Continues from part two Trevor is feeling so good all these years of making what he thought was a comfortable living and bingo he hits the jackpot he has only ever had just over £30,000 in his bank account then overnight just as he was about to go into overdraft it’s £500,000 now he wants more a lot more. “Hi Abdul, just a quick call to make sure the shipment is ok.” ...
Continues from part one Trevor has been working hard on his orders it’s been over a week since he sent the basket with Lori in it to his customer in the Middle East. He doesn’t get many phone calls most of his customers contact him via email or letter so at first he doesn’t notice it but it keeps ringing so eventually he answers it. “Hi Trevor, Abdul here.” “Hi Abdul, what can I do for you?” ...
Hi, I am Stacey, I have lot of time to tell you what happened to me today as I won’t go far until at least tomorrow, well… maybe the day after tomorrow. I am a maid in an hotel in silicon valley. Being a new hotel in that area, it as all the techno stuff you can imagine for the guest. It is also highly automated, guests luggages are brought to the room by robotic carts. I can’t tell you how these robots work but they are really are cool to watch moving around. ...
(story continues from Kitten’s Story Part 10: Punished) Part 11: Pet Girl You manage an embarrassed smile as you curl up in the basket and he covers you with the fleece blanket gently stroking your hair for a moment before fastening a long leash to your collar, you watch as he runs the leash over to one of the old wooden pillars forming the stable you lie in, he uses a small padlock to secure the leash and smiles at you, even if you wanted to go somewhere he had now ensured you would be staying within a couple of meters of your makeshift kennel. Exhausted after what he had put you through after a day’s work you manage to drift off to sleep curled up under in your basket in the cool night air. ...
This story follows on from Jemima’s Blossom There was little to be seen of the finer detail of her bedlah save for the flashes of bright red diaphanous material that swept by along with the movements of her body. For some the improvised dance in which she was engaged would have been termed belly dancing, but Jemima had always hated that term. It was so typically Western to boil something so ancient and articulate down to a tawdry term that fell so far from the true nature of the thing. ...
Jill and Tim wandered about the market in Dar -es - Salem. The sun shone down on Jill’s long blonde hair, causing reflections to sparkle where the sun hit it at the right angle. Tim was looking for some presents to take home to their families. They had been there a week and decided to get the presents over and done with. They had a week to go. “Perhaps we should get them a camel each!” Tim said laughingly looking at the rubbish that was on the stalls in front of them. Jill laughed. They kept on wandering around the market when up came an Arab. “Me, Mustapha. You want to sell golden haired lady. I give you two camels!” he said Tim was taken aback but replied “Ten camels” “Four camels” “Nine camels” “Five camels” ...
(story continues from The Chaperone’s Apprentice 2) Part 3 “Now that you have had your little practice adventure it is time for a proper one. As I am sure I have said before, the vulgar idea of the rȏle chaperone is incorrect. Original the chaperone was not so much intended to keep the young couple apart as to gently bring it together so that it did not bounce asunder again. We have such a task.” ...