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From Blushes 15 (also re-printed as A Mere Plaything in Uniform Girls 53) The dark-haired one said, ‘I bet poor old Harry can hardly get a stroke of work out of you in the mornings. I bet you come into the office so bleary-eyed you can hardly see!’ He gave a raucous laugh and took a gulp of his beer. The laugh was taken up by the bald-headed one with glasses. ‘Unable to lift a finger to the typewriter, I bet! Knocked out — thoroughly shagged and thoroughly shagged out.’ Under the table his hand briefly squeezed Julie’s thigh. Mr Bellwood, who sat opposite, had to put in his bit. ‘It’s true, I know from when my secretary, Sally, got married. Apparently they would start right at it as soon as they got home after work. Right away he’d be on top of her. Poor Sally didn’t even have time to cook a meal. She could hardly stand up when she got in the office in the morning. Fantastic!’ The dark-haired one, who she thought was called ...

A bonus to celebrate reaching the milestone of 1,000 posts on this blog. This is a hard-to-find story from Uniform Girls 17, which was redacted from later versions of the magazine. The text has been kindly provided by Ronald, who had an original mag, and the pictures taken from English Girl in Germany (New Blushes 2.19), as they were duplicated from this story. In their original German context in EGiG the comedy Hitler figure reminded me of the film Jojo Rabbit. As the English Mr Catford, however, he is more reminiscent of Monty Python’s Terry Jones. ‘Führer,’ he said. ‘Call me Führer. My Führer. Can’t you remember that?’ ‘I’m sorry, Mr Catford,’ the girl said. ‘I mean, my Führer. I keep forgetting.’ ‘Well don’t forget. The nation’s youth must be strong and fit and alert. And that goes for its young women as much as men. Just because you’re not at the front is no excuse for idle sluggards. Or girls who forget the simple...