She knew there was a danger with even going there; a danger that she might discover things that she knew but did not want to admit to knowing. Was that even a thing, she wondered? It had been the irrepressible Bernie who had suggested that they should celebrate mid-summer's eve by going to a Club. Pixie had said "yes" before realising that she was talking n...
Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are over 18 years of age. This story continues where it left off from Chapter 1. * I walked across the campus grounds heading for the alumni dinner that I was asked to attend. Trying to walk briskly to avoid being seen as little as possible, wearing the scanty maid's uniform that Miss Riley gave me to wear....
**NOTE** This story is a complete work of fiction; all characters and situations. It does contain reference to actual historical figures, implying fictional distant family relation to the characters. My name is Captain Miranda Grant; United States Army. I am thirty-one years old, a graduate of the United States Military Academy at West Point and am curren...
"Jenny," I heard Mrs Draycott call, "I don't want to be a nuisance, but do you think you could spare me a moment?" I walked across the large hallway and entered the lounge where my employer was laying on the couch. "I've slipped down a little." she said in her soft husky voice "Do you think you could help me up." I walked over to her and smiled "Of course...
I relish feedback and will reply to as many private contacts as I can. This may be a stand-alone story of possibly the start of a new series. ***** I was cursing the stupid bitch. I'd had no choice but to fire her but now I was left with no maid. In so many ways I was sorry to see her go but one does have to draw the line. When one employs a maid one expec...
Lisa Kwo sat on her bed in Cheshire House contemplating the bags that lay strewn around the two girl bedroom. Absentmindedly, she twisted her long thick black hair into plaits, finger-combing it out, before starting again. Despite being the same age as the eighteen year old Helene Ashe who'd been summarily deposited into her room, she only knew the blonde g...
It had been a lousy day for Dorothy Lynch, the middle aged physical education teacher at the local high school. It was the first day of summer recess, and while most teachers and students waited for that day to come all school year, for Dot Lynch it was a day without structure. The gym teacher needed the interaction with young women, and the desire to make t...
From the moment Gina strutted into the classroom, I knew she would be trouble. I also knew I had to have her. As it happened, the day I met Gina was my very first day as a substitute teacher. I was to be teaching at St. Vincent's, which was an all-girls Catholic school. I had been warned that the girls there were famous for being incorrigible teases, who ma...
The Boarding School was halfway up a mountain, overlooking a quaint European village built on the shore of a beautiful lake. Lenka loved opening the windows in the morning and breathing in the fresh mountain air. She had been at Miss Astor's Boarding School for Young Witches for over a year now and she still wasn't tired of this morning ritual. She had be...
Kendra pulled the note out of her pocket and read it again. Kendra, I'm sorry that I've hurt you. What we had was great. But, we both know that it's time to move on. I hope that someday you can look back on this and not hate me. Mike That was the umpteenth time that she had read the note this past month. Each time she read it, there were less tears and...