Room 2D

A photo-story by Julie Holmes from Februs 17 It had been a long day and there were still at least three hours to go. Prunella Simmons had arrived at the tea rooms at seven as usual to start preparing the basic items for the day. Then there had been the breakfast rush (why didn’t these people stay at home and have cornflakes like any civilised being would do?) followed by the genteel lady shoppers arriving for elevenses which, in turn, were followed by the usual motley crowd at lunchtime. The two part-timers had helped to clear the debris and then left for the day and it would be a good half-hour before the Canadian student arrived to assist with the afternoon cream teas. Pru was exhausted and the chaise-longue standing guard in front of the curtained boundary between public tea-room and the private living quarters of the proprietor was just too inviting. She plumped a cushion and stretched out for a quick break with a magazine a...

From Blushes 76 She would have to talk to Julie or Arlene. Of course she would be told it  was  quite ridiculous. What Alison would then like to do was proclaim it in some way. Write a note on the main notice board for all to see:  Any ridiculous rumours about the Freitof Gymnasium are simply the product of PURE FANTASY. Please treat these laughable stories with THE CONTEMPT THEY DESERVE.  Something like that. Yes, Alison thought she would. Because she knew people were whispering about  her , now it was known she was going. And Andrew: she knew he was thinking about it too, but he was probably too sickened to want to mention it. ----//---- ‘Well we all know what happens to a girl when she gets sent to that German school,’ said Simon. It’s common knowledge. She gets caned and she… she gets fucked. It’s…  hey! …’ Simon’s words were abruptly interrupted as, red-faced, Andrew leapt forward and grabbe...