Chapter 15 - I Would Do Anything for Love

The wind whistled around Janet's beautiful body as she kicked, in her elegant dress, around the DRA building site. She'd finally decided that Matt was indeed the man of her dreams, she had given up the hopes she had had of ever finding her secret lover, realising he was nothing compared to the damn fine sexy Yorkshireman, she had travelled all the way from sleepy Baeza to happenin' St. Andrews to be with the one she loved only to find herself cold and alone and incredibly unhappy.
She sat down on a lump of concrete and rocked a remaining brick from the old DRH with her foot. Why had he done it? How could he have left her? She thought he loved her, he'd told her so so many times. Tears trickled down her powdered cheeks as she thought of all his letters, his kisses, the warmth of his arms... and how from now on she would be cold. Then something caught her eye under the stone. She pushed it further with her pointed Hush Puppy until it rolled over in the dust. In the indentation in the ground lay a book, old and brittle. She picked it up, brushing the mud from it's cover with her dress (for she didn't care anymore) and peered at the gold writing inscribed on the front.
The Legend of Pete and Jayne.
She opened it up and began to read the ornate writing. It was a story that gripped her, a story of true love and romance, of passion, desire and sickly sweetness. Pete and Jayne had once, so it was said, been lovers. They'd held hands constantly, they'd called each other disgustingly cute names and they'd pulled soppy faces whenever they were together. They even kissed in public. They were, according to the legend, the perfect couple. Apart from the fact they were Northern Irish. Their ghosts were now said to wonder the streets of St. Andrews hand in hand on a moonless night.
Janet finished the story, closed the book and wept.

***

Jim pulled gently away from Amandine, staring deep into her eyes. The taste of frog's legs clung to his lips like a ned clings to a can of Tenants and the false moustace came away from her face and stuck to his.
"Winner."

***

Grey smoke filled the dark room in the secret bunker, making the atmosphere close and choking. In the centre of the room was a large oak table, around which were sat thirteen people, their faces hidden by the gloom. At the head of the table was the leader of the consortium. About him little was known. He was, reputedly, from an obscure South American country and was known only as The Staffworker.
"What are we going to do about thees?" asked The Staffworker. "We cannot jave thees C.S.D.S. threatening our monopoly. We jave worked too long to jave them threaten our control over Christian dating in St. Andrews. Thees threat is unprescedented since Christian Marriage and Dating."
"Thankfully our brain washing schemes succeeded in making them think they were a drama group," said one voice. "We could try it again."
"No, that ees not an option. We can't take any risks, there are still confused memories about those times. There ees only one solution. That is..."
The Staffworker didn't need to finish his sentence, sucking on his Cuban cigar instead; everyone knew the solution of which he spoke, and their eyes widened with horror.

***

"I'm sorry, Matt, I can't continue."
Matt sat up. Holly's carressing hand had felt so good that his knee was tingling.
"Why?"
"Because of... him." She gestured past Matt towards the stranger, who was watching them with intent, his mouth open and his tongue hanging open.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Matt.
The stranger just looked at him.
"Gimp," he said, and rolled over.

***

Janet stood in the cold, outside the front door of 123. The street was dark and deserted and she stoody silently, summoning the courage to ring the bell. The story of Pete and Jayne had taught her one thing; that love was worth fighting for. And by gum, she was going to fight.