Another fiction story from the keyboard of Sally F.

Penned while watching Wales V France.

COME ON BOY'OS



Gill Weston was tired, she had a long day at work, and not had her lunch break. Stopping off at her local deli, she looked at the family meals in the freezers, she sighed as she was still alone and had no boyfriend to share her meals with since her boyfriend split with her a year ago.

Looking round the store she bought a loaf of bread and a can of Heinz beans, tonight she would dine like a king she thought to herself.

Putting two slices in the toaster, she opened the beans to heat up. Her face dropped as she poured the can into the saucepan, only to find it contained only juice and no beans.

She was cross, she thought about taking it back to the deli, but changed her mind. No I will send a letter to Heinz and complain that I went to bed hungry because of their mistake.

She fired off an email of complaint, and tried to forget her disappointment and eat her toast instead.

A week later a letter arrived from the customer care team, in which they apologised for the incident and told her they knew about it and thought they had located the entire faulty batch, but to make up for her disappointment they enclosed a voucher for £10.00 worth of Heinz products.

Gill was pleased at the outcome, and was considering what to buy, when she noticed she had an email from someone calling himself Eddy.

On opening it she saw it was from the quality control maintenance manager of Heinz, and he had been passed her email after customer services had done their job.

He apologised and explained why the mistake occurred. Gill was impressed at how seriously they took complaints.

At the end of the email Eddy asked if she would like to visit the factory to see how the processes worked. It went on to say that all her travel expenses would be met by the company including an overnight stay if she wanted. All she need do was to email Ed back and he would arrange a mutual date for the visit.

Two minutes later she hit the send button, and waited anxiously for a reply. About 20 minutes later Ed replied and listed a number of days suitable for him and the company, he went onto explain that due to hygiene rules the visit could only be made during one of the regular maintenance days when the unit was closed for full production.

Gill selected a couple of dates and hit reply.

Ten days later another letter arrived together with a train ticket to Hayes in Middlesex, and instructions on contacting Ed on arrival, he would then pick her up personally from the station and give her a tour of the factory.

She booked a couple of days holiday, and on the day of the visit packed an overnight bag and walked to the station with a spring in her step.

At the other end she called Ed on her mobile.

Within 10 minutes he was at the station, Gill could not mistake him, for his car had H57 as the letters on its number plate. Ed was quite young and dishy she thought to herself.

On the way he apologised for her disappointment with the can, and told her she would enjoy her visit.

Gill smiled at Ed a relaxed smile, just as they entered the grounds of a huge office and factory complex.

Eddy asked her to slip on a white visitor coat, one inside the unit she was amazed at its sheer size, huge stainless steel vats were everywhere all linked by miles of shining pipework. Ed explained this was the main area for the production of all the tomato based items, from here the raw product was fed into smaller units for each individual product range.

He added that normally 200 people worked in the unit, but today it was only him and his two other production engineers servicing the pumps and conveyors and cleaning the vats.

Bill and George came over and said hi to Gill as they reported their findings to Eddy.

Looks like number two tank is playing up again said Bill. I have found evidence of some metal stripping, so it looks like we are going to have to condemn the whole vat full he continued.

Gill saw Eddy swear under his breath.

Sorry Gill I need to take a quick look before I start the tour, I hope you dont mind, you can come and see for yourself what it looks like if you want

Ok, if you dont mind I would love to

The four of them walked over to the huge vat which stood 20 feet high, Eddy and Bill climbed up a narrow inspection staircase to the top of the vat as Gill and George chatted, George told her that Eddy was very good at his job, and ensured that everything was first class in the plant when he was on duty.

Above their heads Gill saw Ed nodding as Bill pointed out the problem. A moment later the guys came down and Gill asked Ed what was wrong.

The whole vat has got to be dumped as we cant risk using it, George get the drain prepped I will oversee the draining myself

Eddy explained to Gill that in the basement below were huge steel pits that allow them to drain the vats very quickly so repairs can be made.

George went off to the control room and Eddy took Gill down a flight of stairs into the well-lit but cold feeling basement.

Ed helped Gill down some steps and into the drain area.
He pointed out the opening in the ceiling above them she could see a huge pipe 15 inches across, and Gill could just make out the steel vat past that.

George was in the control room and called Eds two way radio which crackled badly.

Hang on Gill, I had better get out of this steel I cant hear what George is saying. Ed climbed the six steps up out of the drain tank, until he could get a better signal.

Gill heard Eddy shout NO down the radio, just as the start of 3000 gallons of tomato soup hit her firmly on the head, and with such a force it knocked her to the ground, bumping her head.

Gill was out cold, when she finally came round she saw three worried faces looking down at her.

Ed was holding her hand, and Bill was lightly smacking her face in an effort to bring her round.

George meanwhile looked on sheepishly.

Gosh I am so sorry Miss Weston. I thought you and Ed were out of the pit when I hit the release valve George said.

"I'm OK George" Gill said as she became a little more aware of her surroundings.

She was still lying in the pit in two inches of thick tomato soup, her white skirt was stained bright orange, and she noticed the coat that Ed had asked her to put on was undone, and so was her blouse exposing an orange stained frilly bra.

Blushing she pulled the blouse together.

Sorry that was me, I tried to give you artificial respiration, I am so sorry about that Eddy said

Gill was helped up to her feet, but she tried to walk to the ladder in her stiletto heels, she slipped and landed face down with splash.

George started to laugh uncontrollably, as Ed once more pulled her upright.

He held her tightly by the waist, but Gill turned to face George, and pushed him back, over he went, like a nine pin, taking Bill with him.

Both guys were now completely covered in soup, and it was Gills turn to laugh at them.

George got up and staggered over to the steps, he climbed out and picked up a control panel on a long wire. Pressing the button the pipe immediately stated to disgorge the contents of the vat once more.

The force as it spewed out knocked over both Gill and Ed.

Bills body was by now obliterated as thick tomato soup gushed down over him.

George was laughing out loud and Ed was swearing aloud

Gill just sat there resigned to the fact as gallons of tomato soup quickly filled the steel drain tank.

Ed sat down next to her and started laughing as well.

Within 10 minutes it was well above chest height, and suddenly Gill felt Eds hand start to explore her breast beneath the hidden depths of the soup.

It found its way into her still open blouse, and onto her left tit.

Bill had come over to them and sat the other side of Gill, and she felt his hand inch slowly up her leg and onto her thighs.

She looked at Ed and asked. Is it always this much fun?

Yes said Ed, planting a kiss on her open lips, You are variety number 58