It was 1966, England had won the World Cup! The swinging sixties were in full swing. David had started working in the sale's office of Telford Safety Engineering Ltd. He held the grand title of Assistant to the Sales Manager, which meant in reality he was the office boy; he ran errands and made the tea. At eighteen, it wasn't his first job. Since leaving sch...
This is the beginning of what I hope will be an entertaining novel. All feedback is welcomed and I hope you all enjoy the story of a woman who needs to be taught to treat others with respect and courtesy. * Kristy strode from the courtroom, filled with triumph. That pitiful excuse for a lawyer who had been her opponent had never stood a chance! Typical mal...
Part 2. Olga, Stanley. "Yes, okay," she said. "I understand." She grabbed her dress, half-heartedly pulling it open at the chest. There was a silly stab of regret as she felt the soft silky fabric tear. The dress was from Paris – she remembered the expensive little designer shop in the Marais where John had bought it for her. She thought back to how...
*This is entirely a work of fiction. Any names used beyond the well known celebrities are chosen at random and do not represent real life individuals.* ***** After an unexpected and rather wild twenty four hours looking after Carol Vorderman, Jack's life as a an executive chauffeur (his notional job title, though he was in fact a full partner in the busine...
Holly looked at the tablet again. She'd been very careful to use privacy mode so no one else could see her search history, but after visiting half a dozen different sites, they all said much the same thing. Nymphomaniac - a woman who has abnormally excessive and uncontrollable sexual desire Was that really what she was calling it? Was that really her? Wa...
This story takes place in a fictional world with fictional people. Any similarities to people or things in the world we actually live in is coincidental. ***** "Mrs. Nelson?" The voice on the other end of the line sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through Gwen that Monday morning as she sat behind the office's desk. She recognized the voice... "Yes, thi...
(This story takes place in a fictional world. Any similarities to people or things in the world we actually live in is coincidental.) * Tim and Gwen swam after the chores were completed that Saturday. Much to her husband's pleasure, there was nothing but beautiful skin under the robe she walked up to the pool in, and he discarded his trunks as well. The c...
I took a little longer getting ready for work this morning as I was going to confront Mr. Green full on about my phone, but more of that a little later. Had a lovely surprise on Saturday I was taken to the hairdresser and had my hair done in ringlets, it's the first time I had ever been to a salon as my mum's sister is a hairdresser and usually did us both...
Work wise nothing really changed, although I identified and talked more with the other women. One day as I headed to the toilets, I was so engrossed in talking with Pamela and Christine and it wasn't till we were all in the Ladies that we realised my mistake. I started to splutter an apology and the two of them giggling playfully pushing me back, Pamela's ha...
Nanny's house was a small, two bedrooms, wooden framed one near a cotton mill. She and my great-grandfather had worked at the mill. Back in those days, the companies felt it was best to have workers that lived near the mills. They built what was called mill villages, dozens and hundreds of basic houses near their plants. Then they sold them to the workers, t...