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  Contributor: Allan HuntingdonView/Add comments



During my time as a bus conductor working for Darwen Transport I had many opportunities to meet people, especially girls. One such interesting girl who travelled regularly on my bus was a librarian by the name of Doreen, a very beautiful girl in her late teens, a bit younger than me and with a glowing personality.

We got on very well and it seemed that a relationship was developing. In fact, we went out for quite some time. We went regularly to the cinema, especially the Savoy where, as I have mentioned elsewhere, I had a regular booking for one of the boxes with double seats.

I remember quite clearly that at that time, sweets and chocolate were still on ration and we still had coupons. Doreen and I made a pact that she would have all the sweet coupons and bring whatever we needed when we went out and I would pay for the cinema seats. This worked out for a long time and I felt that I had at last found my soul mate.

The main problem came when she told her father about me and was going to introduce us. When he found out what my job was he ordered her not to see me again. He felt I was not good enough for his daughter and she must never see me again.

The next time I saw her she was in tears on the bus and I could not get her to tell me what the problem was. When finally we met on our usual date, she was more in control and asked me to take her for a walk to explain what had upset her so much. When she related what her father had said I told her it was up to her and, although I would be very upset, I would abide by her decision.

She promptly said she was not going to obey her father and would carry on seeing me, which she did for another few weeks.

Then I received a letter from her saying that her father had gone to bed, sick, and would not get up until she had come to her senses and stopped seeing me. Well, this was obviously blackmail and we both thought that we could call his bluff. I am afraid it didn't work as he was still in bed after two weeks and still adamant that he would stay as long as needed.

Eventually the strain proved too much and we decided to part, but it was a long time before I got over the heartbreak. By the way, he was a manager of a weaving mill. She eventually married a bank worker and was divorced after a couple of years due to physical abuse.
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