Home and Away
Pavel's back at School today, but I'm going to visit him once a week and he's going to come here once a week too. His Mum and mine are now 'Friends' which is nice. It makes it easier for us to keep in touch. George has reached an arrangement with Dr Montgomery – Pavel is now George's and in return I see Graham once a week as I have been. With an extra day when that can be arranged. It kinda makes me feel like a Library Book, which I'm not sure I like, really, but there's no way out of it just now. Not until I've achieved my two goals:
 
1) Get to meet Jimmy Savile and persuade him to have me on Jim'll Fix It so that he can Fix It for Jo to go to Disneyland;
2) Find out what happened between Dad and Dr Montgomery, because I'm sure that something did and that is why Graham came here and joined the Practice and obviously targeted and groomed my Mum (and Me?!) as a way of getting back at Dad – though without him knowing.
     And my plans – which are really nothing but hoping – seem to be working, cause tomorrow I'm going to Graham's home with him. It's involved me in lying to Mum and Dad and Stacy and Pavel nut not George, as he arranged it. I know he's not truly happy, and he's only doing it because I begged him to save Pavel from Dr Montgomery – I just hope it's safe for me!
     But so far, he's been very nice to me. All he's wanted me to do in his Consulting Room is suck his cock and swallow his cum. I've got no illusions that he won't want more when I'm at his house – he wont be running the slight risk there is at the Surgery and there will be more room. I don't expect to enjoy it, I am suspicious of him, but the stakes are high – he's not yet met Jimmy, something's come up every time they were supposed to meet but he does say it won't be long now, and if he can, he'll try to arrange for Jimmy to meet me at the same time: Oh1 I'm so excited about that! He's such a great person – he does a lot for Charity and has helped sick and disabled kids in all sorts of ways. He's even had kids stay at his cottage in Glencoe, so he can take them hill walking. Some people say he's a Saint, but I don't know about that. To me he's just a Good Person and as well as doing what I can for Jo, I'll ask him for an Autograph, maybe a Signed Photo for me as a souvenir.
     And George is arranging for his Lodge to hold some kind of Fundraising event too and if both of these ideas work out, it will be great for Jo. She's been really ill and though she's in what they call remission, she could still get bad again, it's a shame, she's funny and cheerful. It would be nice if she could get to see Jimmy too, but that would depend on how well she is at the time.
 
     And with all this in my mind I've had no time for my School work and I've fallen quite far behind. I'll need to give myself a kick and get back to work. And concentrate on the game when I'm playing Stace, because she's just won the best of three and I've got to make cocoa and a toasted teacake for her supper – usually I beat her hands down. I hope she doesn’t read my mind.
Later
When I got home this afternoon, there was a note from Mum saying I was to phone the GP Surgery about blood tests! No one had taken any blood, that I was aware of, but I phoned and got put through to Graham. He said it was urgent – could I come to his house straight after tea? I said “Yes.” He didn't tell me any more.
     My heart skipped a beat. This was weird and exciting. Maybe it was news about Jimmy? Oh. I wanted to run down to the |Surgery but stopped myself. I tried to calm myself down and did some homework to stop my hands shaking. I could hear my blood fizzing in my veins!
     So I told my Mum it was just that I'd been supposed to have some blood taken but I'd missed the appointment so I had another one for the beginning of next week. But I had finished my homework, so could I go round to my friend Angelica's for a bit. She loves quite far away, and I knew Mum didn't have her phone number. I promised not to be late and practically ran all the way to Graham's house.
     When he'd first given me his address, I'd memorised it and found it on the street map and worked out the shortest route and walked it seven times and ran it three times so I knew it would only take me seventeen minutes if I really scooted – and I did it in 15 minutes a 53 seconds! I was red-faced and sweating when I rang the doorbell.
 
     A woman opened it and stared at me!
     “Are you alright?” she asked, as I tried my hardest not to collapse on the doormat.
     “Are you Teri?”
     I nodded, I still couldn't speak. "Just come through, he's expecting you – and after all I've heard, I've been dying to meet you.”
     I followed her into the house. I should have said, it was one of those bungalows that seem to occupy a lot of the space between the City Bypass and the start of the City proper – they line the main roads in and stretch behind them in a huge conurbation. They kind of pretend to be semi-rural, often with quite big gardens. A lot of them stand alone, but sometimes you get semi-detached pairs.
This one had a paved drive from the pavement, with a formal flower bed in the middle of a kind of raised bit taking up most of it. There was a short path that curved from the drive to the front door.
     Outside, the roughcast walls were painted cream and the woodwork was brown. It looked very comfortable and sedate, like it might have been a Bank Manager or a Solicitor's house – what did I know about Bank Managers and Solicitors? I'd never met any. I was only 13 for fuck sake!
     She ushered me into a hall that was bright yellow – not lemon, a warm yellow that made it feel like Summer.  And as I followed her down the hall, I glanced into the open doors on either side – there was a comfortable Front Room on the right, with big sofas and chairs; on the left a kind of Library, with all the walls lined with bookcases right up to the ceiling, which was a rich Ruby red and matched the thick carpet. Then we passed a Dining Room, and the Kitchen both on the right, and on the left I saw a pair of doors which were probably the Bathroom and Toilet. Separate! I'd never known such luxury and privacy! Now we were in the rear part of the house. A stairway led up to what were probably a couple of Bedrooms, I'd noticed Velux Windows on the roof, and there could be more on the rear. It was a big bungalow and could easily have four bedrooms. She paused before a door that was slightly ajar, and rapped on it with her knuckles. 
 
     “Come in,” said Dr Montgomery's voice. The woman went first and, taking my hand, gently pulled me in after her. There was a big Four-Poster Bed like I'd never seen in my life, except in books and films. The mattress must have been thick and the frame was already a good two feet above the floor, so the red candle-wick on top was about level with my waist, maybe higher. Graham was sitting up on the bed, wearing a Top Hat and reading something, and he gestured for me to come up too. The woman showed me a little stepping stool and that helped me climb onto the bed, while Graham pulled me over so that I could sit beside him.    
     The woman joined us!