Down in Basil’s Cellar
Story from Blushes 28. A follow-up of sorts to The Cellar and Sally-Anne . If a girl wasn’t conscientious about those things; rent, train fares, lunches — well, you could go without lunches, of course, and could even pretend that not having lunch was good for you, especially if you had a tendency to put on the odd pound or two. The odd pound or two — that was Sally’s weak point. Pounds; at the moment, actually, twenty three pounds, which was what she paid for her two rooms and half a bathroom, each week. Well, was supposed to pay, only — if a girl wasn’t conscientious about these things — Basil was pottering about in the cellar, tidying up. Hiding the evidence, more like; there was a dull rattle as he slid the slender cane, which he’d used on Sally’s bum, down behind a pipe which rose up the whitewashed wall to the gas meter. Behind a board in the joist-supported ceiling there was a little collection of th...