The Marge Vincent Stor by Ausin Mitchell - HTML preview

Chapter One

“How are you Miss Vincent,” Dickie Young greeted the nurse that Monday morning.

“So, you’re the new public health inspector for Keswick? How nice to meet you.”

He was impressed by her beauty. She was in her middle twenties, he guessed. Her height he thought was around five feet six inches. She was very shapely and didn’t have large breasts. She had a narrow waist and wide hips. He knew from the look on her face that she wasn’t impressed with his looks. He was hardly handsome. While she was copper colored, he was dark in complexion. He was tall and thin. He was in his late twenties, wasn’t married, but had one child. He had already met her assistant, Jean Lloyd. Again, he was smitten by her beauty. She was of average height with a well, rounded figure. He had guessed her age to be in the early twenties. He had heard that there were several young female teachers at both the high school and the primary school. He had heard about the parties and dances that were held up here or nearby communities nearly every weekend. In addition, there were fetes and socials being held at the high school. His own girlfriend, Aileen, lived in Portmore. The arrangements were that they would spend alternative weekends with each other, now he wasn’t sure about that anymore. He understood that Marge had a two-year old daughter living with her in the two-bedroom cottage at the back of the health center. Her boyfriend, Dillon Coombs, stayed with her sometimes, but he lived in Norris, two miles away. He knew that he was a man who had more than one baby mother and girlfriend. He was a businessman, having a wholesale in the town as well as operating several mini-buses and taxis. He was a very disagreeable and loud-mouth fellow.

That Friday night, he attended a party in Norris with Camille Crooks because Aileen couldn’t make it. She lived nearby and he had asked her. Marge was there with Dillon. So too was Jean. She was dancing with her boyfriend, Reece Dyer.

“So where is your girlfriend?”

“I don’t know what happened to her. She said she just couldn’t make it.”

Camille was a library assistant at the local branch library.

“I won’t go out with you again. It’s just because my boyfriend is working in Montego Bay. He might even quarrel with me for going to a party without him.”

He looked around. There were several unescorted young girls there. Some of them were dressed quite revealingly. He looked over at Marge again. She was dressed in a pullover and jeans. He wanted her. He knew that Dillon had other women. He had seen him driving around the village with young girls in his car. His predecessor, Willis Curtis, had told him that Keswick was full of young women. During his three years, Willis had been along with a few of them. He was married to a woman from the community. He continued dancing with Camille. He

knew that despite her reservations about her boyfriend, she was available. He didn’t push it mind he turned her off. He decided to drop her home and return to the party. He saw a girl standing alone and went over to her.

“I’m Dickie Young and you are?”

“I’m Jody Rose.”

“Why are you at this party alone?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

He had to stifle a laugh.

“You mean, you had one, but you broke up and you haven’t been able to find a replacement.”

“More like that.”

She came into his arms and they started dancing. He bought

food and drinks for both of them and they sat and had it. He noticed that Marge and Jean and their boyfriends had already left the party.

They left the party at three o’clock that morning after she agreed to go down to the Hill View hotel with him. He had wanted to take her to the Keswick back road, but she said there wasn’t as safe as in the past. There had been a few hold-ups there. One woman had gotten raped and her boyfriend shot and wounded. They spent the rest of the morning making love. They left there at eleven o’clock that morning.

***

Dillon had taken Marge home and they were basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Her daughter was staying with her maternal grandmother for the weekend.

“Why was Dickie looking at you like that?”

“I don’t know, he couldn’t have been admiring me because I don’t like him.”

“I think he maybe a secret admirer.”

“A secret admirer indeed. I don’t need him as a secret admirer. I don’t even know the girl who was at the party with him.”

“I understand he has a woman in Portmore.”

“I don’t care about him. You have a woman, Jackie Dacres.”

“She’s just a social friend of mine.”

“That’s not what I heard. People have seen both of you leaving both the Hillview and the River Road hotels.”

“I’ve never been to either of those hotels with her.”

“And I suppose you and Sanya Phipps aren’t friends?”

“Just like Jackie, she’s a social friend.”

“You’re such a blatant liar. I’ve seen you driving around with those two girls. I’ll soon start closing my legs to you, so that you can go to them when you want a woman.”

“You’re just listening to rumors.”

“You’re just full of promises. It’s about a year now since you promised to be engaged to me, but nothing has happened. My mother is down on me to get married and start a family. I’m even thinking of migrating because they need nurses abroad.

If I was to think seriously about doing that, I would like to get married before I leave. If you’re not serious, I have to look another man. I might even consider Dickie. He’s not the most

handsome man in the world, but if we have children, I think they will look just fine.”

“That he’s not the most handsome man in the world, is an understatement. You mean he’s ugly. If a beautiful girl like you marry him and your children come looking as ugly as he is, you have nobody to blame but yourself. Most women I know, hate his guts. He doesn’t have a good reputation with them. When he was stationed in Jackson, he practically lived at the River Road hotel and on the back roads.”

“You’re just exaggerating things to make him look bad. And he isn’t all that ugly.”

“So, you like him, go ahead and marry him. He loves young girls. He’s probably at one of those hotels with a woman right now. I heard that he frequents both the Keswick and Jackson back roads with women.”

“It’s obvious that you don’t like him.”

“He isn’t a good person. Aren’t you going to do it again?”

“In the morning, we have time, don’t we?”

She turned over on her right side and started sleeping. He soon started sleeping too.