Room 2D

The second in the Julie Greenaway trilogy from Blushes 82 Mr Gannon’s house is not too far from Mr Corfurd’s. Another big house with a large pleasant garden. It is another nice day, this Sunday morning. Nice to be in this pretty, sunny garden. Except of course that it is Mr Gannon’s garden. Julie arrived 20 minutes ago, riding her bike again. Mr Gannon was expecting her at nine o’clock and she made sure she was on time. It was going to be bad enough, it was bound to be, without possibly making him annoyed by being late. Mr Gannon, who according to Mr Renby is the most important member of the Board of Governors. Apart possibly from Mr Corfurd who is Chairman. ‘Ah Julie,’ he said when she presented herself. ‘Julie Greenaway, yes? And what a pretty girl. They didn’t tell me you were such a pretty girl. Look, go out in the garden, I’ll join you in a moment.’ ‘Uh… shall I put these on?’ she asked. Her black high heels. Jul

The first in a trilogy of Julie Greenaway stories from Blushes 82 ‘Ah come in. It’s… ah… Julie isn’t it? Julie… Greenfields…’ ‘Greenaway sir,’ she says. Mr Renby can be like that, appearing vague about names. But he knows who you are alright. Probably it is all a ploy, to catch you out, catch a girl on the hop. A good-looking one of course. And then… he can pounce. ‘Yes of course. Close the door then. And come over here.’ Julie Greenaway is a good-looking one. A pretty girl with curling chestnut-with-auburn-highlights hair and big brown eyes to match, plus a tallish and shapely figure in the well-cut skirts and plain cardigans and blouses that are mostly worn here at the College. On this warm May afternoon Julie is not wearing a cardigan and her tightish cream blouse shows the firm thrust of her full breasts. Mr Renby’s eyes are on them as she steps towards him. Their gently jogging motion indicates a lightweight bra but not