Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 33 It was an oppressive day at the height of an English summer. Cabbage whites fluttered by on leaden wings, their delicate membranes battling against the still air and clogging humidity. Even the cheery sparrows were silent, unable to continue the chirpy chit-chat they had started so optimistically at the crack of dawn. All living creatures in the vicinity of Spencer Hall were sensibly restricting their movements to the quest for moisture. All living creatures that is, except Deborah Spencer-Smythe. Picking flowers was something that Deborah did a great deal. Spencer Hall often resembled the Chelsea Flower Show when Deborah was at home, in fact Sir William Spencer-Smythe was often sure that there were more flowers in the Hall than there were in the grounds. Truly, he was beginning to despair of the girl. She was 18 years of age, academically bright but with a mind that in all other respects seemed to be p...

Photo-story from Blushes 86 featuring Belinda Laine ‘Look,’ the girl says. ‘You can’t . I mean… you just can’t …’ She shakes her head sending her long blonde tresses swinging. She is a very nice-looking 17 in a school skirt and blouse. They are up in her bedroom, this girl called Helen and the man who is a neighbour or at least an acquaintance of her parents. Or of her mother more accurately. And her parents are not here, that is a rather crucial fact. They have gone off on holiday and this man called Mr Hayling has been asked to look in. To see that Helen is doing her school work and perhaps even more importantly is not spending excessive amounts of time with her boyfriend. ‘I mean… he was only here for ten minutes…’ she adds haltingly. Mr Hayling is intimidatingly large to slim but shapely Helen. Even though he is now sitting down, in her wicker chair. He gives a grunt of disbelief. ‘I just don’t believe that. Now come on....