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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 109d IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS: Any references made to Schools, castles and aristocratic titled personages around England, Scotland or Russia are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or named titled personages are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. This story and all the characters are 100% fiction. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site, then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. fty/donate.html Copyright and content notice. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******************** I want to wish all my readers a very Merry Christmas, And offer my season’s greetings to you all. Thank you all for joining me On this amazing journey. Stay safe. Blackscar *************************** `Forts, allow me to introduce Star of stage and screen, Miss Tessie O’Shea,’ She grabbed me and gave me a big kiss. Smiling at Gethin; it then dawned on me they had all been drinking on the plane. `Well, he is a bit of all right Air Marshall, isn’t he?’ I jumped, blushing, as she pinched my bum. I looked at Callum, who was now doubled over laughing. I panicked and bumbled `The cars this way, ma’am,’ She shrieked with laughter again. `Oh, he thinks I am a lady, I like him a lot.’ She winked as she leant in and pinched my cheek. `Lead the way, Tiger.’ ******************* Operation Pied Piper � Part 109d � Christmas 1941 Callum picks up the story I honestly thought I was going to wet myself; as you probably all expected, we had been drinking on the plane, the pilot and crew, must have been wondering what was going on, what with all the shrieks and laughter, mostly coming from Tessie, I might add; although by no means all. Gethin was laughing now, too. `Which way to the vehicle driver?’ Forts hesitated and blushed as Tessie linked arms with him and pulled him closer to her. `Err, we came in the Jeep. I didn’t realise you had anyone else with you, Gethin, sorry.’ `Ooh, does he mean me?’ Forts jumped again as his bum was pinched once more. Gethin looked at the jeep. `Well, give me the keys, I will drive, there is no way I am going in the back of that.’ He grinned. `I have wanted to drive one of these for ages. You two youngsters squeeze in the back with Tessie,’ Forts tried to shake his head. He looked absolutely panicked. `Wouldn’t she be better in the front seat?’ Gethin winked at me. `Don’t be silly Forts, all of you hop in,’ Dima wasn’t looking anymore excited by the prospect of the three of them squeezing in the back as Forts was. He finally wedged his bum in, having to cross one leg over the other to have enough room. I looked round; Tessie was killing herself laughing, one hand holding on to her winter hat. `Oh, this is no good, I will sit on handsomes here’s lap,’ Fort’s voice went up a few octaves as she lifted herself up and lowered herself down. `Oh, I don’t think,’ Tessie wriggled for a moment, pinching a blushing Fort’s cheek once more. `There, that’s better, ready when you are Air Marshall,’ Gethin had barely got the Jeep in gear when there was another shriek from the back of the Jeep. `Ooh, I am sitting on something hard,’ Tessie lifted her bum, grinning round at Forts. `Cheeky,’ Fort’s eyes nearly came out on storks as Gethin glanced back. `Fort’s you behave yourself,’ More Laughter from Tessie. `It’s my Cantel,’ Another shriek of laughter from Tessie. `Your what, Forts?’ Gethin was now practically wetting himself. `The Cantel, it’s the metal part of my sporran,’ Forts grabbed his sporran and pointed at the clasp. `Look,’ That was it. His voice faded away as the laughter grew. Only getting louder as he struggled to explain, Gethin grinned back at him. `Forts, haven’t you ever heard of the “Rule of Holes?”‘ Forts looked blank `When you’re in one, stop digging.’ More laughter as Forts blushed and became more and more embarrassed. Tessie now had her arm wrapped tightly round him; her face squished up against his; It reminded me of one of my old Grannies hugs; poor Forts. ** Davy picks up the story. `Niki, not so fast, you’re an Angel not a shooting star,’ Hugh had grabbed hold of his legs before he crashed into the stable; that Archie and Gary had built from assorted bits and pieces. Hugh looked at me as Gary, now walking again, albeit slowly, hurried to check the stable structure. `I am not sure, having Niki as both Joseph and the Angel Gabriel will work. Maybe he should just concentrate on being the Angel. What do you think?’ `You could be right, but then who do we use for Mary and Joseph?’ Hugh was jerking his head towards Gary. `Now, there was a thought, Gary and Maureen?’ Dropping his voice, Hugh whispered. `Well, she won’t need any padding and it saves us asking one of the boys to play a girl.’ Hugh winked. `Err, Gary,’ I watched him lead Gary away; I went to help Niki, now back up on the ladder, just offstage. `Go on Niki, try it once more, slowly in, arms outstretched, no giggling.’ The no giggling was probably a bit too much to ask, but watching him, I knew he would look good once he had on his wings that McPhee was making for him; he had been plodding round the Goose houses for a couple of days gathering up all the dropped white feathers he could find; the wings should look spectacular. Hugh came walking back, his arm round Gary’s shoulder; beaming. Gary, well, he looked more apprehensive. `I will ask her Hugh, but I am not making any promises she will agree,’ `Don’t give her a choice, just tell her if she wants to ruin the whole Nativity, well…’ He left it hanging in the air before laughing and patting Gary on the back. * As strange as it sounds, involving Gary in the Nativity play was a shrewd move. The only thing being he began to think big. `Animals, we need animals, why don’t we move the whole thing down to the stable block, make it really like the Nativity?’ Hugh and I stood open-mouthed. Gary was on a roll. `Yes, that would be amazing. All the school gathered in the stables, before the midnight hour; Picture it, the story of the Nativity and then Christmas Carol’s; it will be fantastic.’ He grinned at us and then smiled. `I am off to see Athol, see what he thinks?’ * Hugh shrugged his shoulders `Oh, well,’ BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP `Forts is back,’ I turned and ran for the door and down the Corridor. `Mr Thomas, this school operates a no running policy, unless I am very much mistaken,’ I stopped in my tracks as Archie came out of the staffroom. `Sorry, I,’ `No excuses Mr Thomas, please,’ I didn’t know what to say. Archie drew level and then gave me a little shove. `Out the way you,’ And off he ran down the corridor, me in fast pursuit. `Hey that’s not fair,’ We fell out the Castle door practically together, both pulling up sharply. Gethin was helping a lady out of the back of the Jeep. I watched her pinch Fort’s cheek; he was blushing and looked very nervous. `Davvveeee,’ I would recognise that voice anywhere, Callum launched himself at me and me at him. I was giving him a great hug when he stopped and looked at me. `Hey, I want more than a hug. Give me a big kiss,’ He pressed his lips to mine, a voice behind shouted. `Hey, I want a kiss too, out of the way, I outrank you,’ Callum let me go and I jumped into Gethin’s arms, kissing him on the lips too. `Davy, I have some bad news for you. Looks like you have lost your boyfriend to a star of stage and screen. Let me introduce you to Miss Tessie O’Shea,’ I glanced at Forts; he was madly shaking his head behind her back. She opened her arms and pulled me in for a kiss and hug. `Pleased to meet you, Davy. Gethin has been telling me all about you; I am hoping you’re going to join me in the show for a couple of numbers,’ I couldn’t believe it. `That would be amazing, Miss O’Shea,’ `It’s Tessie, two-ton Tessie from Tennessee,’ She let out another shriek of laughter; then glanced back at Fort’s `Come on handsome, what does a lady have to do to get a drink round here?’ Fort’s eyes met mine again. He was mouthing, “She is crazy”, as she turned and looked back. She couldn’t stop herself ankara escort from grinning. Giving me a little wink, she leaned into my ear. `Don’t worry, son, your boyfriend is perfectly safe, but teasing him is such fun,’ Gethin did the final introductions, and we all made our way up to the staffroom. Athol’s face was a picture when he saw Tessie; recognising her immediately. `Miss O’Shea, welcome to Castle Fraser; what a surprise, Gethin, must have forgotten to tell me you would be joining us too.’ Callum and Gethin exchanged glances, Callum mouthing, “I told you”. `Archie, can you sort out a room for Tessie while she is here?’ Another shriek of laughter, Tessie’s arm shot out and she pulled Forts towards her. `Athol, I am sorted, I will bunk with this stud,’ She pulled on his cheek again; Fort’s eyes moved to Athol, imploring him to say something; he hadn’t seen the winks between them. `Oh, okay, Davy, you okay with that?’ I nodded. `Hang on, what?’ Fort’s head was spinning. `Fort’s they are messing with you,’ The relief on his face was real. Tessie squeezed one more moment out of it; she stood with her hands on her hips. `Anyone would think you didn’t want to bunk with me?’ `No miss, err, it’s just that,’ Gethin interrupted him. `Fort’s have you forgotten the first rule of holes already?’ * Athol called everyone to order and rang to the kitchen for some light refreshments. Tessie took my arm. `So, Davy, do you fancy singing a couple of numbers with me?’ `Gosh, I would be honoured,’ `Can I ask, Ma’am?’ She held up her hand to stop me. `It’s Tessie, please,’ `Tessie, how do you know Gethin?’ I felt an arm slip round my waist; I turned. It was the man himself. `Did I hear my name mentioned?’ Tessie continued, `Well son, Gethin came to see one of my shows in London. Once I realised he was Welsh too, how could I refuse any request from the highest-ranking Welsh RAF Officer.’ I took hold of his hand round my waist and gave it a squeeze; I leant into his ear. `I haven’t congratulated you yet, Air Marshall,’ `Do you think your man will let you?’ I looked round and waved him over. `Fort’s, can I have my dance card stamped?’ He leaned in and kissed me. `You know the rules,’ `Thank you darling,’ * At that moment, the door into the staffroom burst open and Gregor came flying in. `Oh my God, it’s true,’ He practically landed at Tessie’s feet. `Oh Miss O’Shea, such an honour,’ Athol joined us and introduced Gregor properly; he was definitely star struck. `Gregor, any chance of those refreshments?’ `Just coming, just coming,’ He hurried back out of the room. Something caught Athol’s eye at the door. He glanced over and then began beckoning someone to him. The room fell silent as McPhee came in escorting a guy with a huge white beard. Athol greeted him warmly and then turned to the room. `Ladies and Gentlemen, please let me introduce you all to a very old friend of mine, Gunny. He is going to be staying at the Castle as a caretaker come handy man and I am sure all of you will guess, with that beard as “Father Christmas” in a couple of days.’ After a round of polite applause, Gethin slipped his arms round my waist again, gently pulling me back on to what was a very obvious hardon. He nuzzled in to my neck. `How would you and your hunky fella feel about joining Callum and me upstairs?’ `Well, as Forts and I have given up our room for you, how do you feel about us joining you?’ ** Gethin takes up the story Callum and I had slipped away upstairs. Soon we were both in just our underpants, our tongues busy making out. We had made love passionately several times now since finally getting back together; all my worries and fears, just destructive figments of my imagination, all now put behind us. A chuckle from the door and the sound of it closing had us looking up. `Davy, they have started without us,’ Forts and Davy were both grinning, quickly removing their kilts and shirts. They were soon naked, well apart from their off-white boot socks, which now, without their garters, ruffled round their ankles. Callum looked at them and then back at me. `Our little boys aren’t so little anymore, they are all grown up,’ I could only nod, but that didn’t make them any the less horny. We watched as they both clambered on to the bed; their eyes not leaving ours. Callum and I both pushed down our y fronts, setting our hard cocks free; They bounced in anticipation as we approached the bed. Davy held his hand out to me; I clambered onto the bed, my legs slipping between his; I smiled down at him. He gave me a sexy wink and, wrapping his arms round my shoulders and neck, he pulled me down. Our mouths momentarily, hovering fractions of an inch away from each other’s. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pushed mine to his, forcing my tongue into his mouth; lust taking me over. He pushed back hard, our tongues entwining; coiling round themselves. My brain and senses electrified at finally having some intimate time with this chap again. Our lips broke apart, leaving us both gasping for breath. `Wow,’ He moaned as he pulled me back down again. His legs wrapped round my hips and waist, pulling me harder against him. Our cocks throbbed; having their own ice dance in the pre-cum, coating each of our cocks and stomachs. I moved my weight to one side; allowing me to grip his hard shaft; another gasp escaped his lips. I squeezed his seventeen-year-old cock hard; he squirmed under me, his head back and mouth open. His hips trying to fuck my fist with his hard six-inch cock; that would have to wait. I shuffled down the bed, lifting his right leg and manoeuvring it behind my shoulder; leaving me free access to his cock and balls, now inches from my face. I leant into his groin, breathing in his young scent, struck at how it had matured from boy to young man. Two healthy pink eggs, not huge, just beautiful, floated in his sac; moved by an invisible force, they rose and fell, the skin gathering at the base of his shaft in little ruffles, soon vanishing as they joined the taut skin on his throbbing cock shaft. I kissed and licked each bollock; tasting him, enjoying the feel of his soft skin against my touch. Licking up his shaft, I gripped and held his foreskin back; watching his eyes as they pleaded with me to be gentle. I dragged its throbbing wet red head back and forth through my moustache; the hairs capturing his scent; flooding it over my smell sensors, driving me crazy with desire. I dropped a hand under his balls, feeling the smooth, slightly moist skin of his taint, and just a bit further, his twitching starfish. Withdrawing my hand, I licked my fingers; again, overwhelming my taste sensors with his light musk. I pushed myself between his legs and hauled his arse down the bed towards me, simultaneously pushing his hips up and back, presenting his twitching hole ready to be plundered. My mouth fell on it; my fingers either side, as my tongue aimed at the bullseye. His body froze, then he relaxed in a long moan, his arms hooked round under his knees and his hands gripped my head, pulling me into him. `Please, yes, please,’ I teased him, toying round and round his twitching hole, the now wet skin glistening; highlighting the spot. Another gasp from above me. `Please, please, don’t tease me,’ I gave a little chuckle and pushed my tongue hard at the bullseye; feeling it give at the relentless onslaught, I slipped a finger into join my tongue; he was pushing back. I could feel his hole opening, his skin twitching to the touch of my moustache and tongue. A second finger and then a third joined my tongue, pushing into his velvet lined arse. His hands, which had been grinding me into him, suddenly change and gripping my ears, pulled me away and up towards him. `Gethin, fuck me, please, I have waited so long,’ I dropped a hand to my cock and began to slowly wank it, making sure it was nice and hard. My cock lips dribbled a steady stream of pre-cum out onto my cut head, my fingers using it to lube the rest of my throbbing shaft. I shuffled up between his thighs, forcing his feet up on to my shoulders, gripping them in place. I positioned my cockhead, ready to push in to him, feeling it take up the ready position. I waited until he glanced up at me; I gave him another wink. `Stop your teasing me, please, just fuck me,’ I had to comply; I was so turned on if I didn’t get my cock in him soon; I was going to just blast my load all over his pouting hole. I eased my weight forward on my legs; he groaned as my cockhead pushed apart his hole and slid inside. His sphincter gripped tightly round my mushroom cockhead. Oh, that felt so familiar, so tight, so comfortable. I smiled down. escort ankara `Ready?’ He nodded, his eyes closing, his lips pursed as I buried all thick nine inches into my balls. He whimpered; I looked down again. `Kiss me,’ Once more our mouths joined, our tongues mimicking the fucking my cock was now giving his arse. The slap of my balls on his taint and his moans spurred me on. I knew I wouldn’t be long, not this first time. Then it began, that so familiar tightening as my balls drew up to my shaft. `Oh, Davy, I love you,’ I gasped as my cock began throbbing, pulsing my load up the shaft, spraying out, coating his inside in my thick cum. I felt his arse spasm; he was cumming too. His muscles gripped and released my cock as he came. I raised myself slightly, feeling his wet goo coating my chest hair and sticking us together. I kissed his lips, sliding to his side. We both chuckled as the applause started. Forts leaned over and kissed his forehead. `Did you enjoy that?’ Davy just kissed him back. Now it was Callum and Fort’s turn. ** Gary takes up the story Athol had agreed; the Nativity play would now take place on Christmas Eve after the ENSA show. With plenty of help, I had got the stables organised and a kind of stage area set up, ready for all the players. Hugh Davies and Rhys Evans would lead the Carols singing before in the Castle courtyard. And yes, Maureen, my wife, had agreed to be the Virgin Mary as long as I was Joseph. I had constructed the stage area walls with low barriers and sat many bales of hay around for people to sit on. McPhee had finished Niki’s wings; to be honest, they looked big; we would have to be careful that he didn’t really take flight as he slid down the wire into position above the stable setting. We had time for one practice and that had gone reasonably well; maybe just a slight change was needed. With that out of the way, I handed over to Hugh to narrate the story for the dress rehearsal. I had to head back up to the Castle, to make sure the ENSA Concert party had everything they wanted. The ENSA team had erected a small stage at one end of the Great Hall; a band was setting up next to the stage and some of them were now practicing scales, etc. This show was now to take place on Christmas Eve. Then the Hall would have to be cleared, and the tables set out and the hall redecorated, prior to the meal; it was all hands to the pumps. ** McPhee takes up the story I ran up the stairs. Davy was going to be so pleased; I didn’t think to knock. I just bounded into their room. `Oops, sorry excuse me, is Davy about?’ Forts was on the bed fucking the brains out of Callum, Gethin, lying next to Callum; encouraging him. Davy’s head popped up. `Did you say you were looking for me?’ `Yes, sorry to interrupt, but there are some people downstairs for you,’ Davy flounced back down on to his back; Forts was still fucking, but his strokes were gentler. Davy his head raised up again. `Can’t it wait?’ I didn’t want to spoil the surprise. `Well, no not really, they are in the staffroom.’ Recognition suddenly dawned on Fort’s face. `Oh my God,’ He pulled out of Callum, his glistening cock swaying in the air. Slapping Davy’s arse. `Come on you,’ `Forts?’ `Now! Davy,’ A tremendous sigh came from Davy as he clambered over Gethin. `Well, it had better be the bloody King, I was having fun,’ The two of them dressed, Davy still not happy. `For Christ’s sake, McPhee, you could at least say who it is,’ Forts grabbed Davy’s arm. `Come on you, down the stairs.’ Davy glared at him. `Do you know who it is?’ Forts didn’t answer. `Come on,’ I could hear Davy chuntering as they headed for the staircase. Gethin looked at me. `Who is it?’ `It’s a surprise. Forts invited Davy’s Mum and Dad and little brother Andrew up for Christmas,’ ** Forts continues the story `Davy shut up, come on,’ I lent round him and opened the staffroom door. `Mum, Dad,’ Davy’s face lit up, his eyes wide as he ran at his parents, throwing his arms round his mother first, then his dad. `But how?’ He stood, tears of joy running down his cheeks. His Mum glanced towards Fort’s. `You, you knew, you arranged it?’ Davy launched himself at me and hugged me. While Athol and Tessie clapped. `Thank you, thank you,’ Davy glanced round. `Where’s Andrew?’ Athol smiled. `He was making such a noise. His uncle Archie took him for a walk round, so he wouldn’t spoil the surprise.’ `A walk round?’ `Yes, he is toddling now,’ His mum added. Davy looked like he would cry again. `He is growing up so quick. I can’t wait to see him,’ `I am sure they won’t be long,’ Athol nodded as he refilled everyone’s glasses and poured two more, one for Davy and one for me. Davy wrapped his arm round my waist and then kissed my cheek, whispering. `Thank you, this is the best Christmas present ever.’ The door banged open and Andrew waddled in his little arms above his head, holding on to Archie’s fingers. Davy rushed over and scooped him up in his arms, kissing him. `Hello, little brother,’ Archie patted Davy on the back. `I wish I got greeted like that,’ We all laughed. Davy brought Andrew over to me, `Say hello to uncle Drageon,’ Even I found myself biting my lip as little Andrew stretched out his arms, waiting for me to take him. I took him from Davy, amazed as his enormous eyes gave me the once over. `Mum, but where is your luggage?’ I stepped forward. `Davy, I have Mum and Dad staying at Pittodrie House. One of dad’s cousins lives there, its only until ENSA and everyone has moved out then we can get them an apartment here, for the week.’ Davy looked a bit surprised. `But they will be here for Christmas Dinner, won’t they?’ `Of course they will. I got a car for them, while they are staying there,’ The staffroom door opened again. Gethin and Callum came in, both in full uniform. `Evening everyone,’ ** Archie picks up the story So, it was Christmas Eve already. ENSA had been practicing most of the day. It sounded like it was going to be a great show; I had even caught a sneak preview of Tessie’s and Davy’s numbers. Even old Mr Grumpy; Athol was really getting into the spirit of it. He had really lightened up, with Gunny’s appearance at the Castle. He even followed up on Colin, thinking he looked like Father Christmas. Believe it or not, there was an old Santa outfit at the castle, so now all the boys who remained at the castle were on Christmas morning going to get the chance to speak to Santa. With great difficulty we moved the Christmas tree in the Great Hall about six feet forward, allowing a little grotto behind, where Santa could hear what the boys wanted for Christmas: well, as long as they all wanted a blow job. Athol stood with his hands on his hips, grinning. `What do you think?’ `Well, I imagine once word gets out, Santa will have a queue of adults too.’ We both burst out laughing. `Hello? Hello? Is there anyone here?’ We both peered round the tree. `Jeremy!’ `Athol, Archie!’ We hurried over to hug him. He looked so good, so much fitter than the last time we saw him. Standing alongside him was yet another dashingly good-looking RAF pilot. `And who is this?’ Jeremy took a breath. `Your Lordship, Archie, please allow me to introduce Pilot Officer Stuart Burgess,’ Athol stretched out his hand. Stuart looked a bit shocked, or was it confused, unsure of what he had heard. `Sorry,’ He turned to Jeremy. `Did you say your Lordship?’ I stepped forward. `Yes, he did. This is Athol, Laird of the Clan MacDonald. Please to meet you young man,’ `And you both Sir,’ Jeremy gave a little chuckle. `So can you squeeze two more in for Christmas?’ `Oh, I am sure we can, if you don’t mind ruffing it for a few days,’ The clattering from the door had us all turning round. `Fort’s over here, two more for Christmas,’ Forts bounded over; like an excited puppy. `Jeremy!’ He slung his arms round him. `Forts, pilot Officer Stuart Burgess, Stuart, His Highness Prince Drageon Drageonivanov, but we call him Forts, or stud.’ Stuart’s face went from his mouth hanging open in shock to laughing. Forts held out his hand. `Welcome Stuart, don’t listen to him, please, just call me Forts.’ Athol smiled. `Fort’s is that the stockings for the boys to get from Santa?’ `Yes, Dexy, just brought the last of the bits for them. I think the boys will love them. He even got them an orange each as well as a bar of chocolate.’ Forts nodded. I turned to Jeremy. `Come on Jeremy and Stuart, let’s find you somewhere to kit down; the Castle is full. I hope you don’t mind sharing,’ Jeremy kissed Stuart’s cheek. `Not at all.’ ** Forts continues the story. Athol had pulled me ankara escort bayan aside as Archie led Stuart and Jeremy away. `God, I am not sure how many more people we can accommodate or feed. Can you warn Gregor, numbers seem to be growing?’ I gave him a big hug. `Dad, don’t worry, this is what Christmas is all about, a time for family and friends, all mucking in together; it will be great.’ The words had barely left my lips. `Athol you old dog,’ Dad and I burst out laughing. `Torcall, Russell, James and Colonel Mackenzie, chaps, welcome.’ Torcall was waving a bit of Mistletoe. `Fort’s get your arse over here,’ * Davy had been with the concert party most of the afternoon, so I hadn’t seen him; I sneaked backstage. They had created several rooms using army blankets. `Davy? Davy? are you here?’ `Oh, I recognise that voice,’ Hands pulled back the blanket. And there was Tessie. `Hello Gorgeous,’ I felt myself blushing, stammering too. `Err, is Daaaavy aaaabout,’ She laughed. `In here sexy,’ I felt my panic rising. `I best not, I am looking for Daaaaavy?’ A voice came from behind the blanket. `Fort’s stop being silly. I am in here,’ `Ooh,’ Tessie held the blanket open and let me enter. She swooped a kiss on my cheek as I tried to duck past; more laughter. `I will leave you to love birds alone,’ I was definitely blushing now. Davy had had his back to me. He stood up and turned to face me. `My God,’ `Oh, don’t say that. How do I look?’ `You have makeup on!’ `Yes, Tessie thought it would look better under the lights, when we do our song, don’t you like it?’ I flipped up my kilt; My cock bobbed hard. `What do you think?’ He grabbed me, kissing me. `Now out you go. I have to get ready. Make sure Mum and Dad get a good seat, will you? I hope my dad is okay, he will probably have a fit.’ * You would have thought that something was wrong with the clock in the great hall. The speed at which the hands on it whirled round towards show time. The seats filled up quickly; I had reserved the front row for the special guests; with Davy’s mum and dad, centre stage. With everyone finally seated; including several busloads of RAF men from DYCE and several hundred soldiers and schoolboys. Athol moved up on to the stage and welcomed everyone to the first of the organised Christmas events at the Castle and reminding them that after this, there would be drinks and mince pies, then everyone was invited down to the stable block for the Nativity play. There was a tremendous cheer from the many soldiers and guests. When the applause died down, Athol spoke again. `Ladies and Gentlemen, without further ado, I give you Tessie O’Shea and the ENSA Concert Party.’ To great shrieks, Tessie bounded on to the stage with her Ukulele and launched straight into “Two-ton Tessie from Tennessee” to rapturous applause; the audience staggered that such a famous star was actually in front of them. The show continued with the usual ENSA fare, singers, comedians and impressionists, interspersed with more songs from Tessie. It was obvious the show was coming to an end, and I still hadn’t seen Davy; I glanced at Dad; he put his hand on my knee and squeezed it. Tessie moved to the front of the stage again. `Ladies and Gentlemen, and your Royal Highness, your wait is over, I give you Mr Davy Thomas!!’ The stage lights dimmed and then there he was, centre stage, made up like one of “The Andrews Sisters” in a khaki skirt and jacket. The audience went wild; I glanced at his mum and dad. Both had great tears running down their cheeks. Tessie quickly joined him and another guy similarly made up from the concert party. Tessie grabbed the microphone again. `Davy wants to sing this song for a very special guy in the audience.’ Tessie put her arm round Davy. `And I know this young man loves him more than life itself, Forts or should I say Your Imperial Highness Prince Drageonivanov, please stand and take a bow.’ I froze, Dad poked me. `Up you get.’ I clambered up; to more cheers and clapping, I gave a little bow and sat back down: my face blushing red. The band struck up and the three of them began. “I wrote my mother, I wrote my father, and now I am writing you too. I am sure of mother, I am sure of father, and now I want to be sure, very, very sure, of you. Don’t sit under the Apple tree with anyone else but me, anyone else but me, anyone else but me,’ Davy was singing to me, his eyes not leaving mine; I felt the tear roll down my cheek. Brenda, Davy’s mum; sitting on my other side, grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a hug, dabbing at my tear with her hankie. She eventually handed it to me as I attempted to keep up with the tears. “Kiss me goodnight Sergeant Major” was followed by “Jingle Bells” then “Boogie, Woogie bugle boy” finishing up with “The Chattanooga Choo choo” The Hall erupted with everyone on their feet as the entire company joined them on the stage and sang. “We’ll meet again”. The audience belting out the lyrics back at them. Dad grabbed my hand and pulled me to the side of the stage. We were each handed a great bunch of flowers. I was dragged up to the stage as the company took their bows. He presented his bouquet to Tessie and mine; well, you know who got them. * Drinks mince pies and carols followed outside in the front of the Castle; Dexy and his guys had set up flaming torches; Adding to the atmosphere and general excitement as we all waited for the Nativity play. Davy and I stood; arms round each other: how I loved this guy. Dad rang a bell as the arms of the clock moved to eleven O’clock. `Everyone, down to the stables please,’ It was standing room only in the stable yard. Gary had excelled himself as we all fell silent. Hugh spoke in a loud voice, narrating the story. Maureen, playing Mary, was doing some gardening when she looked skywards. As we watched, there was a great whoosh and a figure shot above us, jerking to a halt just above her; as many feathers fluttered down. Torches illuminated the Angel Gabriel, played by a rather flustered looking Niki. He was chuntering away in Russian. Davy squeezed my arm. `What did he say?’ I shook my head. `I am not sure, to be honest,’ Dima leant in, tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks. `He said he was going to kill Gary. Someone put grease on the wire,’ As Hugh pressed on with the story, Niki stretched his arms out flapping the wings McPhee had made him, and delivered his lines perfectly; all things considered. They turned the torches off and there was more chuntering in Russian. Niki struggled out of his harness and did a somersault landing in the hay. Davy grinned. `I don’t remember the Arch Angel Gabriel doing that in our schools Nativity play.’ Gary joined Mary and helped her on to one of the Donkeys; he looked none too happy, especially as they walked about six feet before Gary announced, `Bethlehem finally, I will try here for a room.’ A little face of one of the first years appeared as a door was opened; seeing the crowd of faces, he promptly slammed the door shut and began crying. Hugh pressed on bravely. Gary soon had Mary in a stable setting, sitting alongside Daphne; my foal, a cow and several chickens, oh and Bruno the Rottweiler was there too. Davy glanced at me again. `A Rottweiler?’ The play continued with the baby Jesus; miraculously appearing in a crib in front of Mary and Gary. The visits of the Shepherds and then the Kings followed. Another squeeze from Davy. `Gary missed a trick. I would have used you and Dima, actual Royalty,’ `Shoosh,’ With the play at an end, the entire cast came out and sat on the bales of hay, and together we all sang once in Royal David’s City. As the old clock above the arch clanged Twelve Midnight, and to oohs and ah’s swirling flakes of snow descended on us; a parachute flare rocketed into the sky and hung, twinkling above the Castle; our own new star. I turned to Davy. `Merry Christmas my love.’ ************************ Folks, thank you for taking the time to let me know you’re enjoying this story. There’s nothing more rewarding than hearing from you with suggestions or even just that you’re enjoying the story. Please email me to let me know. 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