Room 2D

From Janus 125. I am guessing this feature dates from 1998 as the model is in an England strip and being managed by "Glyn Haddle". The writer of this brief text seems to have taken on the challenge of cramming as many puns and double-entendres in as they possibly could. It was every girl’s dream wasn’t it; playing at Wembley? But for Cassie Oliver the dream turned into a nightmare. A packed stadium; a roaring crowd; three lions on her shirt; England 1, Outer Mongolia 1; penalty shoot-out; over the bar; defeat; shame… she even refused to swap her shirt when the teams trooped off. Cassie wouldn’t be dropped because she was good at the back. No, she was excellent at the back and coach Glynn Haddle knew it. More likely it would be the extra training routine and a rearguard defence. Haddle knew a good thing when he saw one and specialised in attacking from the rear. ...

From Blushes Supplement 19 She heard the car crunch in the driveway and from the bedroom window peeked out and saw it. Made a face. She knew that car all right: an old black Rover. Inside were dark red leather seats. She could smell those seats. The back seat. And the car’s owner, he had a certain smell too: tweed trousers and tobacco. Bloody hell. She knew he was due to come this afternoon, Mr Batford had told her, but there was always the possibility that something might have happened so that he couldn’t. But it hadn’t. His bloody old car now in the driveway. She turned away from the window as she saw the door open. Bloody, bloody hell. Going to look in the mirror. She had better be looking spick and span because Mr Grangely would pick on anything. Any little thing. Patting her hair. Examining her face, the full mouth with a light touch of pink lipstick that Mr Batford liked. ‘A pretty girl,’ Mr Grangely would say. ‘Pretty but...