HE WHO RIDES A TIGER

"HE WHO RIDES A TIGER" Chief petty office Peter Thompson the upstanding, charming gent hides a secret, he is an abuser of children. How long can he evade the law. one young girl, his daughter finds the courage to come forward to tell all after years of torment.. based on a true story. "A must read"

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Once the young ladies had gone through the safety procedures they then strapped themselves in and the plane began to taxi up the length of the runway. This was a hell of a sight different to just loading bombs when he was in the RAF.

Brian closed his eyes and for the first time since he was a small boy he began to pray.

When the plane had reached the end of the runway it turned back the way it had come.

It waited on the tarmac for clearance from the tower. Brian wished they’d just hurry up as they were just prolonging his agony.

“Prepare for take-off.’ said the captain about seven minutes later and Brian gripped the seat as the plane set off then gradually picked up speed, faster and faster it went. Lorraine was content to look outside and watch as the plane left the ground and the climbed into the sky, higher and higher they went then the plane levelled off. Brian had held his breadth and he let out a relieved puff of air. Everything would be fine now he thought until his ears started blocking and then unblocking. He swallowed hard as the air hostesses unbuckled their seatbelts and then came around with some boiled sweets to suck which helped unblock Brian’s ears.

“Well we’re on our way now darling.’

Brian couldn’t help thinking about the next part of the flight which to him was the worst part. That was the landing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Summer 1957

The roses were in full bloom Elizabeth Thompson had bought some bedding plants and had filled the hanging baskets with purple trailing lobelia and white Elysium. She was on her knees trimming the edges of the borders with a large pair of scissors. She’d been out since nine o’clock that morning hoeing to stop the outbreak of any weeds. She loved her garden, something she never had in Portsmouth. George Dougal had come over with his son Colin and had redecorated the bungalow for her. The Rheumatoid arthritis in her hands and feet were getting worse. The joints in her fingers were now bending out of shape and she found walking even short distances very painful. Elizabeth had enjoyed going to the Lake District for a holiday in the caravan walking through Buttermere and Patterdale then on to Windermere and Keswick. Now she couldn’t walk fifty yards without feeling discomfort. She sold her car because it was now too painful to drive. Janice and George were very good, they came and took her shopping on a Saturday then they would stop off for lunch. Making meals was a nightmare for her and bathing even worse. George suggested removing the bath and installing a walk- in shower unit. This was still a luxury to her when she considered that the vast majority of people where she had come from were still using tin baths. Colin also knew a plumber and tiler so in May that year out came her bath and in went the shower. Colin also got Andrew Stewart to lower all the cupboards in her kitchen so she could reach them without difficulty. She was offered a meal on wheels service but Elizabeth didn’t want to give up just yet. As long as she was able to potter on in her garden and make herself a cup of tea and a slice of toast with beans she was contented. The clinic she went to each Monday for physiotherapy was torture but it was what she called a necessary evil.

 

The ambulance came and picked her up and after having lunch in the canteen with other rheumatoid arthritis sufferers and then brought her home again. Her hands were put into elastic strappings which were secured at the wrists. Janice came over each morning and evening to help her dress and undress. She combed her hair and they would sit having a chat in the garden with a cup of tea and a biscuit. Elizabeth knew that she could not expect her friend to come over every day to help her as her condition got worse over time, she would need home help. Elizabeth had asked her friend to help her with her last will and testament whilst she was still able. George Dougal had also been a witness. She had left them both a considerable amount of money but the cottage and the money from her son Edward’s farm would all go to Peter Thompson her nephew.

By November 1960 Elizabeth was completely housebound. she spent the majority of her day watching Television in a specially adapted wheelchair. The pain her body now suffered was unbearable. Each night she prayed to God asking him to put her out of her misery. Finally, in March 1961 Elizabeth Thompson died of a stroke. It was her last wish that she be buried in the local cemetery in Inverness, a place that she had become very fond of. All of her friends were at the funeral which was taken care of by George and Janice Dougal who had been her friends for many years. The letters she had written whilst she was able were sent to her husband and her two sons. Robert McCain, solicitor acting for Elizabeth’s estate contacted Peter Thompson who came to Inverness for her funeral. He was told privately of what was considered a vast sum of money that his aunt had left him which came to over ten thousand pounds plus the cottage. Peter now had three children, Deborah Jane, Alan and Elizabeth Rose who was born after his trip to Hong Kong who was named after his late aunt and his house keeper. 

Edward Thompson broke down in tears as her coffin was lowered into the ground. It had been almost ten years since she had left him, Edward never guessed that she would come and live in Scotland. He regretted not being a better husband to his late wife. Edward realised that he hadn’t been a very good role model to his family. Even though he’d treated his wife badly she’d still left him a considerable amount of money.

 Edward just thought that she lived in a council property because he was not told about the bungalow. Robert McCain was under strict instructions not to disclose any other information other than that she’d left him a thousand pounds in her will and her two sons £500 each.  George and Brian helped their father back into the car. They drove straight back to Portsmouth later that evening. They had signed the papers for their legacy from Robert McCain earlier that afternoon. Instead of going to the pub with their father when they got home Edward told his sons that he just wanted to be on his own. He sat by the fireside looking solemn.

As promised by Robert McCain they were not told of the money that Peter had been left or the bungalow in Elizabeth Thompson’s will.

Peter Thompson had also been told that he was never to disclose where the money he had inherited had come from. Peter made sure that his aunt had a beautiful headstone to mark her grave. George and Janice Dougal placed flowers on her grave every month and made sure that the grave was well looked after.

Peter came home after the funeral feeling sad that his favourite aunt had died. Janet thought it best that Peter go to the funeral alone because she didn’t know his aunt and had to look after her three children. She didn’t want to leave Rose looking after them all on her own. Deborah Jane was now fourteen, Alan was seven and Elizabeth Rose was five years old.

Deborah Jane seemed like a changed girl these days she was withdrawn and very subdued.

Peter lavished all the gifts on Elizabeth Rose now. He had stopped abusing Deborah Jane now The abuse that Deborah Jane had suffered up to then had intensified when she was thirteen and going through puberty. she didn’t understand what was going on and just accepted what her stepfather was doing to her because he told her that that was how fathers showed their love, as she got older, he made her do things to him that she didn’t like and she dreaded him coming home. In fact, she avoided him at all costs. Choosing to go out with her school friends instead of being alone with the man she called father. Deborah Jane wondered if Elizabeth Rose was also being abused by her stepfather. Elizabeth Rose was not as pretty as her stepsister, she had dark hair and brown eyes she seemed to waddle when she walked. Her mother took her to a specialist who tried to correct her gait by placing her in in a hip abduction brace after being diagnosed with hip dysplasia, something that she had been born with.

 Janet was told that her daughter would always have difficulty walking correctly.

Rose had tried to help Elizabeth with her reading and writing but found Elizabeth to be a very slow learner. She just didn’t engage in playing with dolls or reading stories the way Deborah Jane had when she was her age or Alan. Alan was a smart boy, he excelled in most subjects at school. He looked like Peter, he was tall for his age very but thin. Elizabeth Rose preferred to play with Alan’s toys and hide in the summer house. Janet dressed her in dungarees to take the emphasis off her bowed legs.

She slept in the same room as Alan and they would sit and talk until Rose came in and told them that they must go to sleep for school the next morning. Elizabeth went to the same school as Alan and played in the yard with the other boys because she was called “Bandy” by the girls in her class and “Parrot” because of the shape of her nose. She’d bumped into another boy head on, breaking her nose in the process.  She was constantly taunted by the others in her school and she would often cry and wonder why God had made her this way. As she got older she became more aware of her disability. 

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