As promised Brook, I hereby lend thee a hand.

Envy wasn't the word, but a slight bit of wishful thinking did pop into Brooks brain, as she pegged Tanya's 'D' cup bra on to the washing line. Sighing to herself, she contented her small but firm bosoms were everything she needed them to be. Anyway, she comforted herself, Tanya got a lot the type of attention that Brook deemed 'unwanted'. Particularly the wolf-whistles, and lewd exposure they generated from time to time.

"Give us a cup of coffee and one of them there jam tarts will you please love?" Chris said, removing his wallet from his arse pocket. Mrs. George smiled, handing the raspberry tart over to Chris. "Jenny, one coffee for Chris please petal" she called to her daughter. Chris often stopped by the Wishing Well Cafe for his late breakfast. It was seldom he rose from his bed before 0900, as he liked to sleep off the previous evening's intake of lager before attempting to do anything tricky, like walking. He much preferred the friendly ambience of the Wishing Well over that of the Jumping Bean, especially since Bob Jones, the owner's son worked as one of the local policemen. Bobbies were not his favourite people in the World. He removed one of the wad of twenty pound notes from his bulging wallet, and handed it over to "Mrs. G" as he always called her.

"How you settling back into the Village then flower? Not changed much I bet since you left eh?" queried the silver-haired old proprietor, whilst handing Chris his steaming mug of fresh coffee. "Oh, no problem. Post Office is doing OK." He smiled, as he left and sat at his usual table, adjacent to the entrance.

"Right, I've done the cleaning, you can iron them. Don't forget to take them in before dark. Are you listening?" Brook was stood, hands on hips in the doorway of Tanya's bedroom. Tanya moved slightly, still half asleep. A duck-like quack greeted Brooks ears, as a small pocket of flatulence extricated itself from the internals of Tanya's bowels via her anus. "Charming!" Brook tutted, exiting and closing the door behing her. She went to her room, got changed, and headed off to grab a bite to eat. It was only 11am, but Brook decided she could grab a bit a little bit early.

Looking splendid in her low cropped T-shirt and figure hugging jeans, she wandered into the Wishing Well. As she opened the door, her eyes immediately jumped left. She found herself momentarily frozen, like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights as her eyes met those of Chris Mann's. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. Only when he spoke, did her heart melt.

"Eyup luv!" Chris offered, in his romantic, seductive, dulcit Yorkshire tones.