Chapter Nine. A Study In Scarlett, part two. Two hours before kick-off at 7.45 Scarlett took the railway train from Liverpool Street station to White Hart Lane. There she joined the thousands of other supporters gathering for the big game. Emma had told h...
London, 2013. The traditional Swiss and European-type finishing schools of yesteryear had long provided young ladies with an irreproachable foundation in all aspects of social etiquette, entertainment, and lifestyle appreciation. As women transitioned fro...
"Ah, Marian. I'd like you to meet my daughter. This is Karen. She's going to be practicing her executive skills with the company for an indefinite period." Jeremy Bates had dropped by the office of Mrs. Wintergreen on a slow afternoon, with a beautiful st...
The past is not a foreign country, as Hartley had it, but something visceral, real, and alive in us all. Our past permeates the deepest reaches of our subconscious minds, shaping our responses, informing our attitudes, and influencing our relationships, o...
On the Monday morning, I awoke earlier than usual, my nipples throbbing from the piercing and my mound still stinging from the waxing. I showered, applied lotion to my mound, and treated my nipples with saline solution, before taping gauze over them. Look...
Mrs. Wintergreen was all too aware of the real threat of industrial or corporate espionage. Corporate espionage is probably not what you think of when you hear the word 'spy.' It's usually not glamorous or physically dangerous. Sometimes, it's as simple a...
The spell of hot weather in September 2023 followed a miserable summer in England. With one of the wettest Julys on record, the country had seen the following month bring a mixed bag of sunshine and rain. Now, the heat and nighttime humidity made sleep im...
It was a sultry Saturday night in late August and Mrs. Wintergreen struggled to sleep. She was on top of the sheets in the buff as she tossed and turned in a futile attempt to drop off. The forty-one-year-old and her older husband by twenty years slept in...
"Very well, Caroline. I shall help out in any way and EVERY way I can." Marian Wintergreen and Caroline Portman had become fairly good friends during the year, despite a frosty start to their work environment. Mrs. Wintergreen had done well for herself in...
Caroline Portman stood up when Jeremy Bates entered her office on the thirtieth floor of Number Twenty Fenchurch Street. Occupying a prominent site in the heart of the City of London, it is a landmark building that stands apart from the crowd of the City...
In a chamber of desire, a scene unfolds, Where Mistress' power and beauty are extolled. Her leather-clad form, intricate and bold, Exposing her essence, a tale to be told. Naked I stand, save for my collar's embrace, Her commanding presence, my heart star...
Mrs. Marian Wintergreen tottered into the bedroom of her home in Ipswich in ridiculously high-heeled boots and shivered. Although the weather had been unseasonably warm, the tall female felt no warmth. This also may have been because apart from her thigh-...
Jeremy Bates stood straight-backed and imperious as he inhaled through flared nostrils and contemplated his lot. All of six-three, with baby blue eyes and well-groomed hair, he always had an air of faux superiority about him. Well, normally. But, here he...
“Will you be accompanying me tomorrow morning, my lady?” Gabriel asked, busying himself with the oil lamp beside Sir Elizabeth’s bed, preparing to douse it for the night. “Leave it,” Elizabeth stopped him. “I want to look at you while I decide.” Gabriel s...
Marian Wintergreen looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror and smiled to herself. Her black and white dress had a flattering V-neck design that emphasised her jutting breasts, and the front wrap detailing added allure to her elegant appeal. At...
