I went to take a Teachers Post Graduate degree at a University and met many beautiful young ladies there.
One was a voluptuous young woman of 21 called Shirley.
One day she invited me to her room and while we were talking into the night, I cannot recall the subject, she took off her clothes, paraded in front of me, got into the bed that filled half the room and said "come on".
We spent a night of sex, in the morning when we woke, she wanted a bath, so I lit the geyser in another room.
As I did so I became aware that there were other young women in the house "I slept with Shirley" .
Later we broke up and I went back to my flat I shared with a family.
One day later in the year I heard that Shirley was carrying and had decided to leave, I met her on the long distance bus to her home, far away. She told me she was ill. I said "Shall I come?". She said "I'll let you know" and we kissed on the bus.
I got off at my stop close to my flat and her memory faded.
Then back at home, having failed the course and started a normal job, I got a message that she had had her child but that she was ill.
I found she had kidney failure caused by a childhood infection that had come back after treatment with an anti-biotic.
I asked the hospital about a kidney transplant and because they did not have one I went to the Butcher and bought a pigs kidney.
When the kidney transplant team looked at the pig he cried "that's no good" he said. So on hearing about dialysis I rang the place where they had one. They told me there was a 6 month's waiting list and that Shirley was not in their catchment area, "She will die" I said and told them about the child. But it was no good. "How much does a dialysis unit cost?" "£2000" but I did not have the cash.
I thought "credit card" and rang the firm.
When I arrived at the small terraced house in the seaside town where she lived, the baby was down in the front room in front of the coal fire while Shirley was upstairs i bed as her illness meant she felt tired.
I played with the child, then her sister came down and said that Shirley was fading. So I went up and spoke to her, she was sad and kept saying how tired she felt.
A Catholic priest came and blessed us.
As we spoke I kissed her and she fell asleep. I looked on a lovely nude body. she was only asleep and got in bed with her.
We spent the night together but by morning she was motionless and seemed asleep.
The child was to be brought up by the grandparents and as I left the dialysis team arrived.
"Too late" I said "she sleeps"
My child should have grown into a man by now, I was asked to give him a name, I cannot recall what name I gave, probably "Christopher" after me.
That was way back in 1973
Chris
10-2-2008