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Story from Blushes 4 On that first occasion, Sandra’s mother had been most indignant! ‘What was I to say, Mr Petty? A phone call telling me my daughter was a thief! I mean, I couldn’t even tell him to sod off, could I — begging your pardon, Mr Petty — I have known the man for years! Friends, you might say, and him good enough to give my daughter a job — and now this! You’ll have to do something with her, Mr Petty, you really will! What with her father at sea most of the time she’s really got quite out of hand, she has. I have told her — “Mr Petty will have a thing or two to say about this my girl,” I said. “Just you see if he don’t! What you need is your backside tanned!” I told her.’ Mrs Collins had sat on the edge of a chair in Mr Petty’s study and her frustration had continued to simmer just below the surface as she’d waited for her patient listener to confirm her in her view that the girl needed ‘something going with her!’

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From Blushes 10 ‘So you’re the new clerk, eh? Miss Parkins. Pussy Parkins, is it?’ The girl blushed bright red. ‘No sir, I mean yes, sir. But I’m Linda, sir. Linda Parkins, sir.’ She stood somewhat uncertainly in front of the large polished oak desk. She was 17, a pretty girl with a slender but shapely figure in demure blouse and grey skirt. This was her first job and her first morning. The Ministry of Home Affairs. It sounded important and she had already had to sign that piece of paper with  The Official Secrets Act  written on it. It was all a bit frightening. This man behind the shiny expanse of desk was going to be her boss. This man who had made that embarrassing joke, because Linda might be innocent but she knew what ‘pussy’ meant when applied to a girl. His name was Mr Grigson. ‘Come here then, Linda Pussy Parkins,’ he instructed. ‘Close the door and come round here.’ He was indicating a spot next to him. Though he w