The Guest Room
From Blushes 36. I’m very fond of this model — with her big hair, eyeliner, and choice of clothes she’s the epitome of the eighties girl-next-door type that I used to hang out with (and occasionally date). I can just imagine her listening to Bananarama, Duran Duran and Adam and the Ants wearing leg-warmers and a snap-crotch leotard. For the second time in a week, Sarah was sent scampering upstairs. Her mother gave her the usual curt instructions. ‘Into the Guest Room, young lady. And just you get yourself ready.’ The girl ran upstairs immediately, knowing that to argue would almost guarantee another extra punishment. It was bad enough already. Swearing at her mother was quite inexcusable. At the top of the stairs she turned to the door on her left and opened it, stepping hesitantly into the bright but bare room. She could already feel the clammy cold sweat on her forehead and her hands. Just thinking about her punishment was bad e...