Room 2D

From Februs 13 by Paul Melrose (a.k.a. Alex Birch, RIP, who used to write the Taste of the Birch blog that some may fondly remember) As Melody Prentice walked into the living room of Paula Simmons home to be greeted so affectionately by her hostess, she could have cried with delight for she had, with the help of Paula and the other girls, survived the greatest crisis of her life. Her whole world had revolved around her husband and when she came downstairs that fateful morning to find the note that told her Bob had left her to live with his secretary, she had felt that her life was one huge void. Twenty-eight years old and alone in the world. She should have known what would happen, for the relationship had been rocky for a very long time and now, with so much time on her hands, Melody had been able to see things in perspective rather than blame her husband for everything that had gone wrong… and the truth disturbed her greatly. ...

The conclusion of the story, from Uniform Girls 9 Twenty year old Rosalyn Minter had been an army driver for a little under a year. An unblemished record was just slightly tarnished the hot summer day when she decided to drive for the regimental colonel with no stockings on — an offence destined to find her on report. The colonel’s passing interest in CP leads to her being offered a dose of the cane, which she accepts albeit reluctantly [see  Uniform Girls 7 ] to keep her record clean. But Colonel Leyton’s appetite has been whetted by the knowledge that at Rosalyn’s convent they used both strap and birch to keep their charges in order: it’s up to the adjutant to obtain the necessary equipment… in case Driver Minter steps over the line again… ----//---- After Rosalyn had returned the car to the motor pool, she signed off duty and trekked off to her block where she pulled a piece of paper from her jacket pocket. It was the...

From Uniform Girls 7 The army staff car pulled to a halt outside the barracks, and the driver jumped out with a cloth to polish the windscreen and dust over the body work. Rosalyn Minter had been with the army now for just under a year and was finding the companionship of her unit, and the responsibility of her job, more satisfying than anything she had tackled previously. Not that three years as a waitress on the ferries plying between Harwich and the Hook of Holland hadn’t had their fun moments: she’d had some bloody good times. But there was a certain pride in wearing a uniform of Her Majesty’s armed forces which was infinitely preferable to the long periods of boredom on the ferries. The car, as always, was pristine — almost, it seemed, straight out of a showroom — and Rosalyn always made sure that her officers never had cause for complaint when they travelled with her. Indeed, some officers now asked for her by name as sh...