Room 2D

A festive Green Gables story from Blushes Supplement 24. Happy Christmas! Miranda looked out of the taxi window at stark winter fields on either side of the road and shivered. It was freezing out there: an icy wind and still frost from overnight. It was warm enough inside, in the taxi, but nonetheless… She glanced at the back of the driver’s head, then briefly met his eye in the driving mirror. She looked quickly away. Why had Mr Price sent her in a taxi, especially like this, the way she was dressed. Or wasn’t dressed. The driver knew . She knew he knew. The way he looked at her. Had her coat opened? It couldn’t have, she had been so careful keeping it closed ever since getting in. But she could sense that he knew. That she had nothing on under her coat. And what was to stop him, with one of those hot surges of lust for you that men got, turning off down some side lane, to a deserted, secluded little spot. Taking her out in the icy

A Green Gables story from Blushes Supplement 21 Blonde head bowed, hands placed palms-in and thrust down between her knees, Angela kept her blushes hidden as best she could while out of the corner of her eye she watched his hand stroke the red leather cover of the album, the fingers tap-tap, the thumb lifts a corner of the cover and then lets it plop back into place again. Awful though the past week had been, she had somehow known all along that this was going to be the awfullest bit; the coming-home from Green Gables and the interview with Uncle Thomas, who had funded her week-long stay at what he had described as a ‘Further Education Establishment’, intended to cater for the girl who had gone to university or had started out in banking or accountancy or the law, which had proven to be one humiliation after another, one hot and spank-tender bottom before the next, with snap-shots taken on each occasion by ‘Matron’, to demonstra

From Blushes 28 Part 1 Green Gables. She said the words to herself. They had a seductive, lyrical sound. Images of summer — green lawns and lanes; shady, leafy trees. It wasn’t summer now though; it would soon be Christmas. That was why… She dragged her mind away from the images and read what the note said: Green Gables is the name of the house. It is just outside the village of Hawklingden. You can take the train from Victoria down to Horsham and I could pick you up from there, or alternatively I could drive you down from London. Let me know which is best. Anyway we will travel on the 20th. I am very much looking forward to the break, as I expect you are. My work will certainly not preclude it being a very pleasant change. Charles Blissford. Valerie read it again and then put the note back in the envelope. Mr Blissford wasn’t her own boss; in fact he was senior to Mr Winbury whom she worked for. It was Mr Blissford who ha