
     
    “Oh boy I remember that time so well. I’d been holding on for hours at work and I was getting teased so bad on the minibus because I couldn’t even sit still. I honestly thought I was going to burst sitting on that bench with you. At least the rain helped hide what I was doing that time!”
     
    “That was so hot! What about the time you came to mine and mam was upstairs sleeping and you really wanted to use my toilet? Oh how I was so horny watching you dancing foot to foot in my kitchen holding Yasmin for the first time and then holding yourself under the table while eating scrambled egg and toast. Do you remember how that one ended?” 
     
    “Megan I will never ever forget that! You stripping naked and using your clothing to soak up my piss. That was our first time and it was honestly the most amazing sex I’ve  ever had! You are so incredible, so beautiful, so perfect, and you drive me crazy with desire. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you and there’s no other woman who could attract and fulfil me like you do. From the moment I first laid eyes on you in that launderette I knew you were special. I was rock hard watching you squirming on that plastic chair and nearly erupted in my jeans when you walked out with the bum of your legging soaking wet. Have I ever told you how often I got off just replaying that day in my mind? I had to find you! I was consumed by you so much!” 
     
    “And I was the same with you! I had never been so turned on in my life before and I tried so many times to recreate that same feeling by holding my bladder all the time afterwards. That wasn’t exactly difficult in the Murphy house though with just one toilet, especially when everyone was home like at Anthony’s first communion. I never even got to use the toilet before we left for chapel that day!” 
     
    “Oh fuck Megan now that was some day too! You know what’s so ironic though? If Shaun hadn’t given me overtime that day I would never have seen you outside the chapel holding yourself trying to hide behind the buggy. God you looked adorable like that. And then what happened at the back of the chapel…sheesh I am rock hard here just remembering it! The way you pissed so much on that bin bag. God is it any wonder I touched you up?”
     
    “I’ve had many an orgasm thinking about that incident too. Your touch still does that to me Liam. I hope it always does too. You were my first and I can’t ever imagine ever being with anyone else.” 
     
    “Never mind your touch baby, just your eyes on me and your voice sends me wild…and you only need to text that you have to pee and I’m putty in your hands. Every single time. See what even just talking about this does to me?” 
     
    I pull down my trousers and underwear as my long hard penis springs out as Megan immediately reaches for it and strokes it making me gasp. 
     
    “Would you like to see what this is doing to me then too?” 
     
    “Oh fuck yes! I want the whole fucking sensory experience too babe. I mean since you’re touching me it only seems fair that I get to touch you too?” 
     
    “Oh absolutely. Seeing as we are all alone for once we may as well make use of the time eh. I assume peeing isn’t your number one priority now though?” 
     
    “Ah. Yes. I still need that but something rather more urgent has…emm…cropped up. You don’t mind if I deal with that first do you?” 
     
    “I’m sure we can work together on that one if you’d like?” 
     
    “Oh God yes please!” 
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    Chapter 267
     
    Megan 
     
    After Father O’Hara leaves I feed Yasmin some baby food that Liam warms for her. She’s so hungry, bless her, and I can hardly get the food into her quick enough! She even happily sips some water from her tippy cup too which makes me so proud of her. Until recently she only played with it and only really drank from a bottle.
     
     I’m glad she’s eating quickly as ever since I saw Father Reilly grab himself at the door of the parochial house I’ve been really needing to pee. The chat in the car park just seemed to make it worse and then seeing Father Reilly shaking his leg then accidentally peeing himself only made me feel a very strong urge to do the same! Sitting in the back of the car holding Yasmin tightly I had to hold myself I was so desperate but I just couldn’t bring myself to hand Yasmin over to .Liam when he was busy putting all the food away and Yasmin was crying with hunger. I had hoped sitting down would help. 
     
    All it’s doing though is putting more pressure on my bladder as Yasmin moves around on my knee while I feed her. With Liam now cooking tea I really don’t want to interrupt him so I try and soldier on despite the constant pressure and tingling. As I scape the bowl for the last few spoonfuls I remember all the water I had at the house with the priest and I know I’m going to have to go pee before dinner is ready. Yasmin is still looking for more food though and I figure if I can just make it through feeding her some yoghurt then Liam will be free to hold her while I rush to the bathroom. 
     
    As soon as I stand up though I realise it’s very very bad and my bladder almost gives in then and there in front of the open fridge. I can’t stand still at all, in fact I can barely keep hold of Yasmin as I march on the spot, squirming  and dancing around begging Liam to take the baby because I know if he doesn’t there’s a high chance I’ll drop her and piss myself just like Father Reilly did. Thankfully Liam grabs Yasmin and I dash to the toilet urgently only just making it. The relief is incredible, though I am left more than a little turned on both from watching the priest needing to go for so long and the intensity of the pressure from my own bladder. I’m hoping  Liam might be in the mood later as my body most definitely is now! 
     
    Despite the cheapness of the food dinner is delicious and I’m so proud of Liam for cooking it.  Yasmin is such a delight sitting great on Liam’s knee while we eat and talk too. I know Liam is really struggling to understand why I plan on taking Yasmin back to man and dad but I did wrong and I need to make it right. Besides I have plans to fight for Yasmin. I love her far too much to ever see her be put in care. 
     
    Then out of the blue Liam suddenly says about his mam in France. He’s only just back from is aunt’s funeral and now this! My heart aches for him and I honestly can’t believe how he’s waited all afternoon to share with me. I just want to hold him, make everything alright for him, heal his pain. I wrap my arms around him while he’s still sitting down with my sister on his lap. He talks a little about how he’s feeling as I continue holding him and feeling his breath on my cheek. The warmth, the sound of his voice and the touch of his body against mine are all only serving to turn me on even more. Yet now it doesn’t feel right. I don’t want to take advantage of Liam’s vulnerability or make him think I only want one thing, even though my desire for that one thing is very very high right now. 
     
    I kiss his cheek and take the baby off him and decide to leave the dishes until later. Putting Yasmin on the floor to play with a few of her toys in the living room I stand at the kitchen door and ask Liam if he’d like a tea or coffee. It feels good to not worry if we have enough milk or sugar for once as I return to the kitchen and make two mugs of tea. Having learnt from what happened in England we make doubly sure to keep the mugs well away from Yasmin as I leave mine to cool while I play on the floor with the baby. Liam gets a text on his phone that he reads out. It’s an update from Leah saying the doctors don’t expect his mam to last another night. Immediately I leave the baby, sit beside my fiancée and hold him in my arms again. It doesn’t matter what his mam has done she’s still his mam and always will be. The grief of his Aunt Ella is still so raw too as he rests his head on my shoulder and welcomes my hug. 
     
    He doesn’t cry though as I change the subject to something lighter and mention that I think Yasmin is far too tired for a bath and that I’ll just go get her pyjamas and a clean nappy and get her ready for bed. Liam nods and smiles at Yasmin who is lying yawning on the carpet at his feet. On my return I get Yasmin cleaned and changed and warm her up some milk in a bottle. Wanting to give Liam space I sit opposite him in the arm chair enjoying looking at his handsome face and sexy body as Yasmin sucks contentedly on her milk already half asleep. 
     
    Liam puts his empty mug on the floor then sits quietly watching me. I can’t help but notice his hand is casually resting on his crotch as he smiles across at me with his eyes sparking. 
     
    “You really are beautiful Megan. You know that?” 
     
    “Thank you! You happen to be very handsome yourself Liam Jude.” 
     
    There’s a glint in his eyes and a hint of a sexy smirk from his mouth as he rubs lightly on his crotch with his fingers enticingly right in front of me and his words sends shivers up my spine. 
     
    “I was just wondering Miss Murphy, if just supposing I had to piss right now might make me maybe seem a little more handsome perhaps?” 
     
    “Mmm now that depends. Now if you were maybe say, ‘Father Reilly looking out the window squeezing your cock secretly trying to hide how bursting you are’ have to piss I would say that might make you a bit more handsome, but then again if you got to ‘shaking your leg frantically but still refusing to admit your bladder is about to burst spectacularly in front of people in a car park because you’ve been desperate to pee for hours but were too stubborn to admit it because you think self control is some godly virtue so you them wet yourself in disgrace’ need to pee….now that would very easily put you on an off the scale more handsome I think.” 
     
    “How about you put that baby to bed then feel my bladder and lower body and you can  decide for yourself where I am on your Father Reilly scale? Would that help?” 
     
    My heart is reaching and my wet vagina throbbing. I can’t get off the chair and get my sister to bed fast enough. I’m sorry Father Reilly but whatever you think of me right now, and wether you agree or not, I just need this so much. Sin or not I love Liam and he loves me and right now the fact he’s clearly nursing a full bladder and waiting for me to return is almost making me climax in anticipation. It’s not exactly like you’ve mastered self control yet yourself now anyway, have you? 
     
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    Chapter 266
     
    Liam 
     
    I’m not sure what I thought this other priest would look like but Father O’Hara is about one of the last men I would place as a church priest. He’s easily only in his thirties, enthusiastic, friendly and down to earth. I’ve been living off the food bank for some time now but this man comes across as totally genuine, generous and understanding. I can’t believe the amount of stuff in the boot of his car that he’s giving us for free! And on top of that he even offers to drop us back at mine. 
     
    The conversation in the car is dominated by what we all just witnessed back in the chapel car park. I do feel a little guilty for teasing Father Reilly but what I can’t understand is why he just didn’t go to his own bathroom. We’re all human after all…even priests! The ride home isn’t long at all as Megan carries Yasmin in while Father O’Hara and myself do several trips to the car for the buggy and all the food and supplies. I shake his hand before leaving and he hands me a card with his details on telling us to contact him anytime. I thank him over and over again then after closing the door I return to the kitchen to start putting everything away. Yasmin is crying so I pause to help Megan find something for her to eat and heat it up in the microwave, handing it to Megan before finishing finding room for everything. Megan is sitting behind me at the small kitchen table with Yasmin on her knee feeding her when I turn to talk to her. 
     
    “I don’t think I’ve ever had this much food in here ever since I arrived from England. I can’t get over how much there is.” 
     
    “I know. It’s not cheap stuff either. I’m so glad there was baby food too. I don’t think this little one could have waited a minute longer for her dinner. What is this? She absolutely loving it.”
     
    I check the jar on the counter and read out what it is before offering to start cooking our own dinner, though I have no idea what to even do. Megan mentions the chicken she got in Lidl which needs used today and the jar of sauce. She starts talking me through what to do instructing me the cut and lightly fry the chicken and put some rice on to cook. She suggests adding some fresh vegetables now we have some and I cut up some spring onion, green pepper and carrot and add them to the chicken in the pot while she continues feeding Yasmin. I pause to hand her a drink for the baby and notice she looks much more flustered than usual. 
     
    “Open the jar of sauce now and add it to the chicken. The rice needs turned down to simmer too. It’s smelling good though.”
     
    I do as she instructs feeling rather proud of myself as Megan suddenly stands up holding the baby. 
     
    “She’s finished all that dinner haven’t you beautiful? Let’s see if there’s a yogurt for you now shall we.” 
     
    I stir the meal in the pot while I watch Megan open the fridge while holding the baby as she reaches in for the yoghurts and struggles to separate one. Handing me the packet I snap one off, put it on the counter, and put the others back in the fridge as I close the fridge and watch as Megan suddenly starts dancing up and down frantically whilst still holding Yasmin. 
     
    “Liam sorry you’re going to have to take Yasmin a minute! I’ve really got to go to the toilet. I was hoping to finish feeding Yasmin first but…sorry I’m dying to go!” 
     
    I can’t help staring at Megan in awe as I put my hands out to take the child. Fuck she’s sexy as hell when she pee dances like that!
     
    Yasmin smiles at me clearly more content now her tummy is full as I stir the chicken and decide it must be pretty much ready now as I open a cupboard for two dinner plates and find a serving spoon to dish up. I have the spoon in the pot of rice about to serve it just as Megan returns. 
     
    “Liam don’t! Stop! You need to rinse the rice first honey. Hold on I’ll take over.” 
     
    I step back as Megan boils the kettle and rinses the rice as I sit down and feed the baby her yoghurt. She’s on the last mouthful when Megan puts a plate of delicious food down in front of me. 
     
    “What would you like to drink honey?” 
     
    “Water is fine. Thank you.” 
     
    Yasmin is happy to remain on my knee as we eat and drink together as Megan opens up about all that Father Reilly said to her earlier and how she plans to take Yasmin back home after the holiday weekend . I can’t help but kiss the child on her head as I feel my emotions bubbling at the thought of losing her. 
     
    “Are you really sure about this?”
     
    “I’m not giving up on her Liam. Think about it. The police came to check on her in England and saw she was fine. Her legs are so much better now and she’s thriving with us. We’ve now got plenty food and she has somewhere safe and warm to sleep. Mam has a long history of mental health struggles with a hospital report stating she’s not to be responsible for anyone. Dad works all the time. None of my siblings want Yasmin and it’ll cost social services heaps to put her into care. Let’s play Shaun at his own game. Besides I need to do the right thing. I can’t live my life always feeling I did it all wrong. Yasmin deserves better. I need to trust God no matter how hard this is.” 
     
    I nod. She makes it sound easy. For me it’s anything but. 
     
    Then just as Megan picks up the empty plates and takes them to the sink I suddenly remember something. 
     
    “With everything that’s happened this afternoon honey I forgot to tell you something. I had a call earlier from France. Leah called. Mum’s deteriorated a lot and it doesn’t look like she’s going to even get a transplant now. Leah reckons she doesn’t have much longer left.” 
     
    Megan turns to look at me, an empty glass still in her hands. 
     
    “Oh Liam. I’m so so sorry love. How are you feeling about that?” 
     
    I shrug. No-one would want to hear news like that but I haven’t seen my mum in years now. It’s 16 years since I last lived with her and hearing she wouldn’t even tell her new family about me has marred things such a lot. With Aunt Ella it was different, and her loss still breaks my heart, but I’ve kind of grieved my mum’s loss so many times since she abandoned me already. Yet somehow it still hurts as I look at my wonderful girlfriend and tell her the truth. 
     
    “I don’t know. It’s sad but not like it was, and still is, with Aunt Ella. Maybe she’ll pull through. I don’t know really.” 
     
    She puts the glass down and hugs me even while I’m still holding her little sister on my knee. 
     
    At least I have my Megan know. Her love means everything to me and right now she’s the epitome of loving and sexy as I smell the enticing aroma of her hair close to my nose and think about having just seen her squirming needing to wee so bad. I could have her like that forever, if only that was possible. 
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    Daniel remembers something vital 
     
    Feeling so much more relaxed and happy Daniel washed his hands listening to Ellen as she talked about going for a shower. Looking up at her messy damp hair he smiled remembering what was in it as he returned to the living room to tidy up. Mopping the floor and wiping the couch down he washed the mugs then headed upstairs to shower too. The hot powerful shower was so refreshing and welcoming as he yawned after a long day in Dundee. Rubbing his hair with the towel he stepped out, just as he usually did, forgetting that Ellen was in the room and would see his naked body. Walking straight to his wardrobe he slid it open and quickly pulled on some fresh underwear. Leaving the towel to dry on the radiator he returned downstairs to lock the back door and put all the phones and things on charge before returning to bed, curling up and closing his eyes. 
     
    It was so good to be in his own bed again with his warm familiar duvet. Within minutes he could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness, not even stirring until his alarm went off at 6am. Suddenly remembering that Ellen was beside him he rolled over to gaze at her beautiful face seeing her gorgeous hazel eyes looking right at him. Opening his arm to invite her to snuggle close he kissed her sweetly on the lips as they chatted quietly about the day ahead. Ellen was right, this was the start of their final week working together, the week they’d been unknowingly working towards for the last 12 months. On Thursday he’d be expected back in the office that he hadn’t even missed, returning to his previous duties of housing officer like the Adventurer II had never even existed. 
     
    Reluctantly getting up he went for a quick pee then collected the glasses he’d brought up full of water that they’d drank before sleeping. Washing them up whilst thinking about breakfast he checked the cupboards to see what was in. He was still getting used to catering for two but there was bread, some eggs, plenty cereal and some sachets of microwave porridge. Waiting until Ellen came into the kitchen he showed her the choices and opted for the same choice as her: the golden syrup porridge. Eating their breakfast at the dining table with mugs of tea and coffee Daniel felt life couldn’t get any better as they washed up, finished dressing and getting ready then left at exactly 7:30am. 
     
    The roads were quieter and it was still dark as Daniel drove the now familiar route. Chatting freely they were on the M73 then the M80 and then the M9, which quickly moved onto a simple A road as they headed north. Watching the sun rising was beautiful and romantic, though Daniel remained focused on driving as the traffic thickened quickly as they approached Stirling and headed towards Perth. Making steady progress Daniel heard Ellen’s phone beep with a text as he concentrated on the road ahead as the traffic slowed down temporarily. 
     
    “That was Celine. I reckon they’re about ten minutes or so behind us. They’ve just joined the M9. Jack has miraculously managed to round up 10 volunteers so far but he’s hopeful more will join later this morning and IKEA have confirmed they expect to be at Tulloch Court before 10am. Hopefully a few of the refugees who have already moved are available to help too. I have no idea how long it will take to build these beds but 50 is a hell of a lot to get done in one day.” 
     
    “There’s the sofas too. Don’t forget the sofas.” 
     
    Wether it was the worry of how much they could realistically do in just one day or the stress of how it would all work Daniel didn’t know but as he continued along the A9 Ellen was uncharacteristically quiet. Seeing signs for Broxden roundabout as they neared Perth Daniel patted Ellen lightly on her leg. 
     
    “You ok honey?” 
     
    “Yeah. Just trying to work out the maths. Even if between us we could build five beds in an hour that’s still going to take ten hours just to get all the beds built! It just feels so impossible. It’s not Celine’s fault. In fact if it wasn’t for her we wouldn’t have any beds at all, but flat pack wasn’t really a viable option. Not on this scale. We started with 130 refugees but then Ruslana and Nadia returned making it 132. 12 of those have already moved so that leaves us with 120, but since then we’ve lost the Kravchencos, Bohdana Kovalenko and Stepan Guru, though we’re still not sure what’s happening with him. So there’s at least 117 people we need beds for. I can’t remember how many we moved yesterday. I think I gave the sheet to Celine. I’m just trying to see if we really need all 50 beds. I don’t even know if they’re doubles or singles.” 
     
    “All we can do is our best. To be honest we’re going well above and beyond what we should be anyway. I know it sounds terrible Ellen but if any of the refugees arrive on Wednesday and have no beds or sofas then it only serves to highlight how unorganised and downright negligent Dundee City Council have been through all this. We were there all day yesterday moving donated furniture and goods and not once did I see a single person from Dundee council. Did you?” 
     
    “No. And I know you are right. It’s just..it’s just that I would feel so awful if we moved everyone and they walked into empty flats without even so much as the basics.” 
     
    “I know. Ellen, I’ve just had a horrible thought: you know we’re heading all the way over here and we only have the keys to the ground floor flats? That’s assuming Celine hasn’t forgotten them! Rob was the one that unlocked all the flats yesterday for us and he said he was handing the keys back to the council this morning. I can’t believe none of us even thought about that.” 
     
    “Shit! You’re right! I’ll text Celine and see what her thoughts are. I’ve got such a bad feeling about this Daniel! We could have been getting on with things back in Glasgow instead of wasting time and petrol driving all this way to Dundee on a fruitless wasted journey!” 
     
    “Let’s see what Celine says. She might have a plan.” 
     
    Leaving Ellen to text Celine Daniel manoeuvred around Broxden roundabout onto the M90 towards Dundee. Finally moving again he sped up to 70 as he attempted to make up the lost time again. Waiting to hear any news on things he sat patiently until Ellen updated him. 
     
    “Right. Oh you’re going to love this Daniel. So Celine had already thought about it. She emailed Keith last night informing him that there was an important delivery arriving at the flats this morning and that if someone wasn’t there with the keys to the flats by 10am she would be contacting Chris Law, the MP for Dundee West asking him to investigate what the council were doing with the millions of government funding they’d been given to support the relocation of the refugees to Dundee.” 
     
    “She did what?” 
     
    “She’s got balls that’s for sure!” 
     
    “Has she heard back from him?” 
     
    “Not yet but she’s just text to say we’ve not to worry because if no one turns up she plans to dump all 50 beds and couches in the council headquarters car park in the city centre!” 
     
    “Yikes! This could get interesting!” 
     
    “At least she’s not alone this time. I can’t see them doing anything to her with Ellis about or with us there too. Let’s hope Keith sees sense and turns up.” 
     
    Driving past the Shell petrol station at Inchmichael on the opposite side of the duel carriageway Daniel thought to himself. So far Keith Bryan had been nothing but a liability but now they had no choice but to rely on him. Without a film crew to impress or cameras to record his presence would he actually turn up? He hated relying on other people and had had many sleepless nights panicking that everyone was actually doing as they said they were to make Project New Adventure work but this felt like a risk too far. 
     
    They were almost at Dundee now yet they had no confirmation that they could gain entry into the very flats they needed to. The stress and anxiety made him sweat and feel like he needed to pee due to nerves. Even if they did manage to build any sofas and beds without keys to the flats they were useless. It was all such a mess. Such a stressful horrible mess. 
     
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    Ending the day on a positive 
     
    Forgetting that she was still bleeding Daniel’s words and his accompanying actions made Ellen feel so turned on that she placed a hand on Daniel’s knee determined that he wouldn’t just jump off the couch and go pee. He was in exactly the state she wanted him to be and she was in no hurry to change that. Wriggling off the couch she positioned herself right in front of her squirming boyfriend as she watched him fidget and squeeze himself trying to hold on. As he moaned about how badly he had to go she knelt down on the carpet and pressed her head between his legs, pushing his hands away and taking his adorable cock into her mouth to lick it and explore it with her tongue. Feeling it immediately enlarging and growing she circled the warm head with her tongue then licked from his testicles right to the top and back again watching and listening as Daniel’s body squirmed and bounced under her. 
     
    “I really need to pee Ellen. I’m struggling to hold this. I’m bursting to go!” 
     
    The more Daniel moaned and begged the hotter it was for Ellen and the more she wanted to delay him by turning him on. Taking his long dick in her mouth she began sucking steadily up and down over and over, slower and then faster as Daniel writhed and moaned. Pausing and pulling out for air she gasped as she watched Daniel’s dark thick penis shake as a spurt of urine shot out into her hair and onto her shoulders. Feeling the splashes on her body only intensified her desires exponentially as Ellen immediately grabbed Daniel’s penis and began rubbing it with her hand. It was clear that poor Daniel was beyond desperate as he bounced and wriggled on the seat even as she rubbed faster and faster. 
     
    Another long spurt shot out but this only made Ellen’s desire to make her boyfriend cum even stronger. Continuing with her rubbing she watched curiously as Daniel’s face contorted and grimaced, turning from pain to extreme pleasure as his forehead dripped with sweat and his hairline dampened. His dark green eyes shone with sexual need as she rubbed faster and faster and harder and harder from the base of his shaft to the top over and over, loving every minute, until Daniel yelled out in climax as his dick shuddered and exploded with white sticky fluid that shot into her hair and naked body bringing Ellen so much delight. Laughing at white drops running down her breast Ellen leaned in closer to Daniel, steadying her vast body by leaning on the couch, as their lips met excitedly and they kissed intently. 
     
    The kissing moved on to biting and licking as they held each other’s bodies close with neither showing any inclination of parting. Only when Daniel whispered in her ear asking for permission to now pee did she feel any desire to get up even though her back was starting to ache with leaning forward so much. Pulling herself up to stand again she smiled down at Daniel as he grabbed at his sticky penis. Grabbing his arm she hauled him up and pulled him towards the downstairs toilet determined to get to watch him go. 
     
    Pushing open the bathroom door she hauled Daniel in then let his arm go as he opened his legs and stood facing the toilet. Knowing he was about to let go she raced up behind him and wrapped her hands around his waist, searching blindly for his penis before he peed everywhere. Finding it she prised Daniel’s hand away just in time as she felt liquid surge up the length of it and burst into the toilet bowl powerfully. It had to be one of the sexiest feelings in the whole world she thought to herself as the liquid steadily flowed past her fingers and out of the tip of Daniel’s dick. He seemed to pee forever until he finally slowed and stopped with a loud sigh. Shaking the last dribbles out Ellen let go to wash her hands as she commented at how badly Daniel must have needed to go. 
     
    Drying her hands on the hand towel she looked at Daniel as he washed his hands thoroughly in the small sink.
     
    “I think I ought to have a shower. You look like you could do with one too.” 
     
    “You can go first beautiful and I’ll clear up down here. You know where the towels are don’t you?” 
     
    Nodding to confirm she did Ellen left the toilet and headed upstairs to clean herself up. Turning on the powerful shower in Daniel’s ensuite she felt so alive and happy as she washed her body and hair then sat on the bed using Daniel’s hairdryer to dry her thick wavy hair. Dressed in only a pair of clean knickers Daniel walked into the room smiling as he excused himself to shower while Ellen continued to dry her hair. Looking over at Daniel’s Alexa screen Ellen noticed it was now almost 10pm. It wasn’t exactly late but they’d had a long day in Dundee and they had another early start and long day scheduled for the following day too. 
     
    Deciding she would be best getting some sleep she slid under the duvet thinking of Daniel all wet and warm and naked in the shower. It was only a few more minutes until he stepped out, rubbing his hair with a towel while the rest of his body was exposed and naked. Loving what she could see Ellen ogled her boyfriend as he opened his wardrobe for a clean pair of pants while scrubbing his hair dry with the towel. Hanging the wet towel on the radiator Daniel turned to look directly at Ellen in the bed. 
     
    “Do you want a glass of water or anything before bed?” 
     
    “Just some water will be fine. Thank you.” 
     
    Waiting while Daniel returned with the water she sat up to drink it before snuggling under the duvet again.
     
    “I’m just going downstairs to lock up and put everything on charge. I’ll be back in a bit.” 
     
    With her eyes closed and the room lit only by lamp light Ellen felt Daniel more than she heard him as he climbed into bed beside her and rolled onto his side. Falling asleep much quicker than she normally did the next thing Ellen knew was when Daniel’s alarm went off at 6am. Rubbing her eyes she rolled over to hug Daniel as he rolled over to face her smiling. Letting him kiss her Ellen cuddled into his chest wishing they didn’t need to get up quite yet. 
     
    “What time are you thinking of leaving this morning?” 
     
    “I was thinking sharp. Maybe half 7 if we’re ready on time. Avoid most of the rush hour traffic. Did you check with Aran if he’s ok about us both not being on the ship? Not sure what we’ll do if he isn’t mind you. We can’t exactly be in two places at once can we?” 
     
    “True. I’ll go drop him an email now. I don’t think he’d appreciate a call quite this early. This is it though Daniel. This is the week it all happens. Well if we can somehow get 50 beds and sofas built in time that is!” 
     
    Giving Daniel one last kiss before getting out of bed Ellen turned to him smiling. 
     
    “Are you any good at flatpack by the way?” 
     
    “I’ve never tried.” 
     
    “Oh boy. This is going to be a fun day that’s for sure.” 
     
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