Hi folks quick note and apology. Sorry this update has taken so long. Real life decided to knock me over and then put the boot in while I was trying to get up. Still better late than never. This is the last part of "The Day After". Theres a sequel to be called "Eight Months". You wont have to wait so long honest!
Disclaimers and other bumf see part one.
For my brother RIP mate Ill see you again but not yet!
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Sam propped herself up on her elbow and studied the sleeping woman. Sally looked younger and more peaceful in repose than awake; for the first time the girl wondered exactly how old she was. She didnt look any older than her early twenties; life on the game aged you by the look of it. It occurred to the girl that this was the first morning shed woken before Sally. Wore her out, Sam thought, giving a smug grin. Carefully, so as not to wake the woman, Sam rolled out of bed. She stood and stretched, feeling pleasingly sore but with muscles she hadnt known existed aching. Not bothering to put any clothes on she padded towards the kitchen area in search of tea.
As she waited for the kettle to boil Sam checked the fridge. She briefly contemplated attempting breakfast before calculating the odds on her being able to cook eggs and bacon, have them both ready for eating together and achieve this without setting fire to the kitchen, the flat or quite possibly the entire neighbourhood. She admitted the odds werent good and decided to settle for cornflakes. A slight noise alerted her to the fact that she was no longer the only one awake. She straightened at looked towards the archway which led from the living area. Well perhaps awake wasnt quite the right term. Sally was vertical and moving yes, but whether that actually constituted awake was another matter.
"Hi. Fancy a cuppa?"
Sam receiving a grunt in reply that she interpreted as a yes reached for a second mug.
Two cups of tea later and Sally was finally capable of full sentences.
The girl grinned in reply. "Well practically afternoon."
Sally mimed throwing a punch and smiled. "Im not a morning person. So far youve been lucky. By the time youve woken Ive had three cups of tea and sufficient space to become human. You beat me to it today so you caught the grouch."
"Hmm. Wonder what made you sleep in?"
"Sam, thats an absolutely filthy smile you have there. Stop looking so smug." The womans grin now matched the girls.
Sam laughed out loud. "Wore you out, didnt I? Gwan admit it!"
Joining in the laughter Sally nodded. "Alright, alright. Yes, you wore me out. But Ill bet youll be feeling it for a week at least!"
Sam chuckled again. "Get off your horse and drink your milk". It was a very bad John Wayne impression but served the purpose. "Ok. We wore each other out. Now, how about breakfast? I would have cooked you some but I wasnt too sure how youd feel about an early morning wake up call from the London Fire Brigade." Managing to look cute, hopeless and wicked in one.
"Well, since I dont think they have any cute firewomen and I dont start work this early I doubt Id have been that happy. Right, breakfast for two coming up. Then we need to talk."
"Oh-oh." All traces of humour departing, the girls face fell. "Sounds serious. I hate it when people say that. It leaves a body on tenterhooks for ages wondering whats coming, and always imagining the worst possible. Why dont you just tell me now and Ill help you with breakfast."
"Its not bad and its better over breakfast and more tea". Sally extended her mug towards the girl.
"Gotcha. More tea coming right up."
Sally sat back lighting a cigarette as she watched the girl mop up the last of her egg. "I dont know where you put it all! Now..." Sam sat up looking anxious. " .dont look so nervous! As I was saying, I need to go back to work. I dont particularly want to, but I need to." She held up a hand to forestall whatever it was her companion was about to say. "However, I dont want you to leave. I like you. I know how young you are and while thats a little scary for me, you dont act like someone that young. I like what you do and I like what we do together. I want you to stay. Im sure you should be at school, but Im equally certain theres nothing I can do to persuade you to go there. If you want to get a job and you can find someone wholl hire you underage who will probably pay cash in hand and underpay you well thats fine. Dont feel you have to. But I do want you to stay with me. If youd like to that is." It was Sallys turn to look nervous.
The girls face lit up. "Id love to stay. I like you too, and I love what were doing. But dont you need the room to work?"
"Usually, yes. But lots of the girls work on the street and let rooms for the duration of the turn, I can do that. I dont need to bring the punters home."
"Isnt that a bit dodgy? Especially with the clean-up campaign. Look, I dont want you getting into bovver because of me."
"Ill be careful. And I happen to think youre worth the risk."
There didnt appear to be any words to answer that. Sam did the only thing that seemed to fit and kissed her.
Late afternoon, Sam had been out since lunchtime trying to find work before giving it up as a bad job and returning to the flat to check on Sally. The older woman had said that she wasnt likely to find any punters in the early part of the day but after 4 things would start picking up; her busiest time would be evenings up to around 2am so Sam hoped shed be home.
She was. Unfortunately so were two PCs and a WPC. The policewoman was holding onto Sally by her arm whilst the two male offers appeared to be searching the flat, piling the clothing and equipment that were the tools of her trade onto the bed. The quantity was damning in itself. Only a working girl would have that many risqué outfits and toys. A man in ordinary clothes was leaning against the wall watching the search.
Bloody CID thought Sam. He looked up and promptly confirmed her suspicions that he was indeed a plain clothes copper.
"Hey you, stand still".
Sam stood still. You didnt argue with a copper. Sally looked up and closed her eyes. Sam could almost hear the unspoken groan. Shed obviously hoped the girl would not return yet.
"Thats my niece. My sisters girl." Sally lied. "She must be off school for the day and came to visit. Please let her go quickly, I dont want her to see this."
The two uniformed men had sympathetic expression. However the WPC looked as though someone had farted under her nose. "If you choose this sort of way of earning a living you have to accept the consequences, besides thats a boy."
Stuck up cow, thought Sam. "Im a girl." She stated straightening her shoulders, "and I happen to be very fond of my aunt." She stared directly into Sallys eyes and was pleased to see them soften affectionately.
"Please could I have a private word with my niece, its not as if I can do anything if you step back a bit." She requested of the WPC. It looked for a moment as though she would be refused but one of the men had more compassion.
Sally drew Sam into the kitchen area. "Sam go now and come back later. Stay here tonight, theyre taking me to West End Central and Ill be up before the magistrates in the morning. With luck Ill get a fine and we can go for lunch together."
"Then I go to Holloway and the landlady clears out the flat and stores my things until Im released, but you .. you wont have a place to stay." The woman looked distraught.
"Ill be ok. You just make sure you talk nicely to the beak so you dont do porridge and Ill be waiting. I take it your punter was him." She inclined her head towards the CID officer and Sally nodded. "Damn".
"Thats enough" The WPC came towards them.
"Damn I cant even hug you. Good luck. Ill see you in the morning." Sam left the flat. Her eyes looked with Sallys until the door closed.
It was trying to snow again. Sam stood on the steps of the magistrates court and wondered what the hell she was going to do. She had listened in silence while some middle class woman with a blue rinse who had never had to scrimp for a penny in her life had called Sally a blot on our fair city and a disgrace to the fairer sex, never once stopping to think about the men who were willing to pay for sex nor her own status living off her husband baronet whatevers money. What was the difference? Sam couldnt see one. And then the magistrates had sentenced Sally to six months. She hadnt been able to hug her, kiss her not even speak to her. Sally had looked at her once just before they led her away. That was it. She felt like crying but wouldnt. Her mothers beating hadnt brought tears she wasnt going to allow an unjust society that privilege. The girl looked around. No point in going to the flat. The landlady had been in court, the flat would be empty by now.
Under the arches it is then. She thought turning her coat collar up and putting a swagger in her walk as she headed towards the Embankment.
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