Tales of the future- a titbit!

Luther’s tale… just a snippet….
Soon the potatoes were boiling and the small deer was roasting to perfection as they sat happily around the fire. Berec and Florian carved and served up, while Finbar generously shared out the last of the mead.

“Now, where were you?” Cirian demanded of Luther.
“Is it not Romian’s turn tonight?” Luther asked tantilisingly.

The group clammoured in drunken annoyance.
“We need to hear what happened the following week!” Noah cried, raising his porcelain mead filled mug high in the air, encouraging the others to do the same.
“Yeah, lets hear from Luther again as there must be much more for him to tell before you get to me!” Romian laughed.
“And I have more to tell! I haven’t only experienced ONE woman!” Cried Iverson chuckling all the while.

“Well you barley experienced her at all!” Laughed Romian, looking round for jeering support.
Iverson glared at Romian for a while and he fell silent as a slight tension entered the circle.

“Well. Where was I?” Luther mused, attempting to diffuse the situation.
It worked! The group turned from Romian, eagerly awaiting the next smut laden installment!
So Luther began:

“The Monday night I couldn’t sleep. I headed back to the place I had met her as I had done all week. I waited there. I waited all night, not sleeping a wink. I knew I should build up my strength for Tuseday night’s exersions and the strain of work all day, but I could not sleep.
For tomorrow night I would be here again. She would be here again. What would we do this time? I couldn’t wait! Several times I almost began to walk toward her settlement, in the hope of spying her. But fortunately common sense prevailed.

That day I was a mess. My uncle sent me home at midday after the roof I was tiling collapsed twice, telling me not to come back! At that point in I didn’t care! I didn’t need his job. I had a house with my parents. I didn’t need or want payment from him. All I wanted wanted was her!

Luckily I slept that afternoon, awaking at six and stealing some bread (my mother refused to give me tea for losing my job!), I made for the woods again. I was carfeul no one saw me leave.
Within the hour I was there. At the top of the hill, looking down on the town, waiting for the gypsy stranger.
Almost and hour I waited. It seemed longer, an age! She was late. I began to give up hope, anger flooded my body. She had tricked me! She was probably laughing at me, sucking upon ‘Her Wayne’!

But then I saw her. Heading up the slope, I could make out that she was wearing another tiny denim skirt and a tight short sleeved top.
I hid for a moment to be sure no one was with her.
She was alone. She stood, looking about, I waited a moment, half tempted to repay her for the wait she had given me! But it was too much, I couldn’t hold out for long and out I leapt!

She jumped slightly.
“Oh there you are! I thought you were gonna stand me up!” She fluttered her eyelids playfully.
“No N-never!” I almost gasped.
She was more beautiful than I had remembered!
Her hair was in a high pony tail.